Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Draco was hesitating, he didn't know whether he should go in, he hid in a corner of the corridor, squatted down, and hugged his knees with his arms. The nearest fire source was still far away from him, only the moonlight shone on the ground through the window.

He was lost in thought as he stared at a little mouse that slipped by in the moonlight. What! A mouse? He was startled.

It was fat and round, with a head of yellow hair. He looked at it with disgust and immediately thought of the Anigmas that Ron was keeping now.

He had not been touched at first because Harry had told him that he had a plan, and that things had to remain the same until Professor Quirrell came to school. Now, Draco's head was racing with a thousand ideas about how to severely punish that despicable traitor, that man who worked for Voldemort, the rat who had humiliated their family.

Thinking of the arrogant look of the short man, he couldn't help but clench his fists. Anyone can bully us.

"Creaky", the door of the school infirmary was quietly opened. Ron and the other three left some delicious food. Hermione also took the trouble to copy the notes she took in class and put them on the top of the pile of gifts.

I wrote a note on the bedside table, hoping that Harry would not fall behind in his studies.

Seeing the four people sneaking away, Malfoy curled his lips. He really did not have the dominance and courage that a Gryffindor should have. He acted timidly and was particularly petty.

Malfoy looked around and heard no sound or saw any human figure. He tiptoed quietly and slipped into the gap in the door left for him by the four people in front.

"Harry," Malfoy hesitated. Seeing the figure lying on the hospital bed, he felt that he didn't want to see Harry so much now. There was always a voice in his heart telling him to act according to his heart.

Draco couldn't tell where all these thoughts came from. Seeing that there was no one around, he bared his teeth and relaxed the muscles of his face, his mind still circling about how to talk to Harry.

He never considered that Harry might be sleeping at this time. In his impression, Harry was a complete night owl who was always wandering around at night no matter what time it was, not to mention that there were four people visiting him just now.

And two good friends from his previous life.

"Hey! Kid!"

A hand clapped Draco's shoulder.

"Ouch!" Draco only uttered half of the sound before Fred immediately covered his mouth. His broad palms were covered with calluses. He subconsciously sniffed and smelled the rich scent of earth mixed with the scent of grass and sweat.

He seemed to have suffered some great insult, "You, you," George at the side grabbed his shoulder.

"We just spotted you."

The Marauder's Map is really a good thing. "We sent Ron and Hermione away," the two said in unison. They felt that these two guys seemed to have a good relationship with Draco. It seemed that they saw them having friendly exchanges at the Gryffindor table. They subconsciously ignored the fact that Harry was sitting there.

We are the only two who are most loyal to Harry.

"Tell me, what do you want to say?" George put his wand on Draco's neck, and Fred nodded in agreement.

"We have to make up for our sins." Fred murmured. Draco didn't understand what he heard, but he felt itchy in his heart. It was not a good habit to only speak half of the sentence.

"You, a Slytherin, what do you want to do to Harry?" Fred came over with a poop ball in his hand. Draco's eyes twitched. He still remembered clearly what these two guys created in his previous life.

Thinking that he was full of the smell of shit, he couldn't help but jump up. For a long time, he insisted on the contempt for the Veles family, but it disappeared in an instant, sliding to his knees faster than Italy in the war.

The Malfoy family has always been good at judging the situation, he comforted himself in his heart.

"I'm Harry's good friend." He twisted his body, trying to break free from George's restraints. George wouldn't let go, so what could the Slytherin little snake say?

Fred moved closer with the dung ball, and as Draco looked at the thing getting closer and closer, his eyes were focused on it, and he became cross-eyed.

"Hey, stop it, George, let Draco go." Harry woke up at this time. He struggled to get up, but the poison that had been injected into his body had not been completely absorbed, and he just felt limp.

"Listen, listen to me. I'm telling the truth." Draco finally found evidence to prove what he said, broke free, and ran to Harry. Seeing that Harry wanted to get up, he immediately helped Harry up and put a white and soft pillow behind him.

The twins who were so arrogant just now were silent now, and just stood dejectedly in front of Harry.

"We, we," George began, but couldn't say anything. "We found you missing and ran to look for you, but there were too many people there," Fred wanted to finish his words in one breath and wait for Harry's judgment, but he paused.

"So we ran away again and left you so hurt," George continued Fred's second half of the sentence.

Draco beside him was furious. "Don't you call yourselves Gryffindors? Don't you look down on us Slaterins for protecting ourselves? Why are you acting like a coward now? You see your companions in danger and choose to run away?"

When Draco thought that he might never see Harry again, new hatred and old grudges were added to his anger, and he vented his anger at the two people standing there.

The Veles twins lowered their heads even more, but Harry was a little stunned. He didn't remember when he had seen this before, and he didn't think it was right for others to save him.

What's more, in that critical situation, the two brothers had just finished the second grade, and they had not learned any particularly offensive spells in the third grade. He could understand.

The reason why they felt ashamed of this behavior was because of the kindness of the two brothers themselves. Cold-hearted people would never feel guilty towards others for protecting themselves. What's more, they had not been together for a long time, and being able to run back had already proved something.

"Ah! The fact that you were able to run over here proves your courage, and the fact that you chose not to rush in proves your wisdom as Gryffindors. You understand the difference between bravery and recklessness." Harry said with a smile.

At this moment, he sincerely hoped to comfort the two distressed brothers. He looked at Fred, and the pain in his heart eased a little.

Sensing that Draco beside him was still about to speak, he held Draco's hand and signaled him to stop talking.

The Veles brothers raised their heads, their red eyes filled with disbelief. There was no doubt that this answer touched a chord in their hearts.