HP Rebirth Memory Obliteration

Before recovering from the strange school song, Harry almost hung on Draco and went back to the cellar.Apart from the school song, Harry didn't want to face the staring eyes from Gryffindor so quickly, especially that Ron Weasley. Harry said that he really couldn't bear it, the sight was so hot!

After greeting Cynthia and Granger, Pansy followed Draco and the others.After walking a lot of strange roads, Pansy thought that Harry was almost fine, so she asked, "Harry, are you really okay? Cynthia is asking you."

"It's okay, I was just scared." Blaise explained "kindly" from the side, giggling and leaning forward to touch Panxi's tender face.

Pansy took a step back vigilantly, her beautiful eyebrows were raised, she gritted her teeth: "Damn Zabini, you haven't settled with you for pushing me off the boat!" Shangyan quickly walked into the stone gate: "You wait for me."

"Pansy, I was wrong!!!!" Blaise wailed in a low voice and followed Pansy and rushed in. Fortunately, he reached the cellar, otherwise the nobleman would have lost all his face!But it's better to lose face than to be punished by Pencey...

Draco pursed his lips and shook his head, and pulled Harry who was hanging on: "Don't pretend to be dead, be careful I leave you here." At this time, Crabbe and Goyle had already entered the stone gate, and only Harry and Goyle were left outside. Draco, Draco waited, and then said, "If you don't want to be scolded by Mr. Dean on the first day, I advise you... If you think you can stand up to Mr. Dean, I don't mind putting you down." Throw it outside." Draco was about to go inside as he said that.

"Then dear Mr. Malfoy, please tell your poor Mr. Dean, what do I need you to stand up to? Or is your poor Mr. Dean so vicious that you feel that when your Dean makes you You find it hard to accept?"

A gorgeous voice as silky as a cello sounded behind him, Draco felt a chill behind him, and Harry beside him immediately straightened his back.

Hey, just now Draco pointed out to himself the dean on the teacher's seat. At that time, he felt that the dean was very strict. It seems that he was right!Harry scratched the wall and screamed in his heart, but he was caught slowly!

The two newly-baked little snakes stood obediently with their heads down, waiting for their headmaster to speak.

"Don't listen to the chief's order on the first day of school, tell me what your prefect said just now!" Snape's voice was not loud, so he didn't lure the little snakes out of the common room.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dean." Draco looked at Snape and apologized earnestly.Harry heard Draco apologize, and nodded quickly,

"Mr. Evelson, isn't your brain stuffed with slugs? Sure enough, I can't expect Potter, a troll who is supposed to be a Gryffindor, to have an IQ higher than half a little finger." Turning around, he began to scold Harry. Snape gestured with his pinky finger. "Speaking behind Mr. Malfoy like the answering people that Muggles say. Even changing a surname can't change the fact that the brain is squeezed by the door."

Every time Snape said a word, Harry lowered his head a little. Draco had infinite sympathy but did not dare to intercede. Just kidding, the Snake King is sacred and inviolable.

"Slytherin rules, copy 20 times, and hand it over to my office next Monday! Now, let me in."

He was punished at the beginning of school, and Harry suffered internal injuries, but there was nothing he could do about it. After Professor Snape turned around, Draco kept throwing winks at Harry, telling him not to resist.

Turns out Draco was right.After entering the cellar, the students above the second grade had already returned to their dormitories, and only a few people who participated in the chief selection were left.In the following lecture from the dean, Professor Snape caught a few innocent little snakes and gave him a harsh reprimand. Harry suddenly felt lucky, especially those little snakes who were inexperienced and retorted softly. After a few words, Professor Snape threw it directly to Filch, or put him in confinement.

The chief selector, Draco, single-handedly selected a few seniors from the fifth and sixth grades to challenge. One can imagine what happened next, the second, third and fourth graders didn't dare to compete with Draco at all.Harry carefully analyzed Draco's advantages in the competition with others, and found that Draco's fighting skills were superior to theirs, and he didn't know what level he was compared to him?

Harry jumped onto the improvised battle platform, and Draco on the opposite side chuckled lightly, and he didn't even think about releasing the water. Before he started to read, Harry saw a blue light from his wand with sharp eyes, and his mind hadn't started yet. Think, the body trained by the Boggart who looks like him has moved to the side quickly.

"It's really not relaxing." Harry pouted, and swung a spell with his right hand, but he had already left the place just now.

The two of you came and went, and all kinds of spells ruthlessly brushed over every part of their bodies. If it weren't for the two people's spells not being so bad, it might make the little snakes watching below admire them even more.

The styles of the two are obvious, Harry is dexterous and quick, and Draco is cunning and unpredictable. If it weren't for Draco's more experience in the competition, Harry might still have a chance of winning.

Breathing a bit heavier, Harry wiped the sweat from his brow, put away his wand: "Stop, I admit defeat."

Draco, who was about to cast the next spell, quickly inserted his wand back into his robes. He brushed the loose strands of hair on his forehead, and glanced at the people in the audience with a slightly cold look: "There are still people who want to come Don’t want to come, then we can end it.”

No one in the audience made a sound, and not long after, the previous chairman jumped onto the stage, and he bowed to Draco: "Mr. Malfoy, you are the chief, and I am willing to quit."

It goes without saying that the separate dorms naturally put Harry and Draco in one room.Back in the dormitory, the elf had basically packed up everything. Harry sat down and wrote a letter to James when he had nothing to do.

In the morning, when James was still eating fried eggs with his head on the chicken coop, Harry's Hedwig sent a letter, which was forwarded by Vivi.

"Harry is betraying the family?" James read the entire letter expressionlessly, the veins on his forehead twitched, "He actually entered Slytherin!"

Lily was spreading marmalade on the toast: "Don't you want him to get mixed up with the Order of the Phoenix? You must know that Gryffindor is now the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix."

"..." James moved his lips, but he hesitated. He wanted Harry to enter Gryffindor, but he didn't want him to.What a contradiction!

Ibsas and Lance, who had been in the side portrait for a long time, laughed, Albert glared at them, and muttered: "You two were fooled! My little Harry!! Originally Little Harry should be in Gryffindor!"

"James, don't say that Lily's side is all Slytherin except Lily. Albert and I will be recruited by Albert to teach Harry at that time. He should think about the consequences." Ibsas said coolly Glancing at the fake crying Albert, "Lance and I are the only two Slytherins in the Potter family. Don't tell me you don't know, Albert."

Albert blushed: "I don't think the possibility is that great..."

"Well, it's all over, what else can I say..." James slammed his head on the dining table and stood up immediately: "I'd better write to Harry, it's the same everywhere anyway, no! He has to stay away from that German Racko Malfoy, stay away! Hey, there are so many things to deal with today, really, if only Merlin could divide me into several."

Lily gave him a blank look: "I've dealt with Potter's business in the past two days, remember to go back. There are still a lot of business from the Eveson branch in the castle. It's not like I can help you. Why are you in a hurry?" After thinking about it Thinking about it, he still told him: "Don't write anything about Harry. It's his own business to make friends. Just don't tell us."

"Hey... I'm just talking, what are you serious about!" James, who was walking quickly towards the restaurant door, paused for a moment, his ears glowing suspiciously pink, and he lost his sentence dryly and ran away.

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Harry's first Transfiguration class was not as good as he thought. If we say the reason, it was because he was in class with Gryffindor, although Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, was still very good—even though she was very Severe, but fair.

I have to say that in the first class, the red-haired Weasley and a Muggle were late and didn't find out that Professor McGonagall just turned into a cat, so he was greatly pleased by the professor's deducted points, but this seemed to be He couldn’t let him understand the fact that Professor McGonagall couldn’t tolerate him being noisy in class. The rest of the time was basically spent thinking about how Harry was brought into the Death Eaters’ camp. How could Harry not know how a boy could With such a big mouth.

Fortunately, there is Professor McGonagall, otherwise Harry really doesn't know how to pass this class. He covered his face and was terribly irritable: "Draco, can't he be normal? Every time he makes so many eyes glued to me Body, this is very uncomfortable!"

"You can't expect some people not to like other people's attention, even if they just get a little bit of attention from others. You can imagine that there are so many children in their family, he may be the one who is ignored, and he needs so much attention." Draco shrugged , grabbed Harry's schoolbag strap: "Let's go, or I'll be late for History of Magic in a while, and I'm not going to class with Gryffindor in a while."

"Where is that?"

Pansy covered her mouth and smiled secretly: "How about the place where Cynthia and Granger are, are you happier?"

The unhappiness of the Transfiguration class was quickly forgotten by Harry in the boring history of magic. With Cynthia around, he could vomit bitterness again.

"...Then who knows the following question? Which forest did Merlin enter after he led his subordinates to found the magic world during the first period? If you have previewed, I believe you will know." Professor Binns dragged him That phantom body with upturned eyes seems to be talking about something in a memory book.

For the fourth time, Hermione Granger raised her hand when no one in the class answered.

"Miss Granger."

"Professor, Merlin led his men into the border forest."

"Very good, Ravenlok adds ten points!"

Harry tried to close his eyelids, and pressed Draco on the side: "You know why you don't answer?"

"Why should you answer? I'm conspicuous enough, but you, it's not a good thing for you to be too low-key." Many things can be done at the end, and Draco ignored Harry who was a little dizzy after speaking, and continued to remember himself No matter how much Professor Binns reads according to the book, he will still talk about some history that is ignored by the book.

Until dinner, Harry was thinking about why Draco didn't want him to be too low-key. Instead, he felt that he should be more low-key. It's not a good thing to be noticed by those Gryffindors. They seem to like to boo together, unlike Slytherin, treat yourself like a normal person.

Harry absently inserted a piece of bacon. The smell of bacon made him realize that he was very hungry. After a day of class, he only chewed a sandwich at noon, and now his stomach hurts from eating such a good meal.

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