Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Madam Hooch took Neville and helped him walk slowly.

"Thank you" a mosquito-like voice sounded.

Harry frowned, looked around, then looked at his empty hands. Who made this sound?

At this time, Hermione stood in front of him and saw Neville's lips moving slightly. She pulled Harry's sleeve and pointed at Neville, indicating this. Harry followed the prompt and looked at the little boy who was helped by the professor to walk a few steps.

"Thank you." Neville turned around, saw it, lowered his head, his cheeks flushed, and said it loudly again. Madam Hooch next to him smiled.

Neville said a few more words to Malfoy who was not far away. Harry looked at this scene and felt that it was unprecedented. He vaguely remembered that Malfoy had experimented with some spells on Neville in his previous life. After making Draco uncomfortable, Harry's smile deepened.

Harry heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that nothing seemed to be wrong. He turned around and saw Malfoy trying to sneak away, feeling inexplicably helpless.

After his past life, Draco was very sensitive to the differences between factions in school. He felt that Malfoy and Harry Potter could not be on the same side in school, otherwise it would alarm many people's sensitive nerves.

After Voldemort's return, his family will have a more miserable end than in the previous life, so be careful when getting along with them.

Harry suddenly laughed when he thought of this. He didn't know if it was because his IQ had increased, or because Draco had experienced something that put his mind elsewhere. They had already taken a carriage together to Hogwarts and behaved very friendly in front of everyone.

He thought of the day when he invited Draco to go to Hogwarts with him. Draco seemed extremely happy. He thought he had made up his mind, but he didn't expect that he simply didn't think about it.

The matter was a foregone conclusion. Unless he turned against him in front of everyone, it would be difficult to dispel the doubts of the people in secret. But he knew that Xiaolong would not do that.

"You better try harder and openly bring Malfoy to your side." Bai You reminded him secretly in his mind.

Harry's expression was vague for a moment, he took a few quick steps, stood in front of Malfoy, and looked him straight in the eyes. "Can I give you a hug? Thank you for your help just now."

Draco was a little hesitant. The flight just now had already made him dizzy. If he acted so friendly with Harry in public now, he didn't know how their family would cope when the war came in the future.

This made him very embarrassed. Didn't Harry know? Why did he have to act this way? For the first time since Malfoy's rebirth, Harry felt a little strange about this.

In the end, family had the upper hand. Malfoy put his family first from beginning to end. Even though this was the hug he had longed for, he still wanted to refuse.

By this time, he seemed to realize that something was wrong with him. Malfoy clearly didn't want to stretch out his hands, but there was a force controlling his body that prevented him from going against Harry's wishes. He smiled, revealing his white teeth, which contrasted with his platinum hair.

Pansy next to him looked at Draco like this. Although she knew it was a bit strange, the person hugging was Harry Potter after all. As long as there was profit, there would never be a shortage of Malfoy.

Ron didn't feel anything strange. If this was a Deha fanfiction, everything would make perfect sense. Hermione watched all this with a smile. In the British Empire, a slightly deviant orientation didn't seem to be unacceptable.

Only Simo frowned as he watched this scene. When he opened his mouth to say something, he closed it again.

Zabini didn't care about any of this at all. He looked at a beautiful girl next to him with admiration in his eyes.

Everyone understood Malfoy's actions from their own standpoints, except Malfoy himself. He felt that he was being controlled, not only physically but also mentally.

After all these years, it seemed like he had finally woken up. Although he had some feelings for Harry, that was only because he saved him from the fire and let bygones be bygones. Malfoy, who put profit above all else, had many businesses to remedy after he became an adult, adapt to the turmoil in the Ministry of Magic, and gain a foothold in the reorganized forces.

He didn't know why he went to Harry's old house for no apparent reason at such a busy time.

Moreover, in the past few years, he has always followed Harry's consciousness and has not considered what will happen to his family in the future. There is a Malfoy struggling desperately in his heart, shouting, and tearing, but it is useless after all. A pair of bony hands dragged him into the quagmire and gradually fell into the depths of darkness.

In the bright spring sunshine, Malfoy and Harry hugged each other.

Harry himself did not realize that he knew that Voldemort had escaped from his system, but he still chose to pull Malfoy to his side. With such a meticulous mind, how could he ignore this matter?

Even when he saved Neville just now, the first thought that flashed through his mind was that he would become a professor of Herbology at Hogwarts when he grew up and be able to draw the Sword of Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall was watching him in her office. He hoped to be admitted to the Quidditch team as an exception, to gain prestige and fame.

He puts profit first, is scheming, and is good at using his identity and face to win everyone's favor in order to achieve his own goals.

He was selective in making friends. In the first Transfiguration class, he chose to go to the future Minister of Magic, he chose to pull Ron, a pure-blood family, into his camp, he used his sleepwalking to win the pity and sympathy of the headmaster and the dean of Slytherin, he used the headmaster to obtain resources that he could not obtain for the time being, and he was attracted by the minds of the Veles twins and their alchemical talents.

He was attracted by Cedric's reputation and fame, and wanted to befriend Seamus, the Explosive Genius. He even chose to use catnip to please Filch's kitten. Everyone was on good terms with him, and everything happened in his favor.

Now he was eyeing the Malfoy family's connections and gold Galleons.

Is this person who traveled through time really Harry? Is it really possible for Harry to do this?

The blond, blue-eyed boy in Harry's mind smiled triumphantly, very wantonly. He crossed his legs and sat on the chair, looking at this work that he had trained with satisfaction.

The clear sky gradually became dark, and large black clouds in the distance were approaching. There were also a few flashes of lightning appearing from time to time, scaring the birds flying in the sky and scattering them.

The weeds on the lawn were twisted by the strong wind, the girl's hair was blown everywhere, and the wizard's robe suddenly became loose, filled with the wind from afar. The flying daisy petals covered their faces. More dandelions flew to the farthest horizon. The Forbidden Forest in the distance seemed dark and depressing. At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid looked at the little wizards on the lawn with a calm expression.

A dandelion seed floated past Harry's eyes.

Harry watched Professor McGonagall approach angrily.

He smiled.

At this moment, he seemed somewhat similar to a Slytherin senior 50 years ago, like a greedy glutton, devouring fame and interests.

Simo looked at the scene in shock, his expression panicking.