Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Draco looked at Ron, who was indifferent and nonchalant, and felt that something was wrong. Why was the red-haired Velas so easy to talk to today and seemed so eager to find Harry?

He suppressed his doubts and pulled Ron along. As Harry's buddy from his previous life, they should have some telepathic connection, right?

The two of them wandered around the castle. Ron looked at the armor in the corridor and the murals above. He felt like he was exploring a medieval European castle.

On second thought, this is pretty much the same, looking at the moving portraits and that silly-looking troll picking his nose, wow, he looks so stupid.

Wait, a troll? A troll holding a stick and holding its nose. Ron seemed to know where this was and was immediately very excited. Draco, who was in a hurry to get going, turned around and saw Ron standing there stupidly, so he walked over impatiently.

"What are you doing, stupid Veles?" His originally frowned brows suddenly relaxed, and the whole person stood there, breathing became extremely difficult, and the surrounding was filled with the laughter of that crazy woman.

The past, long-lost memories emerged. This was something he wanted to avoid after his rebirth, and it suddenly appeared before his eyes. Countless repairs, his father imprisoned in Azkaban, the villains who curry favor with the powerful, Voldemort's Cruciatus, and Dumbledore's blue eyes. The wand he held tightly had been shaking until now, but he still could not become a ruthless person.

Draco wanted to tell himself that none of this had happened, Harry had been reborn, and had brought with him a very powerful thing, and Voldemort could not be their opponent. However, his heart, which was tightly grasped by someone, told him that he had never gotten over the battle.

Ron turned around in surprise and saw Malfoy standing there in a daze. He stretched out his arm and waved it in front of his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked in confusion. Draco seemed to have just come to his senses, but his eyes were immediately filled with surprise.

Ron turned around and saw Harry standing quietly behind them with a smile on his face. Ron felt very strange. How come Harry looked different after not seeing him for a while? He looked closely and it seemed that there was no difference. He had become more handsome. Does that count?

The three of them fell silent for a moment, and it was Draco who spoke first, explaining what happened last night.

Harry listened carefully, not avoiding Ron. Harry already knew that Ron had followed him last night, and Draco realized after he came to his senses that Ron also seemed to know about the Room of Requirement. Did his brother tell him? Or did he and Harry have an agreement to meet at the door of the Room of Requirement later?

This made Draco feel a little bit uncomfortable.

When he knew that Harry didn't blame him, he breathed a sigh of relief and said goodbye to Harry. After all, he still had classes in the afternoon and couldn't skip classes.

Harry turned around and went to the library, first looking for a spell or magical creature that could complete what Draco had said. Ron was not interested in these things, he was so sleepy now and was going to take a nap. Both of them tacitly ignored why Harry was there.

At the door of the library, Harry was afraid to go forward. There were many young wizards studying inside. Although he had taken advantage of his foresight and was ahead of his peers, he himself did not become studious. The adult thinking still forced Harry to go in and sit on the chair with a fearless attitude.

I picked up a few books on magical animals and alchemy and forced myself to read them. The ferret in my mind looked at the crazy people in the glass wall, then looked at the people who regarded books as a scourge, and sighed helplessly. It seems that I have to make a move.

When Harry returned, he did not hear any news about Professor Quirrell, nor did he hear any news about the professor's disappearance. The few people who had taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts class first praised Professor Quirrell and highly respected him, claiming that Professor Quirrell was the next Dumbledore, which made the young wizards who respected Dumbledore very angry.

Now, the Great Hall was in a state of uproar, and Peeves was happily rummaging around under the ceiling, picking out lucky people with a piping bag of cream.

From time to time, a lump of white cream fell from the sky, splashing a few insults against Peeves in the noisy crowd. This was like adding a catalyst to a chemical reaction, making Peeves' reaction even more boiling.

The Velez twins on the table also joined in the farce. George quietly aimed the fireworks at the door, wanting to give a big surprise to the first person who walked in. Fred threw the specially made atmosphere balloon bombs towards the place where the fun people gathered.

"Bang!" The glittering, sparkling pieces of paper flew in the air, and the sweet cream rushed towards the noisy crowd. Some went into books to study knowledge, some returned to their homeland and fell on the cake, and some settled in their own destination, turning into a sweet liquid and exploring the intestines.

A little girl from Ravenclaw stood on the table, her long black hair falling to her shoulders, and she took out a leaf and played a tune. Although the sound was dim, she was still immersed in her own world, ignoring the eyes of others.

"Stop it," there was a roar, not many people heard it, only George trembled and hid aside, hiding himself under the table.

The man was Snape, wearing a black wizard robe that was loose and greasy. There were a few conspicuous creams on his black hair, which gradually slid down, and there were a few small pieces of colorful paper on top. The whole person looked like a few bright candies dotted on a black chocolate cake.

He glared fiercely at Dumbledore who was watching the fun nearby. Don't think that because he cast the Disillusionment Charm, he couldn't tell that he was watching the fun.

Then he cleaned up his things with a blank look in his eyes and an expressionless face, but his suppressed anger was still visible at a glance. He pushed through the crowd and walked to the center. The little wizard turned around and changed from glaring at him at the beginning to being cowardly, lowering his head, wishing he could hide in the crack of the ground.

Harry followed Professor Batman in order to watch the fun, but when he saw Ron's red face and Malfoy who was giving instructions from behind him, he was a little surprised. What was going on?

Snape walked to the center, the noisy little wizards gradually quieted down, and the crowd gradually dispersed. The Hogwarts refrigerant was worthy of its reputation. The professor waved his wand and tied up several troublemakers in the crowd together. George, who sprayed him with ribbons, and Peeves, who threw cream at him, were also among them.