Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 424

It was another ordinary morning.

"Master... mine... don't... uh... don't..." a soft voice pleaded bitterly.

Someone chuckled, jokingly: "What do you want?"

"Master... please don't do this, ah... so uncomfortable... forgive me..."

"Do you really want it... Then I won't give it to you."

"No...no, I want it, please give it to me, Master." The woman's voice intermittently said.

"Do you want it or not? Can you make it clear, or I will be very troubled."

"Um~~ I want...no, don't continue...it's so uncomfortable, it hurts, Master, please be lighter..."

This is what is happening in Harry's cottage.

Helena's transparent body collapsed on the sofa in the living room, and couldn't help but twitch again, her eyes pleadingly looked at a teenager not far away.

Harry stood aside with a smile, holding a ball of transparent substance in his hand, squeezing it from time to time: "It's really funny, it turns out that Helena's soul can be separated."

The cause of this incident was that Harry got up in the morning and saw Helena preparing breakfast.

I accidentally saw a hairpin worn by Helena's hair swaying slightly.

Harry couldn't help wondering if he could take it off.

So he started, and he didn't expect that the hairpin was not one with Helena, and it easily fell into Harry's hands.

The sudden loss of a part of the soul changed Helena's expression drastically.

Harry discovered that although the accessory in his hand was small, it was inextricably linked to Helena as a whole. He touched the hairpin as if he had touched Helena's whole body, making her hurt and sore like an electric shock. Linna couldn't even resist, and could only let Harry knead her clone.

Then it happened that Harry insulted Helena, and Helena begged Harry to return the lump of soul to her.

Harry smiled slightly when he saw Helena's pitiful(?_?) look, and threw the soul fragment in his hand to her.

The soul fragments directly merged into Helena's body, and another hairpin appeared on top of her head.

Helena hurriedly got up and ran into the kitchen, tearfully dropping a sentence: "The master will abuse me."

Harry smiled faintly, and Helena called herself master, but it became more and more natural.

During breakfast, Hermione asked, "Harry, did you bully Helena in the morning? My alarm clock hasn't gone off yet, as if you heard Helena's cry."

Helena wore a maid's skirt and waved her hand quickly: "Lord...no, Harry didn't bully me."

Harry said: "Why, Helena is so bullying, how can I be willing to bully her."

Hermione: "..."

Helena whimpered pitifully.

"Ahem..." Zhang Qiu smiled and said, "Helena, today is your magic history class. How are you preparing?"

Speaking of this, Helena is very energetic.

She began to talk endlessly about what books she had read, what kind of class style, how to interact with students, ask questions, and went to Muggle University to see how some history professors taught...

The breakfast passed in this conversation.

The first class in the morning is Professor Flitwick's spell class.

Everyone is a little absent-minded and eagerly waiting.

It's not just Harry's spell class. At this moment, people in other grades who are taking other classes, as well as students who didn't have classes in the first two mornings, are looking forward to it.

The public class that the whole school takes together, the first to seventh grades sit together, that would be so interesting. There is also the ghost lady Gray, what is the difference between her magic history class and Professor Bins's magic history class?

But even if her courses are as boring as Professor Bins, it doesn't matter, who makes Ms. Gray beautiful.

Seeing that elegant face is more pleasing to the eye than Professor Bins.

(Professor Bins: MMP)

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Helena calmed down in a room. She was holding a thick history book and her own lesson plans. The lesson plans were densely written with Helena's detailed plan, and even the extracurricular topics that were interspersed in the class were recorded. It is too cautious and subtle.

With her heart beating wildly, Helena stroked her chest with one hand, and suddenly remembered, oh, I have no heartbeat. But tension does exist.

Feeling that the time was almost up, Helena walked towards the auditorium.

The appearance of the auditorium has changed a lot because of the history of magic.

The four long tables were gone, replaced by fan-shaped seats, and the teacher's seat in the front of the auditorium was laid across by an exceptionally large blackboard.

The classmates came in one after another, because there was no organization, everyone just sat down at will, unlike other courses where all the students from each college sat together.

This created opportunities for many wizards and wizards of different levels to get to know each other and fall in love.

Seeing a first-year freshman looking at the students walking around with a novel look, a fourth-year student couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder.

"What's wrong, senior?" The little boy was startled, thinking that he had been sitting next to him without permission and annoyed him. He was considering whether to hurry up and leave here with his little friend who had just known him for two days.

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The fourth grade boy said earnestly: "I am really jealous of your students who just came this year."

"Well, why?" The little boy felt that the senior who spoke to him was not malicious, so he boldly asked curiously.

The fourth grade boy seemed to recall the sad thing, and said sadly: "Before you came, the history of magic was regarded as the most boring course designed by the wizarding world. I had endured it for three years. ."

"Three years, do you know how I spent those three years! I played wizard chess with my friends in the last row in every magic history class."

The first grade Xiao Mengxin: ???

The words of the fourth-grade boys resonated with the wizards around, and they couldn't help but complain.

The seventh graders in the front row who are at least 1.8 meters tall and will graduate next year turned their heads and said, "What is your only three years, but I am three years and three years..."

"Professor Bins, he whispered and panted as he talked, and he slowed his tone. Anyone who listens to him will definitely be drowsy within ten minutes. This is not magic, this is the will of the world..."

"If the weather is hot, two minutes will be enough..."

"I heard that in the psychiatric department of St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, hypnotic magic is not effective for some mental patients, but I don't know who proposed to record the voice of Professor Bins's lecture to the mental patient. The effect is surprising."

"He was in class, and I never had any memory of a class, because he would only read books according to the book, and then I started to froze. Oh, except in the second grade, Hermione Granger interrupted his lecture and asked him to talk. Let's take a look at the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, that is the only time I remember what Professor Bins said."

With this first-year freshman as the center, a vigorous spit meeting began.

The little boy looked at the senior elder sister whom he admired with a dazed expression, and spoke out all the wrong things about Professor Bins.

I can't help sighing: That old ghost has become a legend.

Helena floated across the wall, across the blackboard, and stood to the front.

The noise in the auditorium slowly faded.

Nine hundred eyes turned to Helena, Helena had never experienced this battle.

She has always liked to sit quietly in the library and read books by herself, never interacting with people. In terms of communicating with people, she is no different from a little girl.

Although she was mentally prepared, but so many people looked directly at her, she was still nervous.

Helena couldn't help but look down at the floor. At this look, she saw a young boy sitting in the first row. He was looking at her with a gentle smile.

Helena suddenly had courage.

She calmly put the textbook on the table, took out the wand Harry bought for her, and clicked on the blackboard.

Four words appeared on the blackboard: A brief history of magic.

Helena looked at the students below with a smile, and with the help of the "sounding curse", her voice made everyone hear clearly.

"Because everyone's progress in the course of magic history is very different, so my first class is to sort out the development from the earliest historically documented history to the modern world of magic."

"The most clear record of the existence of wizards and magic began from 3000 BC to 1000 BC. Magic appeared in people's society. Wizards who could use magic were in awe of people. Ancient Egyptian wizards cast curses on tombs... …"

Helena talked about the history of the wizard, her sweet voice was like a spring breeze blowing on everyone's hearts, and everyone was immersed in the story told by Helena.

"Brother, there is a cat. (^???^ Astoria said suddenly, pointing to a tabby cat jumping on their table.

That piebald cat is very special, the hair on the edge of its eyes is two brown circles, as if wearing a pair of reading glasses.

It was squatting on the table, looking at Helena seriously, as if it could understand it.

Before Harry could speak, he got used to the cute Astoria and brought the piebald cat card (qia) over. He stroked the back of the piebald cat and said with a smile: "My cat is good..."

Harry, Hermione and Zhang Qiu have this expression:

Of course they knew that this was Principal McGonagall's Animagus. She appeared in this image when they took the first transformation class, which immediately attracted all students' love for transformation magic.

Why didn't Astoria know him? Did Professor McGonagall change his policy for the fourth grade?

Professor McGonagall didn't break free, so he squatted on Astoria's lap and looked forward.

Helena is the person she chose. Professor Bins did not teach well at first. Now that she has changed to a new professor, it is a required course in the whole school that she has never had before. She naturally wants to see how the actual lectures are effective.

Helena's time allocation was just right. At about twelve o'clock, she talked about Dumbledore becoming Minister of Magic, vigorously reforming the Ministry, and Voldemort being killed.

Helena stopped, quietly put away the parchment lesson plan that had just been unfolded, and put it in the book.

Many people said blankly: "Why don't you talk about it?"

"I haven't heard enough. There are so many interesting stories in the history of magic."

"I'll wipe it, look at the time, the two classes are about to end."

"I suddenly felt a stomach of ink in my stomach, UU reading www.uukanshu.com really listened to what the king said, saving me ten years of books, my niece let me tell her stories, I don't have to worry about no more stories to tell. ."

"Ms. Gray is really amazing. If I meet her in the first grade, I will definitely aspire to become a historian."

Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of praise: "Very good."

Then he jumped to the ground and slipped out through the crack in the hall door.

Astoria was surprised and said, "Brother, that cat can also talk."

Harry rubbed Astoria's head and smiled: "Of course, that's what Headmaster McGonagall has become."

Astoria was entangled in every way.

Helena on the podium spoke again.

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