The Rebirth of Harry Potter

The lesson ended far too quickly—at least, that's how every first-year felt.

When Madam Hooch blew her whistle to call them back, she announced the end of the class and instructed them to leave their broomsticks behind.

Almost in unison, the students let out a sigh.

They weren't done having fun yet!

Seeing the dissatisfied, eager expressions on their faces, Harry got goosebumps all over.

With flying class over, the morning lessons had officially ended.

Students gradually made their way back into the castle, heading toward the Great Hall for a well-earned feast.

Judging by the way they were chatting, it was clear that today's lunchtime conversation would once again revolve around Harry.

Personal heroism—definitely a Western favorite!

During lunch, Hermione asked curiously,

"What did Professor McGonagall say to you after flying class? You looked really deep in thought afterward."

"Was it that obvious?" Harry groaned, slumping over the table.

Hermione nodded vigorously, her hair bouncing as she did.

"Sigh… McGonagall wants me to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"WHAT?!"

Hermione gasped so loudly that her eyes went wide, as if she had just heard the most shocking news ever.

Harry had been stressed out about the whole situation—but the moment he saw Hermione's surprised and adorably flustered expression, his mood actually improved a little.

Hermione, still in shock, stammered,

"But… how is that even possible?! You're a first-year! According to the rules… the rules…"

She was so stunned that she didn't even know how to finish her sentence.

Harry smirked smugly.

"Well, what can I say? I'm just that talented! The school had to make an exception for me."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"In that case, what's there to be upset about? If people find out a first-year got into the Quidditch team, they're going to be so jealous!"

"But I turned it down." Harry said casually.

Hermione froze.

Her lashes fluttered like tiny fans as she processed his words.

"You… you turned it down? I didn't hear that wrong, did I?"

"Nope. You heard me perfectly."

Hermione exploded.

"ARE YOU STUPID?!"

She clenched her bread roll so tightly that it squished completely flat—as if doing so was the only way to vent her frustration!

For a moment, the entire Great Hall fell silent.

Students stared at Hermione, wide-eyed, completely caught off guard by her outburst.

Realizing how loud she had just been, Hermione lowered her head in embarrassment.

A few seconds later, the whispered conversations resumed, and the hall returned to normal.

Hermione glared at Harry, putting all the blame on him.

"Then why do you have that expression on your face?" she demanded.

Suddenly, a realization hit her.

Narrowing her eyes, she looked at Harry in contempt.

"Wait a minute… Don't tell me you're regretting your decision now?"

"No."

Harry sighed.

Seriously? Is that how Hermione sees me?

"I just felt bad for McGonagall, so I told her I'd think about it."

Hermione let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Oh, I see. So basically, you just lied to her, didn't you?"

"Exactly. And now, I have no idea what to do."

"If you don't want to join, just tell her outright!" Hermione snapped, frustrated beyond belief.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Oh, that's easy for you to say."

"Let me ask you a question—if your parents told you they might give you ten thousand pounds next week, would you be happy?"

"Of course I would!" Hermione's eyes lit up, practically glowing gold.

"But… what if the very next day, they told you they weren't giving you any money after all?"

Hermione: "I…"

"Now do you understand my dilemma?"

After saying that, Harry felt surprisingly relieved—as if a weight had been lifted from his chest.

Merlin was right—sharing negative emotions makes them easier to bear!

Hermione was equally conflicted.

In the end, she gritted her teeth and said,

"You brought this on yourself."

And that was the final word on the matter.

After lunch, Harry took a deep breath and turned to Hermione.

"The thing I asked Hagrid to make should be ready by now. Let's go check it out."

As they walked through the Great Hall, just as expected, Harry overheard countless conversations about his heroic feat during flying class.

If something like this had happened in China, people probably would have accused him of breaking school rules, showing off, and acting recklessly—his bravery would have been the last thing anyone mentioned.

Once they stepped out of the castle, the vast green fields stretched before them, instantly lifting their spirits.

Before they could even knock, Hagrid's dog, Fang, had already started barking loudly.

"Oh, calm down, Fang! Let's see who it is," Hagrid's booming voice could be heard from a distance.

The moment the door opened, Hagrid beamed and wrapped Harry in a big bear hug.

"Haha! Welcome, Harry! I could've sworn I smelled pie!"

Merlin's beard… Hagrid's nose is sharper than Fang's!

At lunchtime, Harry had set aside ten pies for Hagrid.

But honestly, he figured that was barely enough to fill the gaps in Hagrid's teeth.

Handing over the bag, Harry said,

"There are a few different flavors. I wasn't sure which ones you'd like, so I got a mix."

Hagrid ripped the bag open with zero hesitation, grabbed a pie, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Through a mouthful of food, he mumbled,

"Mmph! Absolutely delicious—way better than my own cooking!"

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he swallowed and said,

"Oh, right! You came to pick up that—uh… chess set, right? I just finished it—have a look and see if it's good enough."

Hagrid crouched down, reaching under his bed.

He pulled out a large wooden box—square in shape, about half the size of a table, but only about two fingers high.

Setting it on the table, Hagrid lifted the lid, revealing the chessboard inside.

Luo Bei:

So, today I wrote that Hogwarts students have two classes in the morning and two in the afternoon.

Not sure if that's accurate…

I checked, and it seems like the original books never actually specify the exact class schedule.

So I based it on real-life British schools.

Apparently, in the UK, students never have more than five classes per day…

And suddenly, I feel so bitter.

Back in school, we had eight classes per day, plus two hours of morning study, three evening self-study periods, and even extra tutoring at noon.

Absolutely exhausting.

Also, it seems like Potions class is held three times a week.

So, that works out to about four classes per day on average.

Feeling jealous, anyone?

But I have a question…

What exactly do students do on Sundays at Hogwarts?

I couldn't find an answer in the original books.

Do they have study sessions? Go to the library? Lounge around in their common rooms?

If anyone knows, please tell me!

Spells Mentioned in the Fourth Book (Part 2):Reviving Charm: Enervate – Used by Mr. Diggory, DumbledorePrior Incantato (Echo Spell) – Used by Mr. DiggoryEvanesco (Vanishing Spell) – Used by Mr. DiggoryRepairing Charm: Reparo – Used by HermioneImperius Curse: Imperio – Used by Barty Crouch Jr., VoldemortCruciatus Curse: Crucio – Used by Barty Crouch Jr., Krum, VoldemortEngorgement Charm – Used by Barty Crouch Jr.Shrinking Charm – Used by Barty Crouch Jr.Avada Kedavra: Killing Curse – Used by Barty Crouch Jr., Wormtail, VoldemortUnknown Fire Hex – Used by HarryTooth-Growth Hex: Densaugeo – Used by MalfoyOrchid Conjuring Spell – Used by OllivanderBird-Conjuring Spell – Used by OllivanderSevering Charm: Diffindo – Used by HarryBanishing Charm – Used by Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, etc.Weakening Charm – Used by HarryImpediment Jinx: Impedimenta – Used by HarryBlasting Curse: Reducto – Used by HarryFour-Point Spell: Point Me – Used by HarryShield Charm: ProtegoPatronus Charm: Expecto Patronum – Used by HarryBoggart-Banishing Spell: Riddikulus – Used by HarryDisarming Charm: Expelliarmus – Used by HarryBinding Charm – Used by HermioneHair-Growth Hex – Used by HarryLeg-Locker Curse – Used by George Weasley

30 new spells in total.