Rebirth of the Harry Potter

October 28th, Saturday, 1995.

"Today is a rare good weather."

Hermione stretched out in front of the window, she could see the bright blue sky outside, and the warm sunshine on her face with closed eyes made her mood better and better.

"It should be the last sunshine of the year."

"Harry, go for a walk," Hermione suggested.

Harry said in surprise: "Isn't there a lot of homework? I think about it, yesterday you said you want to write the paper on self-pollinating shrubs arranged by Professor Sprout. If it goes well, you can still have lunch. I started practicing Professor McGonagall’s non-animal summoning spell..."

Hermione defended: "But I feel like it's getting rusty. It's almost two months since school starts. I look at my writing homework every day. I don't remember what it feels like to step on the grass, blow the wind, and look at the sky. Up."

"I'll write my homework in the afternoon, just this time," Hermione said guiltyly.

"Of course." Harry rubbed Hermione's messy hair. "It's not normal for you to look guilty for going out to relax."

"Wait for Zhang Qiu and Astoria?" Harry asked, "They went to the library and haven't returned."

"No." Hermione said with a grin. "This time there are only two of us."

"Good." Harry smiled.

Although the temperature outside is a bit low, it is no problem when compared to the clear and blue sky outside, which is refreshing.

Harry took Hermione and walked slowly around Hogwarts.

In summer, most of the luxuriant big willow trees withered because it was late autumn. The wind blew and rustled, falling to the ground with yellow.

The yellow slender willow leaves fell on the banks of the Black Lake, making the Black Lake also prominent and silent.

The Black Lake was calm, with a lot of water plants and a layer of dust floating on it, and the giant squid seemed to have not come out for a long time to swim.

The closer I get to the Black Lake, the more I feel a kind of chill.

Harry glanced at the Black Lake and smiled: "I remember that in February this year, I participated in the second Goblet of Fire project, and I also met a little mermaid at the bottom of the lake."

"Is it pretty?" Hermione asked, looking up at Harry.

"Pretty, but of course not as beautiful as you."

Harry said regretfully: "I thought that little mermaid was very cute at the time, and I wanted to have a pet, but I gave up after thinking about it."

"Why?" Hermione asked with interest. She has only seen records of mermaid creatures in books. It is said that males are ugly and magnetically beautiful.

"We already have two cats in the family, and I am worried that Little Cutie will want to eat'Steamed Mermaid','Braised Mermaid','Sweet and Sour Mermaid'..."

Hermione: "..."

They walked around to the vegetable field next to Hagrid's cottage.

If the decayed scenery in other places is a bit depressing, then the various ripe vegetables and fruits lying in the vegetable field in front of you make people happy.

Have you seen a pumpkin with a big wheel, and a winter melon the size of a horse?

Colorful and fruitful.

A chirp sounded from above his head.

I saw some owls flying out of the owl shed in the bright and clear sky, and then turned into a few small black spots, completely disappeared.

"I feel that the number of owls seems to be a little less. Generally, every Saturday morning, more wizards write letters to the house."

"The reason for this situation has something to do with the store you opened? Some students think they can tell their family members immediately if they have any needs now, instead of waiting for the parents to let the owl fly again, which saves half of the time. There is no need to wait until Sunday to send the letter."

Hermione turned her gaze to a small house not far away, which was an owl-turning station.

There are not many people, only a few people.

Most wizard parents do not have a clear concept of using gold rush mail.

"This is just the beginning." Harry said: "Now only one-way transmission, Diagon Alley to Hogwarts. After a while, the system structure on Diagon Alley is reasonable, and gold can be rushed. Recruit some wizards to work for it. The students who support Hogwarts send the letters to Diagon Alley, and then the wizards take the letters to the world."

"Think about how troublesome it was to communicate between students and parents. It takes several hours or even ten hours for the owl to fly. With this station, it can be directly reduced to a few minutes. How efficient is this."

Hermione: "People who love owls strongly condemn it! If you do this, what should owls do? The postal situation of owls will be affected, and the pet shop owner who sells owls will also cry."

Harry said: "This is inevitable development, but they can also learn to open a similar courier shop for gold rushing. I don’t want gold rushing to become a monopoly, and you think, as soon as this new industry of wizard courier appears, it can How many wizards are promoted, even if they are only part-time, the benefits will not be less. And I will protect the rights and interests of ordinary wizards, and it will never happen that they cannot get their own legal labor compensation and are forced to chant severe fire to themselves. Happening."

Hermione rolled her eyes: "Where can there be such a thing, if it reaches that point, the wizards must first rush over and recite Avada's life to you, an exploiter."

Harry smiled slightly and continued: "After a while, Fred and the others will make more teleportation stones, and set up a gold panning shop in places where there are large gatherings of wizards in other countries. This is called a strategic node."

Hermione asked puzzledly: "Why? I think it would be unnecessary. Anyway, employees who can sign a contract with gold rushing gold will appear in apparitions. Then there is a gold rushing gold company."

Harry looked at Hermione with an exaggerated expression, and snorted: "Hermione, I found out that you are the real capitalist."

Hermione glared at Harry angrily.

Harry said patiently: "Do you think those wizards are tireless tool people? Although the Apparition is extremely efficient, they can't be used unlimitedly. Generally, if you teleport ten times in a row, your spirit will almost fall into fatigue. Stop, the spirit will be damaged. If the starting point and the target are far away, it will be more painful."

"Normal wizards transport packages, and Apparition takes only a part of the journey, and they have to rely on flying brooms and flying magic carpets. So we have to set up transfer stations around the world to spread the pressure, just like a relay race."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

...

A high window opened.

The cool breeze blows in, blowing the skirts of the two girls, one big and one small, by the window.

One of them had a dull gaze, and a slightly pursed lips looking at a pair of men and women walking slowly on the grass in the distance.

"Really partial..." I don't know who murmured.

At the edge of the forbidden forest, the treetops of the forbidden forest swayed gently in the breeze.

Harry looked at them, enjoying the pleasant sensation of fresh air blowing on his face, and his heart was particularly happy.

At this moment, he saw it—a huge, reptile-like, winged horse, the kind of weird horse that pulls a Hogwarts carriage.

I saw it fully spread out its tough black wings like a pterodactyl~www.ltnovel.com~ suddenly flew out of the bushes, like a strange giant bird.

It held its head high, and did not see the two figures on the runway where it was about to fly.

Ye Qi was fast, but Harry reacted faster.

Harry pulled Hermione lightly and pulled her into his arms.

It seemed that a strong wind was blowing half a meter from her side, and Hermione's hair was flying.

Hermione felt the warm palm behind her, and she twisted her body slightly, her eyelashes flickering: "That's not good, but it's daytime, and it's not remote enough."

Harry couldn't help but smile, lowered his head and kissed Hermione's cheek, and said, "Hermione, you are so cute. Just a night skeletal passed by, I'm afraid you will be hurt."

Hermione suddenly wanted to dig a hole in with shame.

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