Harry Potter Reborn

Harry didn't expect Astoria to miss him so passionately.

Astoria came on the Hogwarts Express because her parents wanted to.

Harry had already taken great care of her at school, and they were worried that it would be detrimental to Astoria's growth if he had to apparate even when he went to school.

When Harry stood in front of the train to pick up Astoria, as soon as the cute girl saw Harry, she threw herself into Harry's arms, her eyes red.

Then he held Harry's hand the whole time and tugged on the hem of his clothes.

It was the same when eating, sticking close to Harry.

Harry didn't know that Astoria was so attached to him, that's because he didn't understand what Astoria was like growing up.

It can be said that the only two people Astoria is close to are her parents.

And Harry is the third person she cares about.

Although Astoria originally cared deeply about Harry and regarded him as an older brother, as well as the closeness between peers, she would not have been so clingy to Harry. Thinking about it, Astoria was already

I have known Harry for more than a year, and before I would only hug him happily.

But after she moved in with Harry in ignorance, the two slept in the same bed. Harry held her to sleep every day and kissed her affectionately. All kinds of pampering behaviors had slowly invaded Astoria's heart.

, no one has ever done this to her.

Harry did this just because he loved Astoria. Astoria is not like Zhang Qiu and Hermione. She is too simple. Harry will not understand how shameless and domineering his actions are. Sooner or later,

The earth left a mark on a little girl's heart, erecting an indestructible barrier between her and other wizards.

Astoria's feelings for Harry are getting deeper, stronger and sublimated.

She didn't understand love, but when she parted from Harry this time, when she fell asleep alone, she began to miss Harry's warm embrace with a unique smell.

So there was a scene tonight where Astoria still refused to let go.

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Harry's cabin at night.

Astoria was wearing a cute Dalmatian pajamas and lying on the bed. She was tossing and turning and seemed very energetic.

Suddenly she asked: "Brother, where is sister Helena? I haven't seen her just now."

Harry was stunned.

He actually forgot about that poor enchanting female ghost.

"She is still the caretaker of Hogwarts and should be back soon." Harry replied guiltily.

"Well..." Astoria threw herself into Harry's arms and whispered very clearly in the quiet room: "Brother, I miss you so much..."

"Me too." Harry pushed some blond hair from her forehead behind her ears.

"Hehe..." After hearing the answer she wanted to hear, Astoria let out a silly laugh.

He buried his head deeper, as if he wanted to rub it into Harry's body before he stopped.

She begged softly: "Brother, hold me tight."

"Um...Is that so?" Harry tightened his arms behind Astoria's back, hugging her petite body and feeling like he was holding a large cutie.

Astoria shook her body from side to side, feeling that there was still room, so she said, "Tighten it even more..."

So Harry's arms worked harder, almost causing Astoria to feel pain.

Astoria snorted with satisfaction: "Well... okay... just don't let go."

"Um."

…

late at night.

A black dot appeared from the horizon, a faint shadow.

Harry's cabin is invisible to wizards who don't know the details, but it is obvious to wizards who know its existence.

The person flew directly from outside to a certain wall of the castle, and then fell into Harry's bedroom.

The cold moonlight passed through the glass, passed through the woman's body, and projected onto the white carpet covering the entire room, making the carpet reveal a gleaming light blue.

Helena looked at Harry who was sleeping peacefully. At this moment, there was a calm smile on Harry's lips, not at all like the vicious look he usually had when bullying her.

Astoria curled up in her arms, like a little kitten lying in her owner's arms.

There was a trace of jealousy in Helena's eyes... This would never happen to her.

Helena looked at Harry for a long time. She walked to the bedside, hesitated for a moment, looked left and right to make sure no one could see her. She leaned over slightly, put her forehead against Harry's cheek, and kissed him coldly.

On Harry's lips.

Helena stood up suddenly, holding her face with her transparent hands, gasping for air. She didn't know why she did this suddenly. She only felt her heart beating violently.

It was not advisable to stay here for a long time. Helena felt extremely guilty, as if she was exposed to everyone at this moment.

So she moved slowly and lightly, about to penetrate the wall and return to her room.

Just when she was about to hit the wall, a voice she least wanted to hear sounded from behind.

"Helena, why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

Helena's body froze and she could not move, as if someone had cast a petrification spell.

She didn't need to look back, just by hearing the joking tone, she could think of Harry's expression at this moment.

Helena controlled her expression to become indifferent, and then turned around slowly.

Harry was wearing pajamas with SpongeBob SquarePants printed on them. He sat up and leaned on the bed with a hateful smile on his lips. Astoria was like a pendant hanging on his left arm.

"When did he wake up? Then... did he know that I just...?" Helena felt uneasy in her heart.

What reassures her is that she is a ghost, and ghosts don't blush. Otherwise, no matter how good she is at showing off, she may not be able to suppress the flush on her face.

Helena pretended to be confused and said: "I just came back from outside and accidentally entered the wrong room."

"What a dishonest bitch," Harry said.

Helena's heart skipped a beat.

Harry half-smiled and said, "Didn't you go to learn how to cook? Why have you become so lustful? Did you go to Lanruo Temple to study under a teacher? Why don't you help me lure Nie Xiaoqian back?"

Helena was slightly flustered: "I can't understand you."

Harry said: "I have sensed you since you stepped into Hogwarts, including the unforgivable things you did to me. I am fully aware of it. You treat your landlord like this, which disappoints me so much."

Already..."

Helena was so embarrassed that she wanted to commit suicide. She was so embarrassed. Being lectured like this by a boy, it just made her crazy.

"But I don't mind." Harry touched his lips with his index finger and smiled: "The cool touch is very unique. You can try it often in the future."

Helena whimpered, covered her face and ran away through the wall.

Harry's "Haha..." laughter came from behind.

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London, UK.

The lights in the Minister of Magic's office were still on.

Professor Dumbledore adjusted his blue glasses that slid to the bridge of his nose and slowly closed the book in front of him.

"call……"

Professor Dumbledore seemed to have waves raging in his heart that could not calm down for a long time.

The theory here opened a door for him.

"It turns out that such a society can still exist..." Professor Dumbledore sighed.

Although he once had his own plans and ideas to change the magical world, it was only after reading Mao's Selections that he realized how despicable his ideas were.

Even if all his ideas are realized, they will not essentially change the structure of the magical world; they will only treat the symptoms rather than the root cause.

The guidance in the book is like the truth in the universe, lying there, attracting Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Dumbledore stood up and walked to the window. Although he was underground, he could look directly at the deep night sky outside the glass.

Professor Dumbledore's blood boiled all over. The theories in the book collided in his mind, deformed, and transformed into policies implemented among wizards. He had thousands of words in his heart, but he didn't know who to tell them to.

"Gellert...we were both wrong. I found the right direction. If you were here, you would definitely understand how I feel now...Gellert..." Professor Dumbledore murmured to himself.

"A socialist magical world! A magical world where wizards are the masters!"

"We want to take... a socialist path with the characteristics of the British wizarding community!"

Professor Dumbledore said softly in a voice that only he could hear, but in his heart there seemed to be a god issuing a great wish that resounded throughout the universe.

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