Rebirth of the Harry Potter - Chapter 389

After entering March, the weather became clearer.

But after a heavy rain, the spring breeze on the outside field seemed to have turned into a biting cold wind again, causing the students’ hands and faces to hurt.

Even the owls who delivered the letters were affected, because the strong wind always kept them off the target.

At breakfast on Friday, a large number of owls flew in from outside the auditorium. Half of their feathers were messy. They left things and ran away, apparently afraid of being sent out to deliver letters.

When Zhang Qiu, Hermione, and Astoria left the castle at noon the next day, they saw the silver-white, faint sun shining on the field.

Hermione squinted comfortably. “Today’s weather is the best day since last winter.”

Zhang Qiu said: “When we go to Hogsmeade Village, don’t you really call Harry? Although he has no interest in Hogsmeade.”

“Leave him alone. If you don’t insist on a cold war with him these days, he might get worse and bring you a lot of “sisters”.”

“Ok.”

…

Today is March 14th, a small holiday, White Valentine’s Day. On this day, girls will give boys chocolates as gifts, as a gift for boys to give girls roses or chocolates on Valentine’s Day.

Of course, if there are no boys giving gifts to girls, then girls can also take this opportunity to express their feelings.

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Harry Hut.

Ten o’clock in the morning.

Harry nibbling on the crispy skin of chicken legs with his left hand and a quill in his right hand, writing the letter happily.

What Harry wrote to Dumbledore today was a proposal for a “Witcher ID.”

If Hermione heard the word ID, she would be confused.

Because the British Muggle government does not have an ID card.

Once the UK wanted to promote this thing, but it was strongly opposed by the people: “Why should I prove that I am me! Without this proof, I can’t survive in the UK. This is a question of trust between the government and the people, and it must be the government. solve.”

Harry agreed with it. The ID card gave everyone a number, as if people had become goods.

There are advantages and convenience. Everyone’s lifetime records can be linked to this number.

The disadvantage is that the relationship between the public and the manager is too blunt, and it is actually connected by a number.

Harry believed that a perfect society would not need this thing.

However, it is just right to use it for the magical world that is still behind the Muggle world.

“…The implementation of the’wizard ID card’… It is necessary for every wizard to be popularized. The establishment of an ID card needs to be researched by professionals from the Ministry of Magic. It can be linked with wands, souls, and blood, so that it will never be lost , The purpose of non-copyability. Even the corpse of a wizard can detect his unique ID… This is a good project that benefits the people, once it is realized, the benefits will be incalculable…”

The letter was almost written, Harry sucked his fingers intently and shouted: “Helena, make me a cup of strong milk coffee…”

No one responded after shouting a few times.

Harry then remembered that Helena had suddenly awakened recently, feeling that she had been muddled for a thousand years, even the most basic history was not clear, she was madly replenishing her blank memory in the book light.

Harry had no choice but to do it himself: “Hey, I’m left alone and there is no one who cares about me…”

“Boom…”

The door that had never sounded before suddenly remembered the knock on the door.

You know, anyone who knows the existence of this house can come in directly without knocking at the door.

…

Furong stood nervously in front of the door that appeared suddenly.

Her hands were behind, as if holding something.

She knew this because one day Zhang Qiu told her how to find Harry.

Harry opened the door from the inside and saw Fleur who was unsure about running away.

“It’s you.” Harry said quietly while holding a white porcelain cup, looking at Furong.

There was silence.

Furong said softly, “Will you not invite me in?”

“Oh, come in.” Harry gestured to invite in.

Furong looked at the small but very exquisite house, and said sourly: “Are you here with Zhang Qiu and Hermione?”

“Yes.”

Harry suddenly brightened his eyes, took a box of snacks from Fleur, opened it and tasted it.

Crunch and crisp.

The mouth is unclear: “You…hmm, come on here, what other gifts do you bring.”

“But your chocolate-making craftsmanship matches Hermione’s, I mean they are both terrible.”

Furong felt aggrieved: I haven’t spoken yet when I am ready, why did you eat the chocolate?

Seeing freshly brewed hot milk and a coffee machine on the table, Furong found the reason and said: “Are you going to make milk coffee? I’m good at this. Let me help you.”

Harry let the guests rest a bit, the host didn’t mean to greet the guests, he was spoiled by a few girls at home.

Harry followed Fleur’s words and said, “Okay.”

Then I watched Furong busy.

Harry asked, “Furong, is there anything wrong with you here?”

“I……”

The Furong Silver Teeth is about to be crushed. Isn’t this a question of knowingly? Yesterday’s letter from her mother had made it clear, and Harry must have known it.

She came here with a lot of courage, just to see Harry’s attitude towards it.

But Harry pretended not to understand, which made her as a girl speak.

In a hurry, Furong said suddenly: “I…I want to learn English from you.”

“What?”

As soon as she spoke, Furong felt calm, because she felt that the reason she found in a panic was quite good. Furong said solemnly: “You know, I am a French girl. I want to work in the British Ministry of Magic after graduation. , But my English is not good, and I think your spoken English is very good, so I want you to teach me…”

“It’s a small matter…” Harry readily agreed.

As the two said, Furong brought a cup of hot coffee.

Harry’s palms became cold and the coffee quickly cooled down, so a cup of coffee became a cold outside and still hot inside.

Harry took a sip and said, “It tastes really good.”

“Then I will pour you another glass.”

Fleur poured Harry another glass, but this time, before Harry could hold it firmly, Fleur let go, and the coffee poured on Harry’s robe.

“Harry, are you all right?” Fleur said in a panic.

This is boiling hot water.

She hurried over to help, untied Harry’s clothes, worried that she would continue to burn.

“It’s okay.” Harry waved his hand. “I’ll just change my clothes.”

His body is already very strong, and this level of temperature is similar to cold water for him.

Harry got up and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

After a while, Fleur saw that Harry hadn’t come out yet, so she couldn’t help but walked to the door of Harry’s room and asked: “Harry, are you injured, why haven’t you come out?”

“I’m fine, that’s it.”

But Fleur thought that Harry was just lying to her, and she must have said that because she didn’t want her to blame herself. Perhaps at this time, Harry was dealing with burns in the room.

Thinking of this, Furong, who blamed herself in her heart, opened the door and broke in.

“Um, Harry…you…” Fleur looked at the **** Harry blankly, and couldn’t help thinking: It turns out that Harry’s figure is so good that it has been hidden by the magic robe. Pooh, Furong, what are you thinking about!

“Have you seen enough, Fleur?” Harry was a little embarrassed, and he turned sideways slightly.

When a beautiful girl stares at a naked boy with unblinking eyes, unless the boy’s face is thick enough to be invincible in the world, she will never look indifferent.

And even Harry, there is still a way to go from this state.

“Oh, I’ve seen enough.” Furong turned her head in a panic.

Harry was about to put on his clothes when Fleur turned her head around again.

She said: “You let me Kangkang, are you hurt?”

Fleur was more decisive at this time. She walked directly in front of Harry and looked at Harry’s strong chest earnestly. There was no red mark on it.

As he approached Harry, Fleur’s heart beat a little faster with a strong breath of man.

“Okay.” Harry was a little angry.

He hasn’t seen Furong yet, but he has been taken care of by Furong. Can he not be angry?

“Of course, of course…”

Furong bit her tongue to regain her energy, and she backed away two steps.

“Meow!!!” A cat scream sounded.

Harry’s bed has always been Cutie’s favorite place, because there is a black pebble under the bed. Cutie likes to fiddle with his paws to make it roll on the floor.

This is the nature of the cat, even if she is a magic cat whose wisdom is far superior to that of a Muggle cat, it cannot change this.

Today she was playing under the bed, and the tail flung out of the bed.

Furong, who hadn’t noticed, stepped on it.

When she heard the cute scream, Furong was startled. She lifted her steps abruptly, her body was unstable, and she was about to fall.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Harry drew a handful of Fleur and pulled her to his side.

With this strength, Fleur completely overwhelmed Harry with the weight of her body.

Take him and fall to the big bed aside.

…

“Harry, where are you?” Hermione’s voice suddenly sounded in the corridor: “We’re back.”

Then the figures of the three people appeared at the door, looking into this room.

What they saw was such a picture: Fleur was pressed on Harry, the two of them entangled their legs, Harry was topless, Harry put his hands on Fleur’s full chest, staring “affectionately” at Fleur.

Zhang Qiu’s expression remained unchanged and pushed Astoria secretly looking at the two of them outside the door: “Children don’t look at this.”

Astoria muttered: “I’m going to be fourteen, why do you treat me like a child?”

Hermione said softly, “Harry, what are you doing?”

Harry didn’t panic and was about to say that this was a misunderstanding: “It’s a long story…”

But Furong, with a guilty conscience, reacted strongly and said: “I…we are…learning English~www.mtlnovel.com~Yes, learning English!”

What could Harry say? If he said something different from Furong, wouldn’t it make people feel more like a lie, and they are like this, to be honest, no one believes it.

So he can only go one way to the dark.

Harry vowed: “Yes, I am teaching Fleur to learn English.”

Hermione glanced at Harry’s hand and said weirdly, “You can still learn to bed when you study English?”

Harry said, “This is teaching by example…”

Zhang Qiu said: “I don’t know that this idiom can be understood in this way.”

Harry naturally squeezed his hand twice before removing it, then put on his clothes: “Today’s lesson is almost done, let’s stop here…”

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