Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Flint didn't seem to hear it, and stood there stupidly, motionless.

There was no sense of being panicked by being exposed suddenly.

"Looks like I was being too careful," Harry said to himself.

"It's really just a coincidence that Flint wanted to avoid the fight."

Harry took his wand, tapped Flint on the head, and said, "Now you can go back and forget what just happened."

After speaking, Harry disappeared.

However, Flint still didn't move, standing there like a pillar, his eyes staring straight at the air in front of him.

...

Half an hour later, beside Flint, who hadn't moved half a centimeter, Harry suddenly appeared.

He lifted the invisibility spell.

During the period of time when he disappeared, he never left at all.

Instead, he entered a state of invisibility, stood around the corner, and watched Flint.

Because what he really ordered Flint in his mind was to stand there.

If Flint moves...

Hehe, there are almost no people who can break Harry's Imperius Curse.

Then Harry really wondered if the world was conscious, and in order to return to the original world line, he "created" a very strong wizard to correct it.

"Okay, now go back to the Slytherin common room and regain your sanity," Harry ordered.

"Yes." Flint replied mechanically.

...

After Flint left, Harry was still uneasy.

No way, in case this really foreshadows Voldemort's resurrection.

That's really not good.

Harry frowned, deciding to be one last.

...

Snape's underground office.

"Boom boom boom."

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" It was Snape's usual high, snakelike voice.

"I."

Then the house became quiet, and there was no intention to invite people outside the house to come in.

"Okay, I'm in then."

It took a few seconds for Harry to adjust to the darkness of Snape's office when he entered.

There was Snape in a black robe and greasy curly hair sitting behind the desk, looking at Harry with an angry face.

"I heard that you asked Madam Hooch to change the match between Slytherin and Gryffindor to a match against Ravenclaw."

Snape was about to angrily reprimand Harry Potter for coming in without permission, when he heard Harry talking about it, he thought he understood Harry's reason for coming.

He leaned back on the chair in his spare time, and said with a sneer, "Are you begging me or let Slytherin and Gryffindor fight? After all, your Gryffindor training is all about Slytherin. If the opponent's style changes If not, it’s not easy for you to achieve excellent results.”

The corners of Snape's mouth formed a diagonal upward line.

"I'm telling you! Don't even think about..."

"no."

"Uh..." Snape paused.

"It's about the same," said Harry.

"……think!"

"I'm here to discuss the feasibility of this matter with you, to discuss...understand." Harry said solemnly: "Of course you can disagree."

Snape narrowed his eyes and said darkly: "Then if you don't leave, I will definitely not agree."

Harry wasn't embarrassed.

He just said with regret: "My mother definitely hopes that someone can help her child accomplish this goal..."

Then looked at Snape with emerald green eyes.

No need to say anything, just watch.

[Activate the only true god-level skill: the gaze from Lily's eyes. 】

(Skill introduction: When the savior Harry Potter looks at the half-blood prince Severus Snape with his eyes, it is equivalent to Lily's presence, which can instantly kill Snape.)

Snape gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists.

How could Lily have such a child? !

Extremely shameless!

After a long time, Snape sat down again.

As if appointed, he said without any fluctuations in his tone: "Okay, I will discuss this matter with Mrs. Hooch."

Harry asked in surprise, "Really?"

Snape raised his head, looked at Harry coldly, and said nothing.

Harry said suspiciously: "Don't lie to me, you really want to let Slytherin fight Gryffindor again?"

Snape gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, you can go."

Harry asked tirelessly: "Are you really sure? Go later?"

If sight could kill, Harry would have been killed countless times by Snape.

Snape's face turned red with anger, he suppressed his anger, and said in a word: "I, said, did, did, did! You immediately, disappear for me!"

"Oh, yes." Harry smiled.

He was sure that this matter could really be changed back.

Harry turned to leave.

He just took a step and turned around again.

Snape's eyes were wide open.

Harry smiled shyly, and said embarrassedly: "Actually, I was just joking with you just now, the current order of competition is pretty good, you don't have to go..."

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

Snape finally exploded.

He grabbed the wand on the table, pointed at Harry, and growled insanely.

"Avada Kedav! Avada Kowal! Kowtow! Kowal! Kowal! Kowtow..."

Seeing that he had offended Snape, Harry immediately Apparated and ran away.

Snape cast a dozen Killing Curses in one go, his mana was exhausted, and he collapsed on the chair panting.

...

Hermione noticed Harry looking relaxed and whistling cheerfully.

"Why are you so happy again?" Hermione asked.

Harry said: "Because I found that there is nothing wrong with the world, so naturally I don't need to save it."

Hermione was at a loss, and then plunged into her arithmetic and divination class again.

...

Saturday night.

The wind was howling and the rain was falling harder than ever.

The corridors and classrooms were dimly lit, and more torches and lanterns were lit on the walls.

Inside the auditorium, the lights are bright.

The Slytherin Quidditch players were not looking good.

Looking at the violent storm outside the window, Flint felt as if he was shooting himself in the foot.

Gryffindor training against them was nothing compared to competing in this inclement weather.

Because in the rainy and groggy days, Quidditch has no tactics at all.

Just plain rampage.

Much of the burden rests on the Seeker.

So when I think about my college playing against Ravenclaw tomorrow, and Gryffindor college may have to play against Hufflepuff in a windless and rainless weather because of my proposal.

Flint really wanted to slap himself twice.

And Wood and the others on Gryffindor's side couldn't help laughing.

When Flint came to him with a smug face and said that they would not play against Slytherin, and then he told the other players, they were all furious and wanted to find Flint to make a theory.

Now they just want to stand in front of Flint, laugh, thank him, and watch him turn ugly.

Playing Quidditch in this weather is really "great".

...

Flint back in the Slytherin common room at the bottom of the lake.

The ceiling is a transparent semicircle carved from crystal, and you can see the sparkling light overhead, and the raindrops dripping on the lake, forming small ripples.

A faint rumble came into the living room.

Flint secretly prayed that the race would be called off, because playing in this kind of weather could almost say goodbye to the champion.

Their goal scoring is definitely much lower than the average innings.

But he knew it was just wishful thinking.

A Quidditch match wouldn't be canceled just because of something as trivial as a lightning storm.

Flint was worried. He could only hope that Ravenclaw's players were not very good, so that they could play an advantage.

He was really freaking out about Slytherin Quidditch.

...

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