Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry saw the small snake suddenly appear on his palm, and saw Draco and the other man gradually approaching, so he quickly stuffed the thing in his hand into his pocket.

Harry took a few steps forward.

Pansy saw the man standing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and took a few steps back in fear. She grabbed Draco's clothes tightly and asked with a trembling voice.

"Why is Harry Potter here?" Pansy only remembered that he never came out after he went in that day.

"Harry can help you." Draco patted the back of the girl's hand and said soothingly.

"No, you clearly know what happened that day." The girl was a little hysterical, her eyes filled with tears, and she questioned, "You clearly came out that day. You were the only person who came out of the castle at that time."

"Come out? What come out?" Draco asked puzzled.

Pansy seemed to understand something. She loosened her sleeve, turned around and wanted to run back to the castle.

Falling to the ground, a beam of light passed through Draco's back and hit the girl in front of him.

"Harry!" Draco roared angrily, then ran to the lawn and held the girl in his arms. During this time, a pine cone from a pine tree fell onto Pansy with the wind.

"I will cure her." Harry touched his head awkwardly. He felt really embarrassed to be like this to a girl, but this matter was of great importance and it would not be good for her to know too much.

Harry turned and walked towards a big tree behind him. The medicine bottle flew over and the soil under the tree immediately vibrated. Then a big bubble appeared and a small bottle filled with pink liquid rushed out.

The splashing mud made Harry covered in dirt.

"Pah," Harry spat out the dirt in his mouth, cleaned it up, then picked up the bottle of potion that fell on the ground and walked up to Draco.

"Wait a minute," Draco raised his hand to stop Harry from feeding him the potion, "What are you feeding him?"

"trouble."

A voice came from Harry's mind.

"Who? Who is talking?" Draco looked around in horror. The voice of the strange man, no, seemed familiar when he listened carefully. It was the one in Harry's mind.

Harry looked surprised. "Can you hear me?"

"Of course." Bai You replied, "Anyone who has a connection with your soul can hear what I say."

that--

"Dobby, you don't have to worry about that. There's also the big boiled egg that ran away. There's nothing left."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He always felt that the fewer people who knew about this, the better.

Draco lowered his raised arms. His instinct for survival would not allow him to continue holding on. Only now did he remember that there was something in Harry's head, a mysterious thing that frightened him.

He held Pansy tightly in his arms and muttered softly, "You must ensure her safety."

Harry nodded, squatted down, moved closer to Pansy, and put the bottle of pink potion under her nose. Watching the pink steam spiraling up and emitting a pearl-like halo, Draco stared at the magical gas with a slight daze in his eyes.

Harry fanned at Draco and Pansy. Pansy's nostrils flapped unconsciously, and she inhaled most of the gas. Draco was confused, and then his body went limp and he fell on the lawn. Pansy's head rested on Draco's chest.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Harry always felt like the bad guy who committed the crime. However, since he was in the same company as this guy, he didn't seem to be much better.

"Hey, don't say bad things about me in front of me." Bai You was a little dissatisfied.

Although Harry was used to this guy being able to access his words anytime and anywhere and see his inner thoughts from time to time, he still felt very strange about his daily routine.

"Harry said you don't sleep at night and you're still up during the day, so when do you rest?" Harry asked curiously.

"Don't meddle in things that are none of your business." After that, no matter how Harry spoke, there was no response in his mind.

"Dobby." Harry called out, and an elf appeared after searching for a while. "It is an honor to serve you, my master." Dobby, who was wearing the clothes of a shrunken human butler, bowed to Harry and saluted.

"Put these two people in their dormitories separately, and then let Snape pick you up." Dobby scratched his head, his big eyes full of confusion, but he did it anyway.

Bee walked up to the two people on the grass, took one of them by the hand, and disappeared from Harry's sight in a snap.

"The magic of the elves is amazing." Harry exclaimed in admiration, "It's not as great as your magic, master." There was a commotion in his pocket and a small black snake came out. The shrill sound made Harry cover his ears.

"Actually," Harry didn't want to speak directly because they had just met, "If you can't say it, don't say it." A childish voice came from Harry's neck, and Qinggang's physical form also jumped into his pocket.

Harry smiled sheepishly and did not refute what it said.

He carried the weight of the three little pets on his clothes and slowly returned to the castle.

"Harry!"

"Tell me what I just said?" Professor McGonagall, who was standing at the front of the podium, called out to Harry, who was sleeping in the first row in front of her.

Harry stood up dazedly, his shoulders and back ached, his arms were numb, and there was an imprint of the glasses frame on the back of his hand.

"Uh," Harry couldn't say anything. Hermione was sitting upright in front of him, but behind her proper posture, a hand quietly wrote a small note and stuffed it between Harry and the table.

"Don't do anything small," Professor McGonagall said sternly, waking up Ron who was also dozing off.

And it scared Harry, and he dropped the note in his hand to the ground.

Ron's whole body shook violently, but he still maintained a posture of listening. Although he opened the book, his head was slightly lowered. The book had not been turned for a long time, and there were still some weird scribbles on it, as if it was a book written in a dream.

This action shifted Professor McGonagall's firepower to Ron. As if remembering that Harry had been seriously injured some time ago, Professor McGonagall did not say anything more, but instead directed her spearhead at Ron next to her.

"Harry, please sit down." Professor McGonagall softened her tone, remembering Harry's excellent performance in class. "You still need to rest well after being injured."

Harry secretly chuckled, looking at Ron with a gloating look as he was called to stand up by Professor McGonagall. Ron could feel the gnashing of teeth attitude of the person next to him. He didn't hear clearly what the professor said just now. He was some distance away from Hermione, so he had to lower his head and said nothing.

But he put his hand under the desk and made an international friendly gesture towards Harry.