Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Harry took the permission form.

Before I had time to read it, I heard Professor McGonagall say slowly: "Potter, the permission form must be signed by the parent or guardian to be valid."

"I know that you no longer live in Auntie and Uncle's house. In fact, I think this is very good. I met them a long time ago. I don't think they are qualified guardians."

"No one signed, so your permission form cannot be valid..."

"But do you know, actually... your aunt and uncle are not your only guardians."

"I should have thought that person died, but something happened recently..." Professor McGonagall organized the language: "It happened outside, and it hasn't been reported to the school yet."

"That person will most likely become your guardian...he has the right to sign this form for you."

Sure enough, the watch said Sirius Black.

"He said he didn't want you to be different from other kids, so he sent this form."

Professor McGonagall looked into Harry's eyes and said, "I know you must be confused and panicked now, why would Sirius, the prisoner of Azkaban, be your guardian...and you should know something about it. In connection with the death of your parents..."

"But there are some things, it's inappropriate for me to tell you now, Sirius will give you an explanation..."

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium, couldn't help but pat Harry on the head, and sighed in his heart: This child's life experience is too tortuous and involved too much.

Finally, Professor McGonagall comforted: "Don't think too much for now, you can go to Hogsmeade to have fun, just know this..."

What a joke, Harry complained in his heart.

And I was being patted on the head like someone caring for a child... shame.

But who would have known that Professor McGonagall's "clutch" came so suddenly, so unstoppable.

Harry handed the permission form to Professor McGonagall, and replied dejectedly, "Okay Professor, I see."

Then, Hermione, who kept stroking his head with a smirk on his face, left the classroom.

...

At noon lunch time.

Astoria was gloomy, the delicacies on the plate did not arouse her interest, holding a fork, poking and poking.

"There was a boy in class who was so annoying," she said.

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked curiously, not forgetting to stuff a piece of fried beef dripping with gravy into her mouth.

"He kept telling me how much fun Hogsmeade is, how his brother would bring him countless kinds of candy from the candy store every time, and what kind of joke shop, where there are all kinds of strange magic toys..."

"Obviously he hasn't been there either, but he just heard his brother describe it to him, so there's something to show off to me." Astoria's face was puffed up.

Harry thought for a while and suggested, "Astoria, you must stay away from him in the future."

"Why?" Astoria didn't understand what it mattered.

"Because low IQ is contagious."

"You never would have guessed, that boy is trying to curry favor with you, he wants to attract your attention."

Astoria looked confused: "Really? But why do I think he hates me so much that he deliberately mocked me for not having been to Hogsmeade. I don't know how fun it is."

Harry flicked Astoria's tender forehead with his fingers, and said with a light smile: "That's why he is called stupid. He behaved like this in front of you, thinking that you would be interested in him, and give him a high look, but you don't know , in fact, doing so will only annoy girls, and many villains in knight novels don’t understand this.”

Hermione's tone was gloomy: "As expected of Harry Potter, the lover, he really knows the girl's mind like the back of his hand."

Harry: "Ahem..."

"Wow!" After Harry said this, Astoria suddenly realized,

With stars in her eyes, she looked at Harry adoringly, and said, "Brother, you are so amazing."

Harry smiled slightly and said, "I'm really good."

Astoria said: "I seem to remember my mother taught me that people who are humble will be loved."

Harry said: "Your mother was right, that's why I said 'very powerful' instead of 'great'."

"So that's the case." Astoria nodded, agreeing with Harry's words.

"Then... what should boys do to attract girls?" Astoria continued the topic just now and asked curiously.

"There are many methods, and there is a very powerful trick called 'playing hard to get'."

"Generally, if a boy falls in love with a certain girl, he just needs to yell at her '30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor', then raise his hand and throw out a divorce letter, oh, it's a divorce agreement Remember, the action must be fast and the posture must be handsome. In this way, the girl will fall in love with him hopelessly!" Harry taught his unique skills.

Hermione almost choked, she gave Harry a look: "Nonsense."

Then he said to Astoria in a gentle voice: "Astoria, don't listen to Harry's nonsense, there is no such thing."

...

Many people around are discussing what to do in Hogsmeade. Although the seniors have been there many times, they are still willing to continue participating as one of the few opportunities to get out of school.

Hogwarts is equivalent to a closed school in the Muggle world. There is only one long vacation in half a semester. There is no chance to leave school in the middle, and all meals and lodging are at the school.

Parents are the only ones who come to school if they want to meet their parents, but almost no parents of students come to visit their children. It seems that their children are too lacking in independence.

Just look at Astoria. When she first entered school last year, no matter how reluctant and worried her parents were, they never came to visit her once. But letters are written one by one every day.

Astoria listened to their words, a little tangled.

She looked at Harry pitifully: "Brother, I really want to visit Hogsmeade. I think what they said is very interesting. You can sneak me out."

Hermione didn't like violating school rules, so she immediately said: "Hey, let's not go, you will be in the third grade by this time next year, and you will be allowed to go then. And, when Christmas comes, you can also ask Your parents took you there."

Astoria said: "My dad will definitely not allow me to go there, not to mention that there is a chance this Christmas, even if it is the third grade next year, he will not sign the permission form. He won't let me go to the mess. , a place where people are chaotic."

"Brother~~~~" Astoria began to act like a baby.

Who can resist that pleading look...

Harry was about to speak, but Hermione hurriedly said, "Harry, this matter requires the consent of the guardian, let alone she is still in the second grade."

Harry said: "Aren't we her guardians at school? You still don't believe in my strength, so I won't let her get hurt..."

Hermione was dizzy and blushed: Harry, what did he mean by that? Although we usually take care of Astoria like two adults take care of children, but the guardian...he said this...it's too embarrassing...we are not husband and wife, how can he say that...

"I rely on my parents at home, but now at school, we are brothers and sisters are acting as temporary guardians. Hey, Hermione, why does your face turn red and turn pale..."

Hermione's heart turned cold: Hehe, it turned out to mean brother and sister.

"What do you think, Hermione? The rules are dead. Only the third year can enter Hogsmeade. It's no big deal to change it."

Hermione said, "I just think it's a bit of an insult to say you're a lover."

Harry: "..."

"Hmph, why ask my opinion, you don't listen anyway."

Harry then said, "Astoria, let me figure out how to get you out this week, with us..."

Astoria smiled happily: "Hee hee, thank you brother, brother is the best."

"Boom..."

Astoria kissed the right side of Harry's cheek, and the soft touch was unforgettable.

But at the same time, murderous intent appeared.

Hermione looked into Harry's eyes and said word by word: "She, only, ten, two! How can you be so shameless!"

Harry said innocently: "I'm only thirteen, and I was violated, why don't you see me defending me.".

Hermione: "..."

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