Harry Potter and the Rebirth

When Malfoy wasn't paying attention, Pansy gradually approached, looking at Draco who was silent but didn't refuse, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she clenched the corner of her clothes a little shyly. She glanced at the jealous girls around her with a smug look, and became even more complacent.

What about Malfoy at this time? Before Wednesday, he found that the ability to speak in Harry's mind was somewhat malfunctioning, which made him a little worried, but when lunch time came, he saw Harry sitting at the long table of Gryffindor and breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been looking for a chance to tell Harry about this, and the flying lesson was a good opportunity, but until now, why hadn't Harry come? He looked at Madam Hooch approaching, and was very worried, and even the upcoming flying lesson didn't seem to be that interesting anymore.

At this time Zabini spoke, "Oh~ Our Master Malfoy is so handsome now." Zabini looked at Pansy who was leaning next to Malfoy, and glanced around. The little girls around all had their eyes on this young master, and they seemed extremely dissatisfied.

Malfoy recovered and glanced at Zabini. The distant memories gradually surfaced. Zabini really wanted to slap himself in the face. Why was he so rude again? Wasn't the previous lesson enough?

This is what he recalled. A few years ago, overnight, this young master Malfoy seemed to have undergone an amazing change. Although it was a little strange, no one dared to say anything, thinking that it was just because of his good family education. In a small circle of pure-blood families, he became the leader. In the past, he relied on family power, and some people were dissatisfied.

But after being taught a lesson a few times, everyone was convinced and respected Malfoy.

"We will begin calling the roll now, starting with Slytherin house." Madam Hooch, who had neatly short hair, stood in front of a group of young wizards with a serious expression and began to call the roll in crisp and clear sentences.

"Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Malcolm Bardock, Graham Pritchard, Adrian Puse..." Seeing the list getting shorter and shorter, Ron seemed to give up. He thought about pretending to be someone else when the time came, just like he did when he was in college.

Now it was the Gryffindors' turn.

"Ron Velez," "Here!" Ron shouted fearlessly. The loud voice made Hermione next to him feel a little embarrassed, and she silently moved away.

"Harry Potter," no one answered. Ron was a little scared at the critical moment. He prayed secretly for his good brother in his heart. Anyway, he didn't need to be detained this time, so he had to work hard.

"Harry Potter," Madam Hooch raised her head and shifted her gaze from the list to the young wizards, looking a little impatient. Didn't they hear it? The young wizards who were seen below lowered their heads silently. Occasionally, one or two noticed that Harry Potter was not there and were about to raise their hands, but found that the people around them did not move, so they had to put their hands down to avoid being so conspicuous.

"Harry, Harry, he's been called away by Professor Quirrell." A voice broke the silence. It was Hermione.

"Oh? You haven't come back yet?" asked Madam Hooch.

"I'm back, Professor." Harry suddenly emerged from the crowd and stood in front of Madam Hooch.

He smiled sheepishly and bowed slightly. "I'm sorry, because Professor Quirrell asked me to go to his office just now."

Madam Hooch was a little embarrassed by Harry's bow. Besides, there was a legitimate reason for being late, so the child couldn't be blamed. It was just Quirrell. How could he procrastinate even though he knew the child was in class?

Continuing to name...

"Okay, kids, let's start class now." Madam Hooch didn't dwell on this. She waved her hand and allowed Harry to return to the team. Harry returned to Ron and Hermione's side, which made him feel unusually familiar.

"First, pick up your brooms and use your minds to command and control them. Believe, shout, and get up." Madam Hooch was teaching her young wizards how to control their flying brooms.

"Get up," Harry shouted, and the broom jumped into his hands. The only person who had the same skill as him was Malfoy from Slytherin. Harry was not surprised at this. Even in his previous life, he and Malfoy were the only ones who could control the flying broom very quickly.

What's more, both of them have memories of their past lives and are more proficient in controlling the broom.

"Get up," "Get up," Harry listened to Ron's voice beside him and laughed a little, because the voice was ups and downs, like the different scales on the piano. Ron was alive on the vast lawn, playing a joyful Scottish tune in his own way.

Hermione was staring at the broom on the ground. She was very helpless because the broom refused to move. It shook a few times, as if to show its disdain for her, and it even fell down, as if it was facing her with its butt. The broom would rather flip around on the ground than be slightly lifted up and lie in her hand.

Hermione's patience had reached its limit.

Madam Hooch asked the students to line up and she instructed them one by one from one end how to control the broom. This made Hermione feel a little relieved, but even more unbearable, she did not allow a subject to be something she was not good at.

Harry and Draco's eyes met, and both saw the other's eager expression in their eyes. Although they had fought many times in their previous lives, as they grew older, they had not touched a flying broom for a long time, and Apparition replaced flying as their choice.

The two of them rose to the sky in tacit understanding, and when Madam Hooch saw them, she immediately told them to come down. But soon she had no time to care about these things, because Neville somehow flew up to the sky just like in his previous life, leaving behind his classmates and teachers who were like ants on the ground.

Unlike Harry and Draco, Neville seemed unable to control his broom, while the latter could keep the broom steadily in the sky, while he flew around in the sky like a skyrocketing monkey, leaving behind a long string of screams.

"Come down quickly, come down quickly, keep steady! Hold on to the broom handle in front of you." Madam Hooch shouted loudly.

Poor Neville was suspended in the air, his body swaying on the broomstick, and the whistling wind around him made him even more scared. Looking down, he saw only small black dots of his classmates. The castle became a huge gray round cookie in his eyes. He could even see the giant hand of the octopus in the lake not far away, reaching into the deep mountains.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh.”

Listening to Neville's screams, Harry, who was riding on the flying broom, felt a little bit reluctant, and he remembered what happened in his previous life. Harry glanced at Draco, and then flew into the sky. Everything around him gradually became smaller and farther away during his high-speed flight. Even the discussions below gradually disappeared. All he could see was Neville struggling in the sky.

Malfoy followed.

The group of people below looked at the three people flying high in the sky with panic in their eyes.