Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 454

"I am full!"

Early the next morning, when Helena kindly asked Hermione what to eat for breakfast, Hermione blushed, stared at Harry, yelled, and slammed the door away angrily.

"Huh?" Helena raised her hands blankly.

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

Astoria and Zhang Qiu, Gu Zuoyan, red clouds appeared on their faces at the same time.

Harry sipped the yam porridge and said innocently, "Don't look at me, I don't know."

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

Helena nodded obediently: "Okay."

Harry frowned.

Helena made up weakly: "...Master."

"Ok."

The gray clouds showed white light, the snow melted into snow water, and the ice layer in the lake made a creaking sound, and it shattered in a certain windy weather.

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 hall.

He declined the intention of a boy who thought he looked like a dog to help.

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

"I understand everything, if I don't understand, I don't understand anymore."

"Understand you a hammer, talk human."

Helena heard these words and shook her head silently, sighing in her heart: Are all the 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 will have no effect on Harry... it shouldn't have any effect...

Before long, many students were surrounded by the notice fence.

"What's the notice again?"

"Well, going to Hogsmeade again next month?"

"It just so happens that the candy of Duke Honey I bought before the start of school is almost done, and it's time to buy a billion snacks."

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

The students with a couple immediately blinked, and they were already thinking about taking the opportunity to invite each other out that day to cultivate their feelings.

Malfoy and Pansy in the crowd looked at each other, chuckled, and suddenly there was a kind of sour...no, sweet.

One day, Harry passed through a corridor.

I only heard the girl screaming from the deserted passage on one side.

Then it was: "No, help."

"?, who knows how to play like this? Role-playing...it can't always be a real person..." Harry was thinking about seeing it.

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

The girl in her arms raised her head, her face was pale, her eyes were full of horror.

She was wearing a pair of round glasses, her long, straight hair tied into a ponytail, tears in her eyes kept flowing down, and then evaporated.

"Hahahaha...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The picture is a little frightening.

Because these three people in school uniforms and robes have no heads.

No wonder Myrtle was so scared.

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

Harry tilted his head: "???"

Seeing that Harry wasn't scared by them at all, the three headless bodies screamed again, then stopped awkwardly and turned sideways.

If they have a head, the picture is probably you look at me, I look at you, looking at each other.

"What is it?" Harry raised his hand and moved his finger.

The heads of three headless figures popped out, their hair messed up.

Looking at their immature faces, they are either first-year or second-year students.

And three pointed hats with pink feathers appeared in Harry's hand.

"A kind of invisibility spell, but it is quite clever to expand the invisibility area beyond the enchanted object...Unfortunately, this magic effect can only last for a few minutes at most..." Harry instantly recognized that this one had a short-term invisibility. The structure of the functional magic hat.

"Return the hat to us." One of the little boys mustered up the courage to shout.

They have recognized that this is Harry Potter in the rumor. Although they have never contacted him, all kinds of information received from around 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 stuff, but he thinks the design of this hat is a bit level, maybe a producer can be found and let him go to accompany George and Fred.

The boy who spoke just now said with some fear: "This is the latest product of Fred and George's joke shop. We bought it through Cainiao Zhuanzhuan Station."

Unexpectedly, they still had time to study such gadgets.

A wisp of black flame came out of his hand, leaving no ashes left on the three hats.

The three mischievous little wizards immediately trembled, their eyes flushed, trying to say something, but seeing Harry's "cold" expression, they turned and ran away in fright.

While crying loudly, he still sobbed: "I...my two gallons..."

Cry a peach.

Harry curled his lips. If he had placed them before, he would have turned them into little mice, little squirrels, little hamsters, and kicked them out of the castle.

"Get up." Harry lifted Myrtle's ears, and lifted her away from him, "Can you show off as a ghost? It's really embarrassing to be scared to run around by a few kids."

"I'm just a female ghost who needs protection," Myrtle blinked her eyes shyly, "Thank you for helping me drive them away. If you want to, I can do it myself..."

"Don't." Harry interrupted Myrtle. "You'd better be a cow and a horse for me in your next life."

"Hey..." Myrtle covered her face with her hands, "I was despised again."

"What does 'again' mean?"

Myrtle's tears stopped immediately. She sternly broke her fingers and said: "You are the 138th person who was confessed by me and 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 are you doing?

Myrtle said with regret: "When I died, I hadn't been in love yet."

Turns out to be a lust, neurotic, and female ghost.

"My toilet will always be half for you." Myrtle said affectionately at last.

A declaration of true love.

"Sorry, I'm not such a person." Harry pulled away decisively and fled.

"Well, heavier hand strength...Yes, that's it..."

Harry was peacefully enjoying Helena's massage service.

It's really just a massage.

Helena's palm rested on Harry's shoulders, sometimes softly and sometimes hard, making people comfortable as if the soul was about to float out. It seemed that she had mastered the essence of massage.

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

"Yes." Helena said softly.

Hermione at the desk beside her shook her head helplessly.

Helena took a circle, sat on the sofa, and began to work hard.

When she hammered Harry's thigh, her head was almost touching Harry's arms.

I saw her body trembled, and the effort on her hands suddenly stopped.

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

Helena's face was terrible...white is impossible, she is just a ghost.

Her face was desperate, sad, and trance.

"I thought it would be fine as long as I did well enough, but why...Is it my dissatisfaction?" Helena murmured.

Harry sat upright, stretched out his hands and shook Helena's swaying eyes, "What's the matter with you? Why do you suddenly become inexplicable~www.mtlnovel.com~ Helena's eyes focused on Harry's face, lonely. Said: "You have the smell of other female ghosts... But, obviously I came first..."

"Helena, what are you talking about?" A faint voice sounded behind Harry.

Hermione stood behind Harry, her expression...a little unpleasant.

Who knows how much "energy" Harry had spent to appease Hermione's jealous jar.

Harry immediately jumped up and shouted in defense: "I don't, I am not, don't wrong me."

"I will never feel wrong." Helena pressed to Harry's chest, smelled it lightly, and said lostly: "That is a very young soul. Dislike it, alas, don't worry, I will leave consciously."