Harry Potter Reborn

"I'm full!"

Early the next morning, when Helena asked Hermione kindly what she had for breakfast, Hermione blushed, glared at Harry, yelled angrily, slammed the door and walked away angrily.

"Eh?" Helena raised her hands in confusion.

At the dinner table, she was still wondering: "Where did Hermione eat?"

Astoria and Zhang Qiu looked at Zuo Yan with red clouds appearing on their faces at the same time.

Harry took a big gulp of yam porridge and said innocently: "Don't look at me, I don't know either."

Then he arranged for Helena: "Remember to buy some wolfberry, I want to soak it and drink it. It's not interesting, I just want to drink it."

Helena nodded obediently: "Okay."

Harry frowned.

Helena weakly added: "...Master."

"Um."

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White light shines through the gray clouds, the snow turns into slush, and the ice in the lake makes a crackling sound, breaking into pieces on a windy day.

The time came to the end of February 1996.

One evening, Helena took a piece of parchment and walked across the marble stairs to the notice board outside the foyer.

I declined the offer of help from a boy who I thought looked like a human being.

His companion pulled the boy aside and muttered: "You are really ready to have an interracial love affair with a ghost."

"Everyone who understands understands. No matter how much I talk about what I don't understand, I won't understand."

"I understand you, you hammer, speak human language."

…

When Helena heard these words, she shook her head silently and sighed in her heart: Are all young wizards like this now?

She picked up a small hammer, "ding ding ding", and nailed the parchment to the notice board with iron nails.

She looked at the notice on the parchment and thought to herself: This shouldn't have any impact on Harry...

Before long, many students gathered around the notice board.

"What's the announcement again?"

"Well, are you going to Hogsmeade again next month?"

"It just so happens that the Honeydukes candies I bought before school started are almost gone, so it's time to stock up on snacks."

Suddenly someone calculated the time and said in surprise: "Oh, that day happens to be Valentine's Day."

The eyes of the students who were in a relationship immediately flickered, and they were already thinking about taking the opportunity to invite each other out that day to cultivate their relationship.

Malfoy and Pansy in the crowd looked at each other and chuckled, and the surroundings were suddenly filled with a sour...no, sweet taste.

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One day, Harry passed by a corridor.

Only a girl's scream was heard coming from the abandoned passage on one side.

Then: "No, please help me."

"?, Who is so good at role-playing? There's no way it's a real person..." Harry was thinking about whether to go and take a look.

A white shadow suddenly jumped out of the wall and crashed into Harry's arms.

The girl in her arms raised her head, her face pale and her eyes filled with fear.

I saw that she was wearing a pair of round glasses, her long, straight hair was tied into twin tails, and her eyes were full of tears, which kept flowing down and then evaporated.

"Hahahaha...wu...wuwu..." Three figures ran out of the bathroom, laughing strangely and imitating strange beast sounds.

The picture is a bit scary.

Because these three people in school uniforms and robes are shockingly headless.

No wonder Myrtle was so frightened.

Seeing another person appear, the three of them continued to come over like zombies with their claws and teeth bared.

Harry tilted his head: "???"

Seeing that Harry was not frightened by them at all, the three headless bodies howled a few more times, then stopped awkwardly and turned their bodies sideways.

If they had heads, the scene would probably be like you looking at me and me looking at you, looking at each other in confusion.

"What?" Harry raised his hand and moved his fingers.

The heads of three headless figures suddenly popped out, their hair messy.

Judging from their young faces, they are either first graders or second graders.

Three pointed hats decorated with pink feathers appeared in Harry's hand.

"It's an invisibility spell, but it's quite clever to expand the invisibility area beyond the enchanted object... Unfortunately, this magical effect can only last for a few minutes at most..." Harry instantly identified the short-term invisibility spell.

Functional construction of the magic hat.

"Give us our hats," one of the little boys summoned up the courage to shout.

They have recognized that this is the rumored Harry Potter. Although they have never been in contact with him, various information they have received from around them tells them that it is best to stay away from Harry.

"Where did this come from?" Harry asked.

Of course he doesn't need this thing, but he thinks the design of this hat is a bit advanced. Maybe he can find the maker and let him keep company with George and Fred.

The boy who just spoke said with some fear: "This is the latest product of Fred and George's Joke Shop. We purchased it through the Rookie Zhuanzhuan Station."

I didn't expect that they still have time to study such gadgets.

A wisp of black flame burst out from his hand, burning all three hats to ashes.

The three mischievous little wizards immediately had trembling lips and red eyes, wanting to say something, but looking at Harry's "cold" expression, they turned around and ran away in fright.

While crying loudly, he also sobbed: "I...my two galleons..."

Cry like a peach.

Harry pouted. If it had been before, he would have turned them into mice, squirrels and hamsters, and then kicked them out of the castle.

"Get out of here." Harry held Myrtle's ears and lifted her away from him. "Can you show off the aura of a ghost? It's so embarrassing to be scared by a few little brats and run around."

"I'm just a female ghost who needs protection," Myrtle said with a shy look, blinking her eyes: "Thank you for helping me drive them away. If you want, I can use my body..."

"Don't." Harry interrupted Myrtle, "You should work for me in the next life."

"Hey..." Myrtle covered her face with her hands, "I've been disliked again."

"What does 'again' mean?"

Myrtle's tears immediately stopped. She clasped her fingers seriously and said, "You are the one hundred and thirty-eighth person to whom I confessed my love and then rejected me."

There is really no cure for neurosis.

Harry asked a question: "The reason why ghosts exist in the world is because they have a strong obsession and don't want to disappear. So what's your reason?"

Myrtle said with regret: "When I died, I had not been in love."

She is actually a pervert, a psychopath, and a female ghost.

"I will always keep half of my toilet bowl for you," Myrtle said lovingly at the end.

A declaration of true love.

"Sorry, I'm not that kind of person." Harry decisively escaped.

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"Well, use a stronger hand...yes, that's it..."

Harry was enjoying Helena's massage service with peace of mind.

Really just a massage.

Helena put her palms on Harry's shoulders, sometimes gently, sometimes hard, which made people feel comfortable as if their souls were about to float out. It seemed that she had mastered the essence of massage.

Harry leaned on the sofa, pinched a grape from the fruit plate, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, and hummed: "Helena, beat your legs."

"Yes." Helena said softly.

Hermione, who was sitting at the desk nearby, shook her head helplessly.

Helena walked around, sat next to the sofa, and started working hard.

By the time she hit Harry's thigh, her head was almost touching Harry's arms.

Her body trembled, and the work on her hands suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, Helena?" Harry opened his eyes in confusion.

Helena's face turned pale...it was impossible to be white, she was just a ghost.

Her face looked lost, sad, and in a daze.

"I thought it would be fine as long as I did well enough, but why...is there something about me that dissatisfied you?" Helena murmured.

Harry sat up straight, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Helena's shaking eyes: "What's wrong with you? Why has it become so inexplicable all of a sudden?"

Helena focused her eyes on Harry's face and said lonely: "You smell like another female ghost... But, it was obviously me who came first..."

"Helena, what did you say?" A faint voice sounded behind Harry.

Hermione stood behind Harry, her expression... slightly unpleasant.

Who knows how much "energy" Harry spent trying to appease the jealous Hermione.

Harry immediately jumped up and shouted in defense: "I didn't, I'm not, don't accuse me wrongly."

"I definitely won't feel wrong." Helena put her head against Harry's chest, sniffed it gently, and said with disappointment: "That is a very young soul. It seems that my age of more than a thousand years has finally been used by someone.

I feel disgusted, hey, don’t worry, I will leave of my own accord.”

Harry: "..."

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