REINCARNATED IN Harry Potter

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“Doing what?”

“Getting to all her classes! Not just her even Rene also!” Ron said. “I heard them talking to Professor Vector, that Arithmancy witch, this morning. They were going on about
yesterday’s lesson, but those two can’t’ve been there, because they was with us in Care of Magical Creatures! And Ernie Macmillan told me they're never missed a Muggle Studies class, but half of them are at the same time as
Divination, and they're never missed one of them either!”

Speak of devil, Renevia just come in through the portrait hole and  passing by them without a glance while proceed to her dormitories. Her hands are full with a pile of books. Harry and Ron had their eyes trailed over her every steps until she was out of their sight.

Two seconds later, however, they were interrupted  by Wood.

“Bad news, Harry. I’ve just been to see Professor McGonagall about the
Firebolt. She — er — got a bit shirty with me. Told me I’d got my priorities
wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about
you staying alive. Just because I told her I didn’t care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch first.” Wood shook his head in disbelief.

“Honestly, the way she was yelling at me . . . you’d think I’d said something
terrible. . . . Then I asked her how much longer she was going to keep it. . . .”

He screwed up his face and imitated Professor McGonagall’s severe voice.

“‘As long as necessary, Wood’ . . . I reckon it’s time you ordered a new
broom, Harry. There’s an order form at the back of Which Broomstick . . . you
could get a Nimbus Two Thousand and One, like Malfoy’s got.”

“I’m not buying anything Malfoy thinks is good,” said Harry flatly.

. . .

January faded imperceptibly into February, with no change in the bitterly cold weather. Renevia was dreadful with all the books that Madam Pomfrey gave her. Sometimes she need to to use the time turner secretly from Hermione, just to get an extra time for her to sleep since she often spend most of night time to read all the books. Besides, she had her first attempt to heal an injured frog using the spell that she had been memorized, but unfortunately it was fail. After few try then she finally success and yet it took of effort as she stumbled down on the floor. She get up with the help of Madam Pomfrey.

"You need lot of focus to do it, anyway congrats to your first success...but don't take it lightly, it's still have a long way to complete all your course maybe it will take your time till next year..," said Madam Pomfrey and Renevia noted it.

She was a few minutes late from Harry and Ron, as she stepped inside ,she could saw a huge crowd awed at the Firebolt.

Will you let me have a go?”

“Have you ridden it yet, Harry?”

“Ravenclaw’ll have no chance, they’re all on Cleansweep Sevens!”

“Can I just hold it, Harry?"

Renevia made her way to Hermione that sat down one of the couch in living room.

After ten minutes or so, during which the Firebolt was passed around and
admired from every angle, the crowd dispersed and Harry and Ron had a clear view of Hermione and Renevia, Hermione was doing her work and carefully avoiding their eyes while Renevia almost drift off as soon both of Harry and Ron approached their table and at last, only Hermione looked up.

“I got it back,” said Harry, grinning at her and holding up the Firebolt.

“See, Hermione? There wasn’t anything wrong with it!” said Ron.

“Well — there might have been!” said Hermione. “I mean, at least you know now that it’s safe!”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” said Harry. “I’d better put it upstairs —”

“I’ll take it!” said Ron eagerly. “I’ve got to give Scabbers his rat tonic.” Renevia clicked her tongue upon hearing the ratty name, but her eyes still closed, tried to ease her mind.

Ron took the Firebolt and, holding it as if it were made of glass, carried it away up the boys’staircase.

“Can I sit down, then?” Harry asked Hermione ,and slightly eying  his other friend.

“I suppose so,” said Hermione, moving a great stack of parchment off a chair.

Harry looked around at the cluttered table, at the long Arithmancy essay on
which the ink was still glistening, at the even longer Muggle Studies essay (“Explain Why Muggles Need Electricity”), and at the rune translation
Hermione was now poring over.

“How are you two getting through all this stuff?” Harry asked them

“Oh, well — you know — working hard,” Renevia said instead. Close-up, Harry
saw that they looked almost as tired as Lupin but Hermione looked much worse than her.

“Why don’t both of you just drop a couple of subjects?” Harry asked, watching Hermione lifting books as she searched for her rune dictionary before landed his gaze toward the other girl.

“We couldn’t do that!” said Hermione, looking scandalized. Renevia nodded in agreement.

“Arithmancy looks terrible,” said Harry, picking up a very complicated looking number chart.

Oh no, it’s wonderful!” said Hermione earnestly. “It’s our favorite subject!
It’s —”

At that precise moment, a strangled yell echoed down the boys’staircase. The
whole common room fell silent, staring, petrified, at the entrance. Then came
hurried footsteps, growing louder and louder — and then Ron came leaping
into view, dragging with him a bedsheet.

“LOOK!” he bellowed, striding over to Hermione’s table. “LOOK!” he
yelled, shaking the sheets in her face.

“Ron, what — ?”

“SCABBERS! LOOK! SCABBERS!”

Hermione was leaning away from Ron, looking utterly bewildered. Harry looked down at the sheet Ron was holding. There was something red on it.
Something that looked horribly like —

“BLOOD!” Ron yelled into the stunned silence. “HE’S GONE! AND YOU
KNOW WHAT WAS ON THE FLOOR?”

“N-no,” said Hermione in a trembling voice. Renevia quickly get up from her seat and brought Hermione to embrace.

"RONALD WEASLEY! Could you talk with some common sense?! Where's your proof that Crookshanks had killed him?!," Renevia was full of rage, she completely hate when it come to Peter Pettigrew , the bloody traitor.

Ron wasn't hear her saying and threw something down onto Hermione’s rune translation. Hermione and Harry leaned forward. Lying on top of the weird, spiky shapes were several long, ginger cat hairs.