[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

Old stories are slowly passing by, and new stories are quietly being staged.

This time, its beginning still began on a dark and gloomy morning, an ordinary summer weekend in 1991.

That day, the thunderclouds gathered and the dark clouds rolled, and the dark sky seemed to fall down at any time.The fierce wind rattled the windows and upset the residents of Number [-] Privet Drive.

Perhaps, the Dursleys living here would never have imagined that they would have such a guest: the pale and gloomy man pursed his lips. .He stepped in, under the light of the lightning, and in the howling wind, his black robe was billowing, the huge one was like a bat gliding past in the night.

He spoke, his voice penetrated softly into his bones, with a hint of coolness remaining, "I'm looking for Harry Potter."

The Potions Professor's succinct words made the Dursleys react. They exclaimed and cursed. After a chaos like a typhoon passing through, Severus Snape finally led the little troll of the Potter family out. the door.

Our Harry Potter, no, no - you have to put a prefix on him, our time traveler from the future is not at all what he makes out to be.

An 11 year old boy who doesn't know anything - to hell!

If you were fooled by his shaggy hair and big emerald green eyes, you'd be wrong!Innocent and shy - often only exists on the surface, more often our boys are a little naughty.

As the old headmaster once said when his soul was in King's Cross Station, "We have to learn to have some fun, and entertain ourselves when necessary."

Yes, he's not 11-year-old Harry Potter.In fact, he has lived for a long time—a few years, ten years, a hundred years...Harry has been staying at King's Cross Station since he and Voldemort died together. Together with the old headmaster, it seems that he has seen all the vicissitudes of the situation but feels Less than time passes.

He thought it would be like this, and it went on like this.But he didn't expect a surprise, which made him unexpectedly reborn.

Go back to the past and change your destiny.Let the people who love him and the people he loves continue to live in the world, let countless dead souls rest in peace, and even change the history of this world...

Harry glanced at the Potions Master next to him - well, it might have changed a lot, but he didn't feel capable at all of making Snape nice to a Potter.

Don't ask any stupid question and do any stupid thing, keep silent, see and hear.If you want to know something - including his parents, you'd better look through the shrunken after-school books in your pocket - "Modern History of Magic" and "Hogwarts, a School History".

Before coming to Diagon Alley, the Potions Master had warned him so.After that, they spent a whole morning and finally bought most of the things.After lunch, without making any stops, the displeased potion master took the little troll of the Potter family to Ollivander with ease.

The golden signboard on the door has come off, with the store name and introduction written on it.A wand stood alone on a faded purple cushion in a dusty window.When you walk in, the doorbell jingles - and at that moment, the short, thin old man Ollivander rushes out to startle you.

The old man is silent, and likes to talk with his eyes as shallow as the moon.He's usually chatty, too, and has a memory good enough to count all your grandparents' wands.Of course, this is not as good as his other hobby. He likes to be picky about customers, and even praises them as extraordinary talents.

Snape raised his eyebrows impatiently. "I think we're here to buy wands," he reminded.

"Of course, of course." Ollivander obediently said, "Then let's see what kind of wand is suitable for Mr. Potter."

Thus, a new round of selection began.The wooden boxes containing the wands were taken out one by one, and the wands on the chair were piled up little by little to form a hill.

Harry was still a picky customer, no doubt about it.It took a full two hours before he got his wand of destiny amidst Ollivander's excitement and the Potions Master's murderous eyes.

Holly, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long, a marvelous combination.

The moment Harry held it, he felt an unprecedented warmth emanating from his chest. It fit so well and was so satisfying, it was almost like a part of his body, inseparable.Dearest, siblings!

Dazzling sparks spewed out from the tip of the wand, and a phoenix chirped, which greatly surprised Ollivander.

"Amazing...Amazing...It's really amazing!" Without any surprise, the old man began his tirade again, "Two tail feathers from the same phoenix, one made this wand, and the other feather made it. Another wand. You were destined to use this wand, and its brother—its brother gave you that scar."

"Actually, I should have thought of it earlier, didn't I? It belongs to you, an unprecedented fit - I thought I would never see such a scene, the wand and the master chose each other, the perfect partner, the resonance from the soul ..."

"Mr. Potter." Ollivander suddenly raised his voice, "The wand chooses the wizard, but in fact the wizard also chooses the wand... I think you will do something great, just like the one who left you with scars. That person is the same, it's a big deal." He stared at Harry, speaking softly and firmly, "Even—it will be more."

***

It was already evening when Harry and the Potions Professor walked out of the store, and the afterglow of the setting sun softened the hustle and bustle of the commercial street for a day.Ollivander's words had long been forgotten by Harry, because he knew that the old man's favorite thing was to describe every customer who bought a wand as a legend.

He tugged at the corner of the Potions Professor's robe, and smiled shyly, "May I buy an owl, Professor?" He pointed to the nearby pet store, where Hagrid brought out Hyde in the last life. Wei.

"If you can't wait to spend your meager fortune, then yes, Mr. Potter," Snape said stiffly, and finally nodded.

Harry cheered, "Thank you, Professor! I'll be back soon." Saying that, he ran away quickly.

He quickly entered the pet shop, and saw the proud snowfowl among the chirping owls at a glance.Little Princess Hedwig held her head up, standing motionless on the stand, her amber eyes turned curiously at the boy.

"Hi, girl, we meet again." Harry said with a smile, he pampered Hedwig's head, picked up the owl stand and planned to go to the front desk to pay.

But at this moment, a baby boy's voice made him stop, [They are all a bunch of boring people] said the voice, and sighed with emotion.

【who? 】Harry turned his head curiously, and coiled a small purple snake in a small cage beside it, with a diamond-shaped golden mark on its forehead.Slender, graceful and full of mystery.

Generally speaking, pet shops don't have snakes, and no wizard other than a snake whisperer can tame them well.But there are also some merchants who sell some beautiful snake species to the nobles as ornamental objects.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" said a drawn voice behind him.Harry turned his head quickly to find the platinum-haired boy looking at him.With a pale complexion and a pointed chin, he raised his face arrogantly, as if everyone should be inferior.Harry thought he couldn't remember what an 11-year-old Draco looked like, but in fact he had already firmly imprinted this guy in his mind, and he also deeply understood that Draco at this time was a A complete little bastard.

"Hey," said the boy who was watched, "you also went to Hogwarts?"

Harry nodded.

"That's right." Draco said, nodding his chin with an expression I already knew, "Of course, me too. I can't think of anything unexpected and we'll be classmates, as long as they don't sort me into Any house other than Slytherin. By the way—” the boy draws out, “what kind of pet do you want? I think this snake would be fine. I don't understand why they only allow stupid things like toads and mice Animals, if it were me, I would have to ask my dad to buy me a snake and then sneak it in."

Harry was a little familiar with what he said. He remembered that Draco left a bad impression on himself when they first met.From Harry's point of view at the time, Draco Malfoy, like Dudley, was a spoiled brat.Not only hates, but also likes to talk with his nose.

But now, Harry knew for sure that the little villain just wanted to talk to him.Of course, how could the noble Malfoy put himself down in front of a boy who looked like a bastard?

The young master of the Malfoy family talked a lot out of words, and in the end, the owner of the shop couldn't hold on anymore.He walked to the side of the two, and said cautiously, "Master Malfoy, what do you like? We just got a golden eagle here, if you—"

"I'll watch it myself." Draco said lazily, raising his pale golden eyebrows with a domineering look.He seemed to realize that he should choose a pet, so he quickly glanced around the store with disgusted eyes, although he was still reluctant to part with the snake in front of him, but——

"Just this one."

The aloof platinum nobleman chose a snowbird, which was Harry's Hedwig.

This made the black-haired and blue-eyed boy have to argue, "This is what I saw first." He emphasized.

"Really?" Draco said nonchalantly, "Now it's mine." The implication is that Master Malfoy has taken a fancy to your bird! (Seriously, don't laugh!)

What a—a complete bastard!

Harry sneered, his mouth drawn into a straight line, he watched Malfoy take the owl from the flattering shopkeeper, and before he left, he still showed off to him arrogantly, "For the sake of you liking it so much , then I'll let you name it."

This, this is really—Harry took a deep breath and told himself not to argue with an 11-year-old kid, especially if this person is your future partner, oh—!Fuck you little bastard, the blue-eyed boy opened his mouth, trying to calm himself down after weighing the pros and cons, "Hedwig, it's called Hedwig." He said angrily.After glaring at the platinum boy, he walked out first.

Outside the door, the setting sun just happened to dye the entire sky red.If it hadn't been for this mess, Harry would have appreciated a thing or two - but, now his mind is completely filled with Draco's asshole behavior - and he didn't even realize that, unfortunately, he was caught There was a little snake.

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Two chapters in one.

Recently, I can edit the text, not the content, not the plot, I only focus on language expression, and slow heat. . . . .

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