Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"What time is it?" Harry stayed in his own sea of ​​consciousness for a while, sat up on the sofa, and asked Snape who was correcting homework next to him.

"Around 9 o'clock." The voice came from the man who didn't even raise his head.

"Is there really a bottle of pink potion under the woods that you mentioned, which can be used to modify other people's memories?" Harry asked again cautiously.

"Well, if I tell you there is one, then there is one. Do I need to lie to you about this?"

Then he remembered something, and Snape's tone became softer, "I'm about to lose my transformation, can you pull out another hair?"

"Yeah," Harry felt that time was running out, so he answered hastily and walked out the door quickly.

Snape sighed helplessly. Actually, he didn't really need it. A hair could last for a month, and there was still plenty of time before the transformation was over.

However, he wanted to know more about the girl's memories.

"Shh, hurry up, come over here with me, don't let the patrolling professors and Filch find you."

Draco plucked the air next to him and said, "Wow, Xiaolong, you are so awesome." A female voice came out. It was Pansy who had been nervous for a long time.

"Can you really solve my problem? If we go out at this time, do we have to sneak away when they aren't paying attention?" Pansy asked doubtfully, with a hint of excitement and impatience in her tone.

"Um - yes," Draco said as if he couldn't bear it. He felt guilty for deceiving others. This feeling of betraying others' trust was really unpleasant.

But then he calmed himself down. There would be no problem with Harry. He was just helping to solve Pansy's current problem instead of being nervous all the time and being on guard against every professor and student in the school.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was justified. Draco held Pansy's hand and walked faster.

Pansy's cheeks flushed and she curled her fingers shyly. Although she couldn't see the person in front of her, she could feel the warmth of the person she had admired for a long time.

When you get closer, you can smell some fragrance, and Pansy's cheeks become even redder.

At this time, at the edge of the dense forest.

Far away, Hagrid's hut was still emitting a faint warm light, illuminating the circle of land around his house.

"Has that python arrived yet?" Harry was a little anxious. He urged the two little snakes hanging on the branches. If they didn't come, they would collide with Pansy.

"Then why did you insist on inviting Pansy to this place?" Qinggang jumped from the branch to Harry's shoulder, put his little head against the tip of Harry's nose, and spoke with curiosity and a little disrespect.

"Fili told me," Harry explained patiently, "I'm not very good at modifying memories, so I need some auxiliary means to proceed."

"Then why do you insist on dragging Draco into this?" It was Zi Luan who spoke. He was also very curious about this history. He had heard Draco talk about it in the future. When Draco talked about this history, he was so angry that he wanted to jump up and run to the principal's office to beat him up.

But when he saw Harry standing in front of him with the silver wand, he dared not say a word.

Zi Luan actually wanted to tell all this to Harry now, but every time he opened his mouth to say a word, he felt that he was about to die, so he wisely chose to keep silent.

"Because Pansy only trusts Draco." Harry raised his eyebrows with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Nearby, in the dark forbidden forest, a burst of giggling sounds gradually grew louder, and Harry looked over and saw green eyes floating in the air, occasionally blinking in a humane way.

"Master, you finally came to see me." A strong male voice came into Harry's ears, with a slightly coquettish tone. The big snake came closer and immediately raised the upper half of its body, aiming its head at Harry, as if it was about to pounce on him.

"You, you, what are you going to do?" Harry was frightened by this posture. He took a few steps back in fear, raised his wand and pointed it at the big monster in front of him who was acting coquettishly with him.

"Tsk," Qinggang's voice appeared, "You can't do anything well every day, you are the best at acting like a spoiled child, you strangled your master so tightly when we first met."

As if recalling the feeling of suffocation that day, Harry suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, but then when he saw the monster's silly eyes, the anger inexplicably disappeared. For creatures with low IQs, he still retained some tolerance.

Ziluan seemed to be accustomed to this scene. He also jumped onto Harry's shoulder and touched heads with Qinggang for a while. Then, as if as agreed, the two little snakes turned into tattoos and wrapped around Harry's neck.

Harry actually saw an expression of envy in the eyes of a snake.

"Uh," Harry scratched his head as he saw the silly giant snake in front of him almost crying. He was not used to this scene. Harry squatted down, approached the huge snake head, put his hand on its dense scales, and stroked it gently.

"What do you want from me? What's your name?"

"My name is Aben. My master gave me that name." The big snake rubbed Harry's palm carefully. Harry felt his palm itchy and a warm feeling in his heart.

"I came here for nothing, I just missed you. Ever since I saw you that day, I..." Harry softened his heart easily. He had no power to resist the love shown to him by this creature, and he didn't care about him and called him to this gloomy forbidden forest in the middle of the night.

"Harry——" It was Draco's voice. Looking at the two people arguing in the distance, Harry turned around and said to the silly big snake, "Stupid, just go back to Jingning first, okay? I'll come to see you later."

Ah Ben rubbed Harry's hand again, leaving a hard dark green scale on his hand, and then went into the Forbidden Forest.

"Tsk," it was Qinggang's voice again, "Master, if you look into the eyes of that stupid snake, you will involuntarily develop a liking for him."

"Uh," Harry stared in a daze at the green scales on his palm, on which there were mysterious patterns. He finally came back to his senses from the charm he had just felt. What came to Harry's mind was not his native language, but speechlessness.

Why don't any of them seem like good guys? They just set traps for him every day.

He clenched the scales in his hand angrily. The sharp scales scratched Harry's palm. The bright red blood seeped into the scales. A green light flashed, and the big snake that had just escaped shrank into the shape of a small loach and appeared on the scales.

"Oh! I knew it."

A Ben's voice changed from its original strong voice to a shrill duck voice.

"Hahaha, I knew it."

This time even the steady Zi Luan laughed.