Rebirth of the Harry Potter

In 1995, the first day of the Easter holiday.

　　 Evening.

　　 Harry's hut.

　　 Following her old habits, Hermione spent half a day taking Harry along with her, and set up a luxurious review schedule.

　　 Harry's eyes gradually became dull.

　　 The densely packed text, the parchment that dragged onto the floor.

While flipping through the magic book of exam subjects, Hermione added paintings to the parchment, muttering: "One round of review, two rounds of review, three rounds...I guess there is not enough time, now, let's do it for now. ."

　　 Harry only felt cold, and the only thing that could bring him warmth was the...body in his arms.

　　 So he held Astoria tighter.

　　 Astoria glanced at Hermione who was in the state, then looked at Harry: "Brother, you are so poor."

　　 "Hermione, isn't it over yet? It's just an O. exam. You are too scary."

"Huh." Hermione glanced at Harry with an angry look. "You always do this, can you be more serious about exams... I also added a feature to this parchment, which will keep reminding you that there are a few days away from the countdown to the exam. , Every day will be reduced by one day."

　　 Harry reached out and fished the parchment in his hand.

　　 Let Hermione go on, who knows if there will be a supplementary plan one, two, three.

"Is this an exaggeration? From today to the day of the end of the exam, you have arranged a full schedule. There is no day off, and you have to study until late every night." Harry looked at the table, and the chapters and knowledge points were connected in series. Now, if you give this review note to other wizards, it will probably become something like a bible, but he only feels his brain hurts.

　　 Hermione should say: "I still think you have been the number one in the grade. It is not so strict. Otherwise, why do you have to review until the early morning? Don't underestimate the O. exam."

　　 "Hey, you are good at exams."

　　 Harry was sure that Hermione's personality was really different from ordinary people.

　　 Isn’t magic itself the most important thing in learning magic? Everyone is doing it for this purpose.

　　 But Hermione always has her own ideas: magic and mathematics, physical chemistry, science courses are no different. Learn it, master it, apply it, and finally pass the assessment to prove to everyone that she has learned magic knowledge very well.

　　 The teacher's praise, the envy of the classmates and even the inferiority complex are Hermione's ultimate pursuit.

　　Hermione said "cut~~" when she heard Harry's words.

Harry smiled and said: "Magic can be used, whether it can be transformed into an answer written on paper is not the point. Besides, last year Zhang Qiuping won the O. first result in a flat manner, and I usually don't see it. How hard did she review?"

　　 "Heh..." Hermione glanced at Zhang Qiu, who was sitting quietly in front of the standing window, and sneered: "Really, although I often don't sleep in the middle of the night, it has nothing to do with studying."

　　 Zhang Qiu: "……"

　　 Why does it involve me? My baby feels wronged, but doesn't say anything.

Harry gave a dry cough and patted Astoria's head: "Astoria, this O. six-week sprint schedule is still good, I will put it away for you, and wait for today next year. Take it out and put it in the sun. It's just right for you. You have to thank Sister Hermione for all her hard work."

　　 Astoria raised her head, her eyes blinked innocently: "Brother, can you still do this?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Harry's smile became more heartwarming, and he folded the parchment.

　　 A white fur ball jumped on Astoria's leg. Astoria was sad and could only vent his emotions with a cat.

　　 Harry slapped Astoria's hands and cute body at the same time.

　　 Double happiness.

　　 is silky, soft and warm.

Little cutie expressed his dissatisfaction with her noble and white body by stretching out her four magic palms and squeezing her noble and white body. She got into Astoria's jacket and continued to drill upwards. Finally, her head came out of the collar and her body was tightly hidden. In her clothes.

　　 Little cutie triumphed: "Make clear about your identities, servant. Without my permission, who allowed you to touch me indiscriminately."

　　 Harry put his head on Astoria, smiled slightly, did not speak, just let his hands follow the little cute footprints.

　　 A little cat, I really think I am the owner of the cat. If I don’t touch you today, I will feel comfortable, with a full belly, weak limbs, and pitiful. I am not Harry Potter.

　　 Harry stretched out his hand and accurately grasped the cute soft body.

　　 "You won't let me touch, I still want to touch it." Harry forcefully laughed, "Is it comfortable?"

　　 This smelly cat should be given a good education.

　　 When he was kicked up, he was very comfortable, and he had to be arrogant and rewarded Harry with the way they touched her body.

　　 Today, I’m going to break her nobility, let her, when she squinted her eyes and snorted comfortably, she left with her hands, hehe.

　　 Let the cat let go of pride, and obediently rubbed his leg pants to beg.

　　 Well, how come this kind of plot is so evil and so familiar.

　　 Harry thought of dealing with the cute, his hands were more powerful, sometimes thunder and sometimes drizzle, each with a wonderful feeling.

　　 "What are you talking about." Little cutie tilted her head and meowed, "What are you doing with the back of your hand rubbing against me through your underwear."

　　? ? ?

　　I’m not cute?

　　 But the softness that makes people addicted to it, what else can there be besides a cute body?

　　 The cute little body in the palm of his hand undulates, and with time, the fluctuation becomes larger and larger, and it becomes more and more hot.

　　 Seems to be really not.

　　 The characteristic of the cuteness is that the more refreshed you are, the longer the breath.

　　 And Astoria's body seemed to be turned into a puddle of muddy water, she slumped in Harry's arms, raised her head slightly, her face flushed, and panted slightly to answer the question: "Shu...come."

"Uh."

　　 Harry retracted his hand in embarrassment and greeted Hermione's naked ridicule. Her eyes flashed, as if to say: "Hehe, it's not night yet, this is not a bedroom yet."

　　 "I really didn't mean it this time. I really wanted to kick the cat." Harry defended, squeezing his nose.

　　 A faint scent of milk hits... It smells good.

　　 Astoria reached out and twisted the cutie out of her neck, threw it on the ground, and turned and straddled Harry's lap.

　　The most important feature of her character is her lack of shyness and wanton indulgence.

　　 Astoria is a little flattering, her red lips are slightly open, and her voice is soft and waxy: "Brother..."

　　 She threw herself in Harry's arms, although she called him, but the meaning was self-evident.

　　 Behind Astoria, Hermione put down the quill, folded her hands and leaned on the chair.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 The eyes are clearly taunting and mocking: Didn't you say it was intentional? Don't move if you have the ability.

　　 Harry’s hands froze in mid-air, a cute wild cat slowly twisting in his arms, but another pair of cold beautiful eyes were staring at him.

　　 What an old man surnamed Mei said: As long as you are shameless, then nothing can hurt you. If so, then stick to the shamelessness.

　　 Harry was finally defeated by the kindness in his heart and his shame.

　　 Whoever ignites the fire, who extinguishes it.

　　 Harry hugged Astoria with one hand around his waist and the other under his knees, and said gently: "Are you going to rest?"

　　 Astoria blushed little: "Hmm..."

　　 Then the two of them walked to the bedroom.

　　 Hermione grinds her teeth, and you are too presumptuous.

　　…………

　　 The sky is getting dim.

　　 This house, which is invisible from the outside world, is lit up with dim lights.

　　 The sound coming from the room where a certain big bed is located gradually became louder, then went out again and became inaudible.

　　 Hermione and Zhang Qiu looked at each other, and quickly looked away.

　　 They have been living together ever since Bing Room made a change that knew Harry well and merged the two rooms into one.

　　 No matter what they do, the three girls will bear it together.

　　 Therefore, I can't see it face to face. Today, only Astoria is alone with Harry, they are ashamed of the loud voice.

　　 Then, they wouldn't have yelled like this before.

　　)

　　 Seven o'clock.

　　 Zhang Qiu put the book on the small yellow round table by the window~www.ltnovel.com~ stood up and stretched lazily.

　　 walked to Hermione, across the desk, she was studying hard.

　　 Zhang Qiu lightly smiled: "Do you want to be together?"

　　 Hermione's face was hot, her head twisted, and she snorted arrogantly, "No, I want to review!"

"okay then."

　　 Hermione looked up at Zhang Qiu's slender willow waist and the black hair that swayed up to her hips, she couldn't help but grabbed her messy hair.

　　 "Two little vixens."

　　 The sound in my ear sounded again, lingering like a spell, which made my heart annoying.

　　 ten o'clock.

　　 Hermione woke up in a trance, only to find that her book had only flipped two pages.

Where's the time.

　　 Hermione stood up angrily, her legs sore and almost falling.

　　 The living room is completely quiet.

　　 Hermione gnashed her teeth from the bedroom: "Asshole, you asshole, make my clothes sticky and wet!"

　　 Harry yelled aggrievedly: "Hermione, you are still unreasonable, I have nothing to do with rain, um..."

　　 "嘤……"

　　Helena passed by the door and listened for a moment.

　　 Tonight, I guess I don’t need to make dinner anymore.

　　…………

　　 A breeze blew the review plan on the desk.

　　 The parchment rolled up, but fell weakly.

　　 seemed to roar in angrily: "Strictly follow the plan and review it! It is said that we will fight until dawn! Drink...tui..., a scumbag, a scumbag."

　　 The first day of the review plan started and failed.

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