Harry Potter Reborn

The room was in chaos.

When Zhang Qiu, who was neatly dressed, opened the door and shouted: "Get up quickly, we are going to miss the train."

Harry subconsciously grabbed the soft thing in his hand and squeezed it again.

"Hmm~~" A chestnut wavy head shook his head and took away his mischievous hand.

Zhang Qiu saw the clothes scattered on the ground, and some obscene pictures appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but blush.

Harry lazily said: "If we don't have to take the train, we can actually continue to "exercise" until the evening, and it won't be too late to apparate to Hogwarts by then."

A young naked blonde girl sat up, her long hair falling on her chest. She rubbed her blurred eyes and said, "Sister Zhang Qiu, what time is it now?"

Zhang Qiu exclaimed, quickly walked to Astoria and put the clothes on her.

"Astoria, don't be so... defenseless in front of Harry!" Zhang Qiu said sternly.

Astoria smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, Harry has watched it many times anyway."

Zhang Qiu was a little helpless.

"How could I fall in love with you, bastard, bastard, bastard?" Zhang Qiu said angrily to Harry: "I must be controlled by your curse, right? Merlin, I have to find a way to lift the curse..."

Harry reached out and pulled Zhang Qiula to the bed, hugged her waist, left a lot of saliva on her face, and said seriously: "Maybe, because I am a good person."

Zhang Qiu stood up with support, straightened his hair, recited a spell, and a jet of water fell on Harry's head: "Please wake up, if you are a good person, then there will be no bad guys in the world."

…

After the four people finished sorting.

There were suitcases of various sizes stacked at my feet, as well as an owl cage.

"Is there anything else I forgot to bring? It's gone." Harry said to himself.

A snow-white figure slipped in through the crack in the door. She stood on the carpet, raised her head and looked at the four boys and girls who were ready to go, and said angrily: "Stupid Harry, you are leaving, and you have forgotten this master."

After that, he licked his pink palm and smoothed his hair.

Cats are very clean creatures.

Harry smiled and bent down, stretched out his arms, and the little cutie immediately climbed onto Harry's shoulders.

"Did you gain weight during the summer vacation?" Harry tapped the cute little nose.

"What did you say!" The little cutie opened her eyes wide and raised her tail, looking very angry: "Don't ever think that this master has given you the qualification to hold me again."

The little cutie jumped into Zhang Qiu's arms, and Zhang Qiu quickly caught her.

Harry didn't take it seriously. Anyway, after a while, the little cutie would come over arrogantly and apologize for his disrespect.

"Then let's set off." Harry said.

Afterwards, the four of them disappeared into the room of the Leaky Cauldron. Next door to them, Fleur was still sleeping soundly.

…

The deep blue sky, the steam of the train, the noisy conversation.

A 9 3/4 stop sign hangs high above the head.

The platform was crowded with students and their families who were saying goodbye, and some first-year freshmen looked at the older wizards who were smiling calmly around them with curiosity and fear.

"How should I put it? The smell of the campus is quite comfortable and reassuring," Harry said.

A strange wizard with long braids looked at the newspaper: "Merlin, this is really a miracle..."

"Who says it isn't?" a parent who was sending his child off said.

Hermione noticed that many wizards seemed to be discussing a certain hot event, so she ran to the platform guard room, where there was a window selling the day's goods and some small supplies.

After a while, she came back holding the newspaper: "I can't imagine that Neville's family is like this. No wonder his personality is like that in school, but it's better now..."

The front page of the newspaper was a smiling photo of Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, introducing their glorious deeds. The Ministry of Magic deliberately took this opportunity to promote the Ministry's purpose of always serving wizards.

Newspapers and periodicals move very quickly. What happened just last night was printed early this morning. It must have been a lot of overtime work.

At this moment, two students appeared on the wall connecting the Muggle and wizarding worlds.

There were no parents accompanying them.

Both of them were wearing Slytherin uniforms. The boy had shiny platinum hair, and the girl had short black hair.

"Huh? That's... Pansy?" Hermione said doubtfully.

There is no doubt that the boy is Draco Malfoy, but the girl next to him is hardly reminiscent of Pansy.

Pansy's image has always been that of wearing heavy make-up to pretend to be mature, thick eyeshadow, black lips that look like they were painted with poison, a mocking expression at every turn, chewing something in her mouth, and the serious school uniform on her body, which also became a campus

Shota girl.

But now her appearance has changed. There is no bright pastel on her face, revealing a clean face, and her short and neat hair adds a touch of simplicity.

In fact, Pansy's change was due to some indirect influence from Harry.

First of all, Crabbe and Goyle, the strong-limbed and simple-minded members of the Malfoy quartet, left them. Without the pair of vicious dogs and protective walls, this could, to a certain extent, curb the evil words of Malfoy and Pansy.

OK.

Then, there is Malfoy himself, who has always been afraid of Harry. Not only will he not provoke Harry at every turn, he himself has also restrained himself a lot and accelerated his mental growth.

The most important point is that under the influence of Harry's butterfly wings, the entire wizarding world took on a new look. The highly respected Dumbledore became the leader of the Ministry of Magic, and dark wizards, Voldemort, Death Eaters and the like were

The sweepers became street rats. This was a phenomenon that had never happened in more than a thousand years. Some were re-enacted, and the status of Muggles became higher. This quietly affected all wizards, including the former ones.

A family of pretentious pure-blood wizards.

For example, Pansy's parents, when she was young, they talked about bloody black magic at home without scruples, or showed that they treated Muggle life like ants. But now they will never do that again.

.

All of these are slowly affecting Pansy's character development, making her gradually break away from the arrogant and somewhat gloomy state she was raised in her pure-blood family when she first started school.

…

"Malfoy, I haven't seen you for a while." Harry took the initiative to greet him.

Pansy noticed Malfoy shaking violently.

"Ah ha, yes." Malfoy was cursing in his mind. He had already lowered his head and was about to go around, but he was stopped by Harry.

"Well, prefect badge? Not bad." Harry patted Malfoy's shoulder like an elder, with a satisfied look on his face: "Very energetic."

Then he kindly straightened the serpentine prefect badge of Slytherin House on Malfoy's chest: "Come on, do your best, I'm optimistic about you."

But Malfoy had goosebumps. For some reason, the more Harry smiled brightly at him, the more he felt a deep malice.

He shivered, said "uh" and "ah" twice, and pulled Pansy and ran onto the train.

He didn't even say hello to his cousin Astoria.

"Look how you scared that child." Hermione said speechlessly.

Well, Hermione called Malfoy "that kid", and she unknowingly regarded Malfoy as a child like her younger generation.

Malfoy pulled Pansy all the way into the prefect's box and breathed a sigh of relief.

He had a feeling that Harry was playing with him all the time. No matter whether he was irritable or quiet, Harry would always put his hand on his head with a smile, like playing with a little pet.

This feeling was so terrifying that he couldn't help but feel deeply regretful. Something was wrong with him back then, so he had to talk to Harry, only to be targeted by this demon. He was really arrogant.

…

The whistle reminded everyone to get on the train. The students standing on the platform began to board the train in a hurry.

"Child, get in the car quickly, and remember to write a letter..." parents told their children one after another.

"That's good to know."

"Let's find a private room first," Zhang Qiu said.

"Of course, don't make my wives tired." Harry chuckled.

Although Harry's voice was very quiet, only a few of them heard it.

But Zhang Qiu and Hermione still had their faces flushed and their eyes wandering, worried about being overheard.

Zhang Qiu lowered his head and walked in front without saying a word. Hermione glared at Harry: "Pervert, hooligan."

The private rooms were opened one after another. They were either full or not large enough to accommodate four more people. Of course, it was impossible for the four of them to be separated.

"Bang."

The four students in the room looked towards the door.

"Harry Potter!" a girl screamed.

"You..." A red-haired girl stood up, her face flushed, and the rest of the words, "Are you looking for a place?" were not spoken yet.

Harry smiled faintly and closed the car door.

"Oh my God, Harry Potter is so handsome."

"That smile he just made, Merlin, made my heart melt. Ginny, what about you? Don't you also like Harry Potter?"

Ginny sat down with a sad expression.

…

"Harry, it seems that the little girl from the Weasley family is really interested in you. That look in her eyes, tsk tsk, if I were a man..." Hermione said in a weird tone.

Harry smiled slightly and didn't take it to heart: "It's a pity that I am the man she can't get."

Even Zhang Qiu couldn't help laughing: "Harry, you... are too narcissistic."

As if sensing something, Harry opened a door and said, "Let's stay here."

Inside, a girl with light blond hair looked at Harry in astonishment.

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