Harry Potter Reborn

The fourth day of the Easter holiday.

early morning.

Since it was a rainy day, warm lights were lit in the living room.

Hermione sat at her desk and read hard.

She felt that she hadn't studied properly these past few days and had fallen a bit. It was all Harry's fault.

She must not be affected by anything today, Hermione clenched her fists and made a secret decision.

"Hermione, you got up so early." Harry came out of the bedroom and said with a smile.

"If you hadn't dragged me to read some brochures yesterday and delayed me all night, I wouldn't have had to get up so early." Hermione curled her lips.

"Others have to spend time looking at those things anyway. If we look at them together, we can save a lot of time compared to others," Harry said.

"Quia," Hermione said.

But when I think about it this way, I feel much more relaxed. Since everyone wants to see it, it’s not a waste of my time, hehe.

But she still said: "Then after reading so much, have you chosen the job you want to do in the future?"

Harry was silent and shook his head: "No."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "You didn't really mean it, you were just playing for fun. From this point of view, I was wasted my time by you."

"Harry, what's wrong with you..." Before Harry could retort with his usual jokes, Hermione could not help but see Harry's brows furrowed, as if he was very worried.

Harry sighed, walked around behind Hermione, and smiled: "Do you think I am suffering from depression?"

As Harry spoke, he stretched out his arms to hug Hermione's neck, holding her close to him and hugging her to his chest. The fingers of his right hand traced Hermione's beautiful neck, his attitude was extremely intimate, but his eyes were a little distracted.

Hermione rolled her eyes: "I've never seen a depressed person as energetic as you."

Harry smiled softly.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Hermione turned her head and looked at Harry seriously.

"What's wrong with me?"

"I think there's something wrong with your mental state."

"Maybe." Harry said in a leisurely tone, "Others would be excited to discuss those pamphlets and couldn't sleep all night long, because that is the future, but I, haha... I suddenly discovered that I have no idea about the future.

I'm at a loss, what should I do now? What should I do after leaving Hogwarts? I live like this every day, the world is like that over and over again, and it doesn't feel interesting at all."

"But I'm not even twenty yet, so why do I start thinking about such silly philosophical questions as 'Why do people live?'"

"You know, when I first knew that Nico Flamel gave up his life and was willing to face death, I didn't understand what he was thinking. Isn't it good to live?" Harry sighed deeply.

"He used the Philosopher's Stone to live for more than six hundred years. How long can we live? I'm afraid it will be a very long time."

"After I got the Sorcerer's Stone, I didn't give it to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore didn't ask me for it, and he never even mentioned it again. He knew that I had the Sorcerer's Stone, but he didn't care.

This alchemical stone claims to make people immortal."

Harry laughed at himself: "Do you think I'm being pretentious?"

"It's so strange that I suddenly thought about this problem."

"Do I have to be born a squib, my magic power does not increase in three years, I am ridiculed by others, my fiancée breaks off the engagement, or a bone in my body is dug out - not the cavernous body. After experiencing all kinds of eye-rolling ridicule, fighting desperately for decades, I finally became a

The most powerful person in the magic world, and then I feel that life is happy?"

"Do you think I am a bitch? I am too lacking in social beatings."

Hermione held Harry's hand tightly. She had never seen Harry like this before, and he was a little... at a loss.

Hermione frowned and thought, then suddenly smiled: "I probably understand the reason why you are so troubled mentally, and there is a solution, do you believe it?"

Harry came back to his senses, stared at Hermione with his emerald green eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Tell me and listen."

"It's actually very simple." Hermione said without being pretentious, "No matter what happens in the future, now, you just need to find one thing to do and have a goal."

"That's it?" Harry waited for a moment, but didn't wait for the next step, with a puzzled expression.

"Well, you will know if you try it or not." Hermione looked extremely confident.

"But, what goal should I set?" Harry asked with a frown.

Hermione turned her head and looked around, thinking with her eyes, clapped her hands one last time, and said happily: "Yes, Auror."

"Auror?"

"Yes, you should first make [becoming an Auror] your top priority."

"Oh--" Harry was distracted.

"Now, let's discuss how to be an Auror." Hermione said seriously.

Harry nodded slowly.

"If you want to join an Auror, it must be very simple. Minister Dumbledore and Mad-Eye Moody will eagerly agree to it. But we don't do that. We follow the normal route, otherwise it will be meaningless.

"

Hermione showed a calm smile and guided: "So first of all, you need to have the best grades."

"Um."

"As far as I know, Auror recruitment requires at least four N.E.W.Ts certificates, none of which can be lower than 'E', and three with 'O's."

"In addition, you must be prepared to undergo a series of rigorous personality and intelligence tests in the Auror office. An issue of "The Quibbler" I watched not long ago mentioned that no new Aurors have been hired for three consecutive years.

."

"St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic requires professionals to be hired as therapists, while Aurors must be all-rounders and must be involved in all kinds of useful magic."

"For example, Transfiguration, because Aurors often need to change or maintain their appearance in their work. There is also Charms. There are no useless spells, only useless wizards. There is also Potions... Making potions and antidotes is Ao

Professor Snape must be very happy about the necessary knowledge of Auror. This course is a must-pass for you on your way to becoming an Auror." A smirk flashed across Hermione's face.

"Of course, there is also Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is essential. Don't forget that Aurors are always dealing with danger."

Harry opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Hermione reached out and covered his lips.

"I know you want to say that you are very powerful now, but you can become more powerful, can't you? Letting you move towards an Auror does not really make you an Auror. The result is not important, the process is important."

"I understand." Harry blinked and was about to bite Hermione's finger quietly, but she had already retracted her hand.

"I suddenly remembered something else. Aurors have to undergo three years of training to observe whether wizards show good reaction ability when under pressure, as well as indomitable perseverance, unity, and dedication. But, in

Before that, the Ministry of Magic will first review the files of wizards who apply to become Aurors to see their illegal records. If they don't pass, there will be nothing going on."

Harry murmured: "Then should I delete the history in my browser? No, let's shred the hard drive."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry and said coquettishly, "Nonsense."

"It's about the time you were interrogated by the wizard's military court. This is an illegal record."

"But weren't the charges dropped in the end?" Harry said.

"Recordability exists."

"But it doesn't matter. As long as the Minister of Magic has spoken, this kind of strict or lax review will definitely not affect you." Hermione then smiled.

"You really arranged everything for me clearly." Harry squinted his eyes and chuckled, his eyes were very clear, and he no longer looked confused as before.

"According to what you say, it seems that I am going to have a good relationship with the Minister of Magic." Some of Harry's nature began to revive and he said meaningfully.

Hermione was completely unaware of the danger: "Are you still going out of your way to make a relationship? Dumbledore will definitely not embarrass you over such a trivial matter."

"I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about you..." Harry said softly, like a lover's whisper.

Hermione was sitting in the armchair, and Harry was standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders.

At this moment, as soon as he finished speaking, Harry's hands had already nimbly jumped into Hermione's clothes.

Hermione was extremely angry, could she still have a good chat?

But her body, which had already taken the shape of Harry, had no ability to resist the familiar twisting of Harry's familiar palms. Her body immediately collapsed, and her peach-faced chair leaned against Harry's chest.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione turned her head and raised her eyebrows slightly, as if accusing her, but she had no idea how moist her eyes were.

Harry was condescending, his lips pressed against the side of Hermione's face, and he whispered softly: "It will take several years to become an Auror. Maybe you will be the Minister of Magic by then, so I will please you in advance."

"How is it possible... um..." Hermione opened her red lips and gasped slightly. Although her head was a little confused, she immediately refuted the idea that she would become the Minister of Magic.

"How is it impossible?" Harry began to kiss the corners of Hermione's eyes, flushed cheeks, white and plump neck, and white and tender chin.

"Hmm... hum..." Hermione's head was empty and she looked at the ceiling absentmindedly.

"You are an employee of the Ministry of Magic. In one year you became the Chief of Staff of the Editorial Department of the Daily Prophet, in two years you became the Director of the Propaganda Department, and in three years you ascended to the position of Minister. That's it."

Hearing what Harry said was interesting, Hermione couldn't help but smile.

Harry had already kissed Hermione's moist lips, and Hermione's lilac tongue was like holding a crystal clear red bead in her mouth, which was very interesting to tease.

"Hermione, thank you..." Harry teased while looking at Hermione deeply, his words unclear.

Hermione closed her eyes.

Harry picked up Hermione and whispered: "Minister Hermione, I want to please you here..."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, she shook her head slightly and murmured: "No, not here, they are about to wake up..."

Harry didn't give Hermione a chance to resist, and waved his hand, and the magic books and notes on the table, which Hermione regarded as treasures, were blown to the ground by a gust of wind.

Harry gently placed Hermione on the table and unbuttoned their clothes...

"Ugh..." Hermione's snow-white neck stretched out and she sang loudly.

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Creak.

Zhang Qiu opened the door and came out.

Seeing this scene at the desk, she was so stunned that she almost forgot to breathe.

Hermione was lying on her side next to the desk, her white body so dazzling, one of her legs was raised so much by Harry...

She saw the key points clearly.

A clear stream overflowed, flowing down from the corner of the smooth table, along the table legs, and soaking the carpet.

Hermione's eyes met with Zhang Qiu's.

Her face was so red that she could bleed. She groaned and begged in a crying voice: "Quickly... stop, Zhang Qiu..."

When Harry looked up.

Zhang Qiu had rushed back to the bedroom, closed the door tightly, and his heart was beating fast.

Astoria hadn't woken up yet and said confusedly: "Sister Zhang Qiu, why are you back again?"

Zhang Qiu slipped back into bed, hugged Astoria tightly, and said in panic: "It's okay, it's dangerous outside, we are safe under the quilt."

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living room.

Harry never stopped.

Tears flowed from the corners of Hermione's eyes, and she said shyly: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.u.com.cn, I am too embarrassed to see Zhang Qiu, you bastard and bastard, it's all your fault, Zhang Qiu saw me like this..."

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