Harry Potter Reborn

Harry did not let Hermione go so easily.

He is the "victim", okay?

Why does it still seem like he’s making so much money (ω)

In response to such an unfair concept, Harry had to say two things.

Harry said indignantly: "When I heard what you said, I was so angry that I was shaking all over. I was sweating all over my body and my hands and feet were cold on a hot day. Can this magical society get better? How can we boys live so that you are satisfied? I couldn't shed tears.

The entire magical world is filled with oppression of male wizards. When can male wizards really stand up!"

Hermione: "(⊙_⊙)"

Astoria pulled Harry's sleeve and said in confusion: "Brother, isn't it very cold now? How do you say it's a hot day?"

"Oh, yes, I made a slip of the tongue, thank you Astoria for reminding me."

"It should be changed to a situation where the whole body is hot and sweating on a cold day." Harry followed suit.

…

October 29th, Friday.

Snow.

Heavy snow.

Light snowflakes began to fall around 10 a.m., but within a few minutes, the snow became heavier.

I saw only a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth. Snowflakes were falling from the sky in large numbers. It was impossible to distinguish faces several meters apart. It was like a white tent was pulled up all around, and the earth immediately became covered with silver.

By four o'clock in the afternoon, the snow had become smaller and smaller, falling into small patches floating in the air.

On the Hogwarts campus, thick snow has accumulated on the towers.

The next day, it was dark. Harry looked through the glass window and saw that the snow on the ground was another foot thick. He was afraid that it would fall again last night.

Harry rubbed his sleepy eyes and thought: Let's go play in the snow today.

Harry lifted the quilt, put on a long fluffy hat, and got out of bed. He was wearing a set of children's velvet pajamas with Mickey Mouse printed on them, and then started to wash up.

When I looked in the mirror and saw Mickey Mouse laughing, I couldn't help but murmured: "I don't know which employee bought me such pajamas. It doesn't reflect my handsomeness at all. Her bonus must be deducted."

This is a stone house.

Not the Gryffindor dormitories.

Some time ago, Harry moved out of his dormitory and said goodbye to several of his roommates.

Ron Weasley, Dean Thomas, and Simon Finnegan had a very bad relationship with Harry, and they wanted Harry to move out quickly.

Harry is really the dormitory bully.

As soon as Harry entered the dormitory, they didn't even dare to talk loudly.

The little Jiujiu that isolated Harry in their hearts just happened to make Harry like it very much, and he ended up in peace.

Later, Harry thought, in this case, he might as well not live in the dormitory at all.

Having a house of your own is comfortable, you can do whatever you want and be free.

Fortunately, this was Hogwarts, and there was no dormitory teacher to check on him, and no one knew that Harry had moved out of the dormitory.

When he moved out, only Neville Longbottom showed reluctance to leave Harry.

Where to live? Of course it's still in Hogwarts.

Found it in the Room of Requirement.

What a waste it is to leave such a convenient resource unused.

So Harry walked three times in front of the tapestry on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle where the troll beat Barnabas the fool.

What I was thinking in my mind was: I want a room dedicated to Harry Potter. It should be clean, tidy, and comfortable. It should have the warmth of home and the comfort of a hotel. The bed should be Simmons, and the quilt should be Fuanna.

The wardrobe should be from Lin Pinru, and the girlfriend should have the same style... Bah, I'm wrong. Forget about the girlfriend, ignore it, ignore it, the room needs to be carpeted, pure velvet must be worth at least tens of millions of dollars, and the room chandelier

Hang up the Panasonic for me...

Harry's request below is to omit 10,000 words to prevent readers from judging the author's word count.

After Harry made his wish, there was no response on the opposite wall for a long time.

Just when Harry was wondering if the processing performance of the Room of Requirement's CPU was insufficient, the wall shook and a door slowly appeared.

It was a magical door, emitting golden light. (How many people sang along?)

This is the legendary glowing house.

Liu Miaoxing once said: "A house that does not shine golden is not a good house."

Harry opened the door, and the decoration inside was extremely luxurious and luxurious.

Moreover, it has three bedrooms and one living room, and the kitchen and bathroom are fully equipped. The fireplace flame is burning, making the room look warm.

The glass windows provide good lighting and overlook most of the campus.

Harry didn't even bother to place his belongings. He just nestled on a soft sofa and thought angrily: If I had known it was so comfortable, I should have lived here when I was in first grade.

If the magician who created the Room of Requirement saw Harry making full use of the Room of Requirement, he would probably sigh: Xiu'er, just stand here and I'll pull out an orange tree for you...

It is worth mentioning that when Harry moved here, he sent an invitation to Hermione and Qiu Zhang: "Are you there? Do you want to sleep in the same house with me?"

Hermione angrily threw the book on Harry's head.

Zhang Qiu was slightly surprised, then looked at Harry with a smile... Half an hour later, Harry was defeated.

Because his eyes are too dry.

It's true that no matter how powerful the magic is, your eyes will still be dry.

However, he was curious about how Zhang Qiu did it and looked at him without blinking for half an hour.

Zhang Qiu said with a smile: "I was just experimenting with a little magic... a magic that can make people not blink for a long time, and you came." (Note: I didn't write this paragraph before, I forgot.)

Harry: "..."

So in the end, Harry was only accompanied by a cat like Little Cutie.

What a lonely young man, so sad...

…

After washing up, although it was much brighter outside, Harry knew that it was just because of the white snow. At this point, and it was Sunday again, most of the students in Hogwarts were probably still hiding under the warm quilts.

, haven’t woken up yet.

Harry loves learning, and reading is the one thing he does most. He also has a wide range of knowledge and reads everything.

So on the side of the fireplace where the flames kept burning, there was a desk.

Warm flames emit thermal radiation, and overhead lights flood the room.

Harry opened the book and studied hard.

What he was reading today was not dark magic, but a comic called "A Guide to Evaluating Customs from Different Worlds". Who knows how the Room of Requirement put this kind of book on Harry's indispensable bookshelf.

Anyway, Harry is innocent.

…

Harry's bedroom.

The little cutie poked his head out from under Harry's quilt, clenched his paws into fists, licked them, and rubbed his head.

Then jumping out of bed, she looked for her master.

The little cutie walked gracefully on the white carpet and jumped onto Harry's desk.

Then he curled up on the table again, pressing against Harry's palm.

Harry casually started to pick up the cat.

As he watched, Harry frowned and gently plucked the little cutie's ears.

The little cutie looked at Harry blankly: "Meow...meow?" (Level 10 cat language translation: Master, what's the matter?)

Harry pointed at the little cutie's head, then pointed at the orc girl in the book, and said, "Change it!"

The little cutie glanced at the book, stood up, walked over, and pressed a long white cat leg on the book to block Harry's view.

She looked at Harry with tears in her eyes: "Meow meow... meow meow..." (Level 10 cat language translation: Master, stop reading these books. You have become obsessed. It is impossible for me to become a girl with cat ears.

of……)

Harry held the little cutie in his arms, combed her hair from the top of her head down her back, and sighed sadly: "Hey... life is not as good as it should be, nine times out of ten..."

…

Note: The Room of Requirement is so buggy, it's like a universe.

It can be compared with Doraemon's phone booth.

The plot of using the Room of Requirement in the original book is ridiculous. Harry just wanted a place to practice magic, and Voldemort wanted a place to hide things...

Damn it.

Such a destructive prop has turned out to be a trick.

Voldemort could just think about it: I want a house with an artifact that can instantly rule the magical world. That's enough.

Go inside and find a glove with five infinity stones.

(￣▽￣)

The Room of Requirement is a huge flaw that cannot be written in detail.

Otherwise, Harry would make a wish: I wish there would be a room with a treasure in it that would allow the author to update ten thousand chapters.

The book will be finished tomorrow.

(=ω=)