The Rebirth of Harry Potter

Whether it was Harry, Hermione, or the other first-years, they were all gradually getting familiar with everything at Hogwarts—the teachers, the subjects, magic, and those damn staircases!

Harry excelled in nearly every class, earning the admiration of his professors and racking up house points for Gryffindor. Except for the Slytherin first-years, students from the other three houses had already begun to see Harry as an idol!

Herbology: Professor Sprout, the short and chubby witch, announced loudly, "Mr. Potter has taken the best care of his Wiggentree sapling! Three points to Gryffindor!"

Charms: Professor Flitwick, his voice full of excitement, declared, "In yesterday's test, Harry Potter correctly wrote out all ten basic spells from memory! Because of the famous Mr. Potter, I have decided to award five points to Gryffindor!"

Every time Professor Flitwick gave points to Gryffindor, it was as if he were bestowing some great honor!

Malfoy grumbled jealously, "Professor, isn't that too much?" He felt like an absolute fool for ever agreeing to that bet with Harry.

It had been almost a month since the school year started, and despite his best efforts, Malfoy had only managed to earn a few points for Slytherin. If not for Harry, he might have been quite proud of himself. But compared to him, Malfoy just wanted to shrink his head into his shell like a turtle!

This was just unfair! Was this guy even human? Harry alone had outperformed every single first-year, and then there was Hermione—only slightly behind Harry but miles ahead of everyone else!

Am I really going to be doomed like this? No way… 555… Mom, I miss you!

(Author's Note: Poor kid…)

As a die-hard Harry Potter fan, Professor Flitwick frowned at Malfoy. "Did I do something wrong?" Then, turning to Malfoy, he added, "For disrupting the class—two points from Slytherin."

Malfoy despaired. Merlin, someone save me!

Astronomy: The professor adjusted his glasses and said, "Last Wednesday, I assigned a star chart project. Mr. Potter's was the most precise! And…" He looked at the students, and for once, a rare smile appeared on his usually expressionless face. "Harry's calculations on his parchment gave me a new insight. After reviewing some books, I wrote a paper based on his findings—and successfully published it in The Daily Prophet!"

The students had no idea how to react. They simply stared at Harry with their mouths wide open, all thinking the same thing:

"I already thought he was amazing… but it turns out he can be even more amazing!"

So, naturally, another ten points to Gryffindor!

History of Magic: This was, without a doubt, the most boring class in all of Hogwarts!

Dull. Lifeless. Completely soulless. Not even Snape's Potions class was this bad.

Every time students entered, they couldn't help but sigh, as if they had suddenly aged several years. Even sunlight seemed to slow down in this room.

More than half the class would always end up slumped over their desks, and even Harry couldn't bring himself to be as energetic as he was in other subjects.

But in this class, Hermione was the undisputed star.

Professor Binns droned on in his usual monotone, merely reading from textbooks. The only one who actually paid attention was Hermione. Every time she had a question, she would immediately stand up and ask. It was like a ripple in still water—her voice was a refreshing relief for students who could barely tolerate the soul-crushing boredom.

In the original story, Hermione was rather arrogant at first—but we all know why. She was a sensitive little girl suddenly thrown into the magical world, using her pride and aloofness as a shield to protect herself!

But now, thanks to Harry constantly being by her side from the very beginning—guiding her—she had never needed to build those defensive walls. Instead, she was cheerful, kind, friendly, and dazzlingly brilliant. With her beautiful features and outstanding performance, she was like a little princess!

Because of this, she became the second most beloved student after Harry!

Defense Against the Dark Arts:

This class was an absolute joke—about as ridiculous as the South China Sea arbitration!

Quirrell stammered through his lessons, constantly flustered and unsure of himself.

And this man was supposed to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Yeah, right—what a joke

Out of all the classes, Quirrell's was the most chaotic—nobody took him seriously. His overwhelming garlic stench had been the subject of student gossip for weeks. The Weasley twins even joked that his scarf was probably stuffed with garlic cloves!

When Harry heard that, he actually broke into a cold sweat for them. Other people dance on the edge of a knife… but you two are dancing on a nuclear warhead!

That's the Dark Lord we're talking about!

Quirrell was weak-willed, which was probably why he was so easily manipulated by Voldemort in the first place.

Transfiguration

As the woman who exuded Conqueror's Haki and the Head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall's presence was no less intimidating than Snape's!

On the first day of class, Harry and Hermione walked into the room together, instantly earning envious and jealous stares—boys envied Harry, girls were jealous of Hermione!

There was a tabby cat perched on the professor's desk. Harry had initially planned to sit at the back with Hermione, but the moment he saw the cat, he changed his mind. He grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her toward the front.

Hermione was confused—they had already agreed to sit in the back.

Just as she was about to ask why, Harry gently shook her arm, so she kept quiet.

Harry walked up to the tabby cat, bowed respectfully, and then sat in the front row with Hermione. The other students had no idea what this meant, but Hermione, being as sharp as she was, connected the dots. Transfiguration class… Professor McGonagall… A theory formed in her mind.

As the students filed in, the professor was still nowhere to be seen. So, as expected, the class quickly descended into chaos—students getting up from their seats, passing notes, chatting loudly…

Meanwhile, the cat sat on the desk, observing everything.

Harry's face twitched. This… this is what it means to have a death wish!

He and Hermione quietly opened their textbooks, playing the roles of the perfect gentleman and lady.

No one noticed when, at some point, a stern-looking woman had appeared at the front of the room.

Then—panic.

Oh no… what the hell did I just do?! I have brought eternal shame to my ancestors!

Professor McGonagall coldly called out the names of those who had misbehaved and started deducting house points mercilessly.

At that moment, the students all had the same thought:

This is a trap—a giant trap! Professor McGonagall is the most devious person at Hogwarts!

"Garsley, passing notes—two points from Gryffindor!"

"Malfoy, talking in class—three points from Slytherin!"

"Marsha, leaving your seat—three points from Ravenclaw!"

…

"Ron, passing notes—fifteen points from Gryffindor!"

The room fell silent. Everyone was shocked. That was way too many points!

The Gryffindor students turned to Ron with burning resentment, as if he had committed an unforgivable crime.

Ron stood up abruptly, stammering, "B-but… we were all passing notes! Why am I getting deducted so much?!"

McGonagall, expressionless, replied, "Because you threw yours at me."

"Pfft—" Hermione burst out laughing but quickly covered her mouth, though her shoulders continued to shake.

After a brief moment of silence, the entire classroom erupted into laughter.

Ron, red-faced, slumped back into his seat.

McGonagall shot Hermione a sharp look, startling her. Then, turning to Harry, her usually stern expression softened slightly, and she said, "Only Mr. Potter recognized my Transfiguration. Twenty points to Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor students breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Thank Merlin we have Harry!

Though Professor McGonagall was strict, that didn't change the fact that all the students loved Transfiguration.

For their first lesson, they were tasked with turning a matchstick into a needle.

Harry failed once, but on his second try, he succeeded—earning more points for Gryffindor.

At this point, the students barely reacted.

Whatever. We're used to it.

"We are but fireflies, how can we hope to outshine the moon?"

A truly tragic tale.

With Harry's quiet guidance, Hermione soon succeeded as well. However, unsatisfied with just keeping up with Harry, she continued practicing a few more times.

Meanwhile, the other students silently cried inside.

"Why wasn't I born a cute girl?! I want personal tutoring from Lord Harry too!"

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Author's Note: Yes, I know McGonagall's specialty isn't actually Transfiguration. No need to tell me!

When she started deducting points, did you laugh? I did! ( ^o^)/

By the way, I was going to talk about Hermione in this chapter, but I'll save it for tomorrow. I think you'll like her even more after reading it!

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