The Rebirth of Harry Potter

Under the awed gazes of their peers, Harry and Hermione pushed open the doors of the Great Hall and stepped outside.

As they walked through the corridor, Harry remarked, "You really take your responsibilities seriously."

Hermione sighed, "I was just worried their fight would cost Gryffindor a lot of points. If each of them lost fifty points, all your hard work would've been for nothing."

"Huh?" Harry blinked, surprised that her main reason for intervening had been him. Chuckling, he said, "Didn't expect to have so much influence. I thought you just couldn't stand them tarnishing Gryffindor's honor."

"Who says I'm trying to be the perfect student?" Hermione snapped.

"Isn't that exactly what you are?" Harry countered.

Hermione opened her mouth to argue—but then paused.

Damn it… I can't refute that.

Harry tilted his head back and sighed dramatically. "You really are an amazing girl."

"W-what nonsense are you spouting?!" Hermione suddenly shouted, her face turning red.

Harry grinned at her but said nothing.

Inside, he thought to himself, Hermione really is a perfect girl. She's brave, passionate, and kind, but she also possesses traits from all the other Houses.

She has Ravenclaw's intelligence and thirst for knowledge—her greatest strength.

She has Hufflepuff's diligence and loyalty—when even Ron couldn't bear it anymore, Hermione stayed by Harry's side.

She's also cunning and resourceful, which is a trademark of Slytherin.

A girl like her is a rare gem. If you meet one, you'd better chase after her! Even if she still has that adorable, chubby-cheeked face!

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Two days later…

Between their exciting and intense studies, time flew by.

Recently, the professors at Hogwarts had noticed something strange.

Almost every first-year student had suddenly become incredibly diligent in their classes. No matter the subject, they were all studying with newfound seriousness.

The teachers were curious—just what had happened?

Almost all of them were pleased with this change.

Except for Snape.

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Potions Class

Snape had always taken pleasure in scolding Gryffindors and deducting their house points.

Watching them tremble like frightened little lambs brought him a joy comparable to drinking a barrel of ice-cold beer in the middle of summer.

But unfortunately, since the start of term, his carefully crafted '100 Ways to Crush the Golden Boy, the Savior of the Wizarding World' had been utterly useless!

Every time he tried to put Harry on the spot, the boy would smile calmly and give a perfect answer.

And every time Snape saw that damn smile, he wanted to pull out his wand and knock him unconscious!

With his main target out of reach, Snape had to settle for tormenting the other Gryffindors.

But even that comfort had now been taken away.

Over the past two days, Snape had noticed something alarming—Gryffindor students were suddenly serious about Potions.

Aside from Neville, who was a hopeless case, the other students were actually putting in effort.

Snape could clearly sense their improved attitude.

And that, he simply could not tolerate.

But what could he do?

——

Visiting Hagrid

After their morning classes, Harry and Hermione set off to visit Hagrid.

Leaving the castle, they walked across the fields.

Hagrid lived in a wooden hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Outside his door sat a stone bow and a pair of massive rubber boots.

As Harry knocked, they heard a scuffle from inside, followed by a few deep dog barks.

"Hagrid, it's me—Harry."

"Oh! Jus' a sec, comin'!"

The door swung open, revealing Hagrid's massive frame.

His thick, bushy beard made him look like a wild man, but his face lit up with joy when he saw Harry.

"Hagrid, this is my friend, Hermione Granger. We met at school," Harry introduced.

"Welcome! I was worried Harry wouldn't make any friends at all," Hagrid said with a grin.

Hermione glanced at Harry before responding, "Oh, you couldn't be more wrong. Everyone at Hogwarts knows about the famous Harry Potter. They all want to be his friend."

Hagrid led them inside, still struggling to hold onto the collar of his massive black hunting dog.

His hut was a single-room cabin—ham and pheasants hung from the ceiling, a copper kettle bubbled over the fireplace, and a large bed with patchwork blankets was pushed into the corner.

Hermione didn't seem the least bit bothered by the cramped space. Instead, she curiously examined the odd creatures Hagrid kept as pets.

Meanwhile, Hagrid pulled the kettle off the fire, poured them both steaming cups of water, and set out a plate of rock-hard biscuits.

Harry picked one up, gave it a brief glance… and quietly set it back down.

Hermione noticed and immediately shot him a glare.

"How could you?!" she whispered, scolding him for being impolite.

Harry shrugged. "I'm just using my brain."

"Well, if you won't eat it, I will!" Hermione huffed, displeased with Harry's rudeness.

To make her point, she snatched up the biggest one.

Harry opened his mouth, about to warn her, but then smirked and said nothing.

In the books, Harry and Ron nearly broke their teeth trying to eat these. They still had to pretend they were delicious. I wonder how Hermione will react…

CRACK.

Hermione bit down.

Harry watched as her entire face twisted like a wrinkled dumpling.

She cupped her small hands over her mouth—whether to stop the biscuit from crumbling onto the floor or to ease the pain in her poor teeth, he wasn't sure.

"So? Tasty, isn't it?" Hagrid asked expectantly.

Hermione froze.

How… am I supposed to answer that?

She finally lowered her head, her thick brown hair falling forward to hide her face.

"…It's… d-delicious," she mumbled.

Her eyes stung.

Her teeth ached.

This isn't a biscuit—this is a literal ROCK!

——

Harry ruffled Hermione's hair and turned to Hagrid.

"Hagrid, you do realize we're not built like you? We can't even chew these."

Hagrid looked guilty. "Ah, sorry—I love 'em, so I figured ye might too. Forgot yer teeth ain't like mine… Next time, I'll make somethin' you'll like."

Hermione, eyes brimming with tears, looked up at Harry pitifully.

Harry sighed. "Alright, that's enough. Any more and your teeth might actually fall out."

He gently took the biscuit from her hand.

Hermione looked at him gratefully.

——

Hagrid had mainly invited Harry over to check on how he was doing at school and to see if he had any trouble adjusting.

Hermione took the chance to complain, "Professor Snape seems to really hate Harry. He's always picking on him!"

Hagrid's gaze shifted awkwardly. "Ah, c'mon now… He's just bein' a bit strict, that's all."

Harry, of course, saw right through the excuse.

Yeah, right…

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Author's Note:

Here's the second batch of spells from Harry Potter!

More Useful Spells:Reparo (Mending Charm) – Restores broken or damaged objects to their original state. (Opposite of Diffindo.)Locomotor Trunk – Makes a trunk move on its own.Wingardium Leviosa – The Levitation Charm—sometimes handy for trolls.Avis – Conjures a flock of birds (used to test Viktor Krum's wand).Orchideous – Conjures a bouquet of flowers (used to test Fleur Delacour's wand).Portus – Turns an object into a Portkey.Ferula – Creates bandages to wrap around wounds.Anapneo – Clears a choking person's airway. (Yes, even if they choke on a turkey leg… what a weird spell!)