Rebirth of the Harry Potter

At dinner, Astoria feasted on it and called it "really delicious".

Diana took out a bottle of red wine worth hundreds of thousands of pounds.

In her eyes, this is a very valuable item, a treasure that cannot be bought with money.

But in the eyes of her guests...

emm...

Astoria only took a sip, and his face wrinkled together, as if he had drunk poison.

"Bah, bah, bah... It's too bitter, even bitterer than the cold medicine made by Madam Pomfrey." Then he put the half glass of red wine aside.

And the two girls Zhang Qiu and Hermione didn't even move.

"This bottle of 52-year-old red wine is full-bodied and full-bodied. Women drink it and even have beauty effects." Diana said.

Hearing this, Hermione and Zhang Qiu were a little moved.

But they all shook their heads and said in unison: "Because it has been left for too long and it is too strong, we are likely to get drunk, and we are worried that Harry will take the opportunity to do something indescribable to us."

Harry took a big sip of his wine, and said with a smile: "You still know me well, and know that one of my mottos is to take advantage of others' danger."

Diana was stunned, their combination was too weird.

Diana originally focused on Harry, and as long as Harry liked the wine, she was satisfied.

She suddenly noticed that Harry would pour some clear liquid into the wine, and the air was filled with a sweet and sour smell, which made people salivate.

She asked, "What are you adding to it?"

Harry looked at her in shock, and said contemptuously, "You don't even drink Sprite, do you?"

Violence (tian) heaven and earth ah!

Diana smiled: "Hehe...just as long as you are happy."

After a while, Diana started asking about her affairs.

"Excuse me, can you change the future where I will die in a car accident? Through your magic,

I am willing to give all my property. said Diana.

"What do I want money for?" Harry wasn't interested at all.

"Some wizards think that death is the trajectory set by the god of death, and no one can change it. If I were the god of death, I could open the back door for you, but unfortunately I am not, just wait for death with peace of mind." Harry said casually.

These words appeared in Diana's heart like the twelfth lunar month of winter, freezing her last hope to death.

Harry couldn't help frowning as soon as the words came out of his mouth.

What he said is indeed the opinion of a considerable part of wizards in the wizarding world.

Although the theory of the god of death is illusory, no wizard has ever been able to break the death prophecy made by the fortune-teller... This refers to a real prophet, not a bastard like Trelawney.

Some wizards try to change, but the result will always come to an end in a variety of strange ways.

For example, a wizard was about to die in volcanic lava. He fled, but was burned to death by a passing fire dragon.

A wizard was prophesied that his bones would be buried deep in the ground and never see the light of day, so wherever he went, he would petrify the ground. Unexpectedly, when he was hiding in a cave, the mountain collapsed and buried him underneath.

Nicole Flamel, the first owner of the Sorcerer's Stone, came to the prophecy of his death after visiting all fortune tellers.

Then he gave up using the Philosopher's Stone to prolong his life.

He had lived long enough and seen enough to not be so afraid of death.

In an interview with the "Daily Prophet", he said: "Reaper must think that I broke his rules, and if I don't see him again, he will be angry, haha..."

Otherwise, who would be willing to die, he would definitely choose to fight till the end.

And Harry, he changed the ending of two people. Jobs and Sirius.

He didn't care about Jobs, but Sirius did.

He once thought that as long as he deviated from the original track, he would not usher in death.

But just now he realized that things might not be as simple as he thought.

There's even Professor Dumbledore and Snape.

It never occurred to Harry that either of them would die, too.

Because the Horcrux of Slytherin's locket has been destroyed, and Malfoy's personality has changed a lot, it is impossible to be Voldemort's Death Eater, and Dumbledore is now the Minister of Magic, his strength has always been He is at his peak, who can kill him?

As for Professor Snape, there are only two Horcruxes left, so can Voldemort still come out and jump around?

If Voldemort wants to be resurrected, he needs a physical body, so he needs Harry's blood as an introduction to perform black magic rituals.

But as long as Harry saw Voldemort for the first time, he would immediately destroy Voldemort's soul.

So what else is going to happen?

...

Diana was drunk.

How much she wanted to curse Harry as a liar, but she believed Harry's words in her heart.

She has always maintained her impeccable aristocratic lady manners.

But when he realized that his life was about to come to an end.

Even the innocent Diana lost her composure.

She wobbled around the long dining table, yelling at Harry and each of them about the royal family.

She let go completely, and various scandals of the British royal family were exposed by her.

The lower limit of Hermione and Zhang Qiu was refreshed again and again.

If there was a Muggle reporter here, he'd have a seizure.

Hermione drank a glass of juice, suppressing her shock.

These melons are so big.

Diana was drunk and hazy, saying something here and there.

Suddenly she called out a name: "Camilla!"

"You you you..." Diana blushed.

She glanced at the few people in the room, and it seemed that these people gave her courage.

She closed her eyes and shouted with all her strength: "You bitch! Bitch!"

Zhang Qiu took a sip of orange juice silently, would the dignified princess also curse?

"Heh...haha..." Diana smirked, covered her face with her hands, and said in shame, "I actually cursed..."

She supported the table, stepped on the long skirt, staggered, took two steps forward, and threw herself into a warm embrace.

She looked up and saw Harry looking at her indifferently.

"What's your problem?"

Diana struggled to stand up, but she didn't know where to press it, making Harry's face even more gloomy.

Diana felt leaden all over her body, so heavy that she couldn't even lift her arms.

She simply lay on top of Harry, putting her whole body weight on Harry, so that she felt very comfortable, as if she was lying on her bed.

Diana stuttered and said, "You men don't have any good things...you are worse than Charles, he just has a Camilla, but you have so many..."

"She, she, she..." Diana pointed to Zhang Qiu, Hermione, and Astoria.

Then he turned his finger around, but he couldn't seem to find the target, his head was a little confused, and he pointed at himself: "And I..."

"You're drunk," said Harry.

About to stand up and push Diana aside.

Diana put her arms around Harry's neck tightly: "Can't you really help me, I am willing to give everything I have..."

She grabbed Harry's hand and tore off her clothes, covering the two huddled breasts.

"Including me..."

She suddenly gave birth to a burst of strength, hugged Harry, and kissed Harry somewhat frantically.

The car is going too fast. Hermione and Zhang Qiu haven't reacted yet.

But Harry didn't disappoint them.

Harry pushed Diana away angrily, and Diana fell to the ground, a glass of red wine spilled on her white skirt.

"I'm going to rest first." Harry said thoughtfully.

He didn't even look at the woman on the ground whose shoulders started to shrug.

"Uh, okay..." Hermione said.

After Harry went upstairs.

Diana's weeping became louder, and crystal tears flowed down her delicate cheeks.

Her dignity was trampled to the extreme by Harry.

"Diana, are you okay?" Seeing her so pitiful, Hermione wanted to comfort her, but when she thought that she had molested her boyfriend just now, she felt that she deserved it.

So she didn't care about it, and dragged Zhang Qiu and Astoria upstairs.

Astoria said reluctantly: "My penguin meat..."

There was only one beautiful woman lying on the floor in the room, crying pitifully.

...

late at night.

In Harry's bedroom.

He was thinking about Sirius, the possibility of Dumbledore's death.

Logically speaking, it is almost impossible.

How many people in the world can defeat Dumbledore?

Or, a meteorite hitting the earth? Super volcano eruption?

Harry looked up into the sky.

Suddenly, he looked out the window and cursed: "Idiot."

In the sky here, at night, the moon is bright and the clouds are thin.

The moonlight shines on the ground without any cover.

In the white sandy beach, because it contains fluorescent stone luminous stone, it looks like a huge gemstone in the night, shining brightly.

A huge, pitch-black figure was lying on the beach, blowing the cool sea breeze comfortably.

A woman holding a wine bottle, smelling of alcohol, stumbled to the beach.

Diana only felt sad in her heart, so she wanted to come out to blow some air and wake up.

While she was sober, she raised her neck and drank the wine in her hand "gurgling".

Drunk, she looked at the wine bottle in her hand, trying to make out what was written on it, and murmured, "Why is this coffee so sweet? It can't soothe the hangover at all, and it still smells like alcohol..."

"Ouch..." she cried out in pain.

She hit a "wall."

Diana touched the "wall" for a long time.

"Why is there a hill here, oh, it turned out to be that dragon..."

Diana suddenly had a bold idea.

She giggled, walked around the giant dragon, and found a convenient place to climb.

She is going to ride the dragon.

When she was sober, even if she had a hundred guts, she wouldn't dare to think about it.

But now... It's really irrational to talk rationally with a drunken woman.

It's just that she just grabbed the dragon's wings.

Dahei shook his wings impatiently.

A figure flew out in a parabola, flying more than ten meters away.

Diana crashed into the sand.

After a while, she pulled her head out of the fine sand.

She looked around in a daze.

Then continue to climb Dahei.

then……

She flew out again.

But she seemed to be possessed by a demon, and instead of giving up, she ran to Dahei again.

The result is unchanged.

Time and time again, Diana's clothes were torn, and fine wounds were worn on her face, fingers, and knees.

She climbed up to Dahei again.

In Dahei's mind, if he didn't know that this person had spoken to his master, he would have killed her with a breath of dragon breath.

But it's interesting to see her perseverance. Are all Muggles like this? It's like a small moving toy, just wait for the master to allow me to play in the Muggle city one day.

Just when Dahei was about to fan her away again, he stopped suddenly.

As if he had received an order, he remained motionless.

Diana finally climbed onto the big black neck.

She clapped her hands happily, just like a child.

She said, "If your master doesn't ride me, then I will ride his dragon."

Diana spoke drunken gibberish.

"Go, go!" Diana ordered, pointing at Dahei's head.

Dahei remained silent for a few seconds, then reluctantly spread his giant wings and flew into the sky.

"Giggle..." Diana laughed happily. She looked at the blue night sky, pointed to the round bright moon, and said, "Go pick that glowing peach, it's so bright, I can't sleep .”

There was a touch of human helplessness in Dahei's eyes, so he had to obey.

Then it flies higher and higher.

The surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, and Diana felt her body was cold. She regained her sanity and said, "Go back quickly, I'm too cold."

Dahei obediently obeyed.

Then fly down again.

The sudden weightlessness made Diana, who drank a lot of alcohol, feel unwell.

"Ugh...wow..."

Diana spat out.

All the scales on Dahei's body exploded, and he was ready to die.

When she was about to fall to the ground, Diana was completely drunk. She let go of her hand and slid off Dahei's back.

Seeing that she was about to fall into the dark and icy sea water, she suddenly stopped, and a figure appeared and grabbed her.

Diana glanced at the people around her in bewilderment and fainted.

Harry carried Diana by the neck like a chick as he returned to the cottage, then dumped her onto her bed.

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