Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Don't you think there's something going on between them? Did Harry Potter and Malfoy know each other before?" Nott abandoned his previous attitude of ignoring everything and turned to ask Pansy who might know something.

"I don't know either." Pansy's eyes were full of admiration as she looked at Draco flying into the sky. Originally, it might have been just because of the family influence, but now she was a little moved by this boy, and the black-haired Harry next to him was automatically ignored by her. What level? Compared with my little dragon. (?ˉ??ˉ??)

Nott was turned away, and he kept his mouth shut, thinking to himself. He turned his head and glanced at the upper levels of the castle, as if he wanted to see someone through the wall. Did Lucius really allow it? Or was he sure that Voldemort was dead? Malfoy and Dumbledore had joined forces, but he hadn't heard any news about it.

At this moment, Zabini seemed to see what Nott was thinking, "Of course you don't know, they should have a good relationship." He put his elbow on Nott's shoulder.

Nott frowned, but because he wanted to know the answer urgently, he endured it. "They came to school in the same carriage." He threw a thunderbolt in Nott's heart.

"Huh!? How come I didn't know?" Nott asked in shock. "It seems like many people saw it." Zabini didn't care.

"Someone on the train announced that Harry had arrived, and they accurately stated their location." He shrugged, "Many people saw Harry and Draco sitting together."

"Hmm..." Nott found that he seemed to be making a fuss. Is this really okay? As far as he knows, the mysterious man should not be dead. Isn't Lucius afraid? This is someone else's business. Why should he worry? He curled his lips and returned to his usual indifference.

For the pure-blood families, supporting Muggles creates a natural opposition to them. Although he also knows that some of Malfoy's industries are in the Muggle world, after all, he has not made it public, so they acquiesce.

It seems I have to write a letter to tell my father, Nott thought.

The air currents at high altitudes made Harry's wizard robe rustle, and the bangs covering his forehead were blown up, revealing his lightning-like scar and a pair of bright and determined eyes.

Not far away, Neville was already shaky, and the broom suddenly rushed towards the tower, about to press him against the wall. Harry sped up and came to Neville, and Draco took a shortcut and also came to a nearby place. He thought of some scenes from his previous life, Neville hanging on a branch with the red tower in the background.

The two looked at each other, and Draco was surprised to find that Harry was actually speaking in his mind.

"Little Dragon, you can help Neville when the time comes." Draco curled his lips to show that he understood. The wind blew Draco's smooth hair, and the little boy, who finally stopped using hairspray, showed the spirited and high-spirited look that he should have at this age.

At this moment, it seemed as if all the experiences of the previous life had turned into floating clouds, floating in the sky, and could no longer disturb this young man in this mortal world. People will eventually be troubled throughout their lives by the things that they could not obtain when they were young.

As he grew up, Draco reflected on his behavior in his youth. Was the pursuit of power, honor and strength really what he wanted? After the Battle of Hogwarts, he only hoped that his family would be safe.

By some strange coincidence, he became close friends with his "enemies" from his childhood. After all, he was not looking at Harry and his trio with envy, but was able to truly feel the friends and friendship, rather than those little followers who followed him around because of family power and who would step on his head when he was in trouble.

Harry rode his broom to the bottom of Neville and shouted at him, "Jump down and I'll catch you."

The strong wind roared, and Harry's voice flowed into Neville's ears along the air. He looked at the hand extended to him, somewhat unbelievable. This voice was salvation. In this world, he had long endured endless ridicule and sarcasm.

That Longbottom, his parents were driven crazy by torture by Death Eaters. He was drowned by the laughter around him until he suffocated. He struggled desperately and the foam he spit out floated out of the sea. Some people saw it but just thought it was just little fish in the sea playing cutely.

The grandmother had long hoped that her grandson would become a successful man, but what followed was the increasing chaos in her mind, the confused future, and the crowds that appeared and disappeared from time to time. Even the occasional kindness was just a light drizzle that wet the ground. Neville slipped and fell, getting soaked all over. In return, the nectar disappeared and was replaced by even louder laughter.

People are unwilling to invest their patience and time in a stupid person who seems to have no future.

Neville suddenly had courage, or rather the courage hidden deep in his heart was stimulated by Harry in this way. His wrinkled heart was smoothed out by Harry's iron and suddenly became flat and relaxed.

Neville looked at the owl flying over and dancing freely in the sky, and thought of the memory ball sent by her grandmother. The red light once caused the ridicule of her classmates around her, and the memories of the past stimulated her severely.

He hardened his heart and loosened his grip on the broom. The huge inertia pulled Neville down, with his belly at the bottom and his limbs unconsciously stretched upwards.

Harry saw it, and it happened in a flash, as if he was looking for the Golden Snitch. He stared at Neville's hands and grabbed them! He clenched them tightly, veins popping out, as if he had used up all his life's strength. However, due to fear, both hands became sweaty, and in silence, Neville slid down again. This time he finally couldn't help screaming, "Ah ...

Draco flew up, grabbed Neville's other hand, circled around, and with a jerk, brought him onto Harry's broom.

Seeing this, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Ron and Hermione below were watching nervously. From a distance they saw that Neville seemed to be placed on Harry's broom. Madam Hooch held her wand tightly, ready at any time.

Harry's broom fell down, because of the addition of another person, it made him fly a little harder. Draco and Harry walked side by side, and the three of them fell from the sky, splashing a cloud of dust, which affected several pieces of grass, and dandelion seeds flew everywhere. The mole digging a hole below seemed to sense something and popped its head out in dissatisfaction. When it saw a large number of four-legged beasts coming, it wisely went back below.

The young wizards present burst into warm applause. Gryffindor clapped his hands vigorously. Although Slytherin looked disdainful on the surface, the look in his eyes that kept looking at the three of them revealed their deep admiration.

Madam Hooch also walked up quickly. She first looked at Neville, who was intact but frightened, and then looked at Harry and Malfoy, who flew into the sky without following orders and saved their classmates. She didn't know whether to reward or punish him.

She walked over and looked at Neville, who was being supported. His legs were almost limp, his ankles touching the ground, unable to support himself. She felt helpless. "I'll take Neville to the infirmary first. You guys stay here first."