Harry Potter Reborn

The grass is soft, the bright yellow leaves have just sprouted, and there are also some red and purple flowers that sway when the wind blows.

A couple in Slytherin uniforms walked on such grass.

The sound of flying broomsticks swooshing through the air could be heard from the Quidditch pitch behind them, and... the sounds of quarrels gradually started again.

Pansy didn't listen carefully to what was being said in the sky. She didn't pay attention to it. She only saw the boy with platinum hair following her. She couldn't help but look back to see those figures flying around.

"You want to go play ball?" Pansy asked.

Malfoy turned around and saw her looking at him.

He nodded simply: "Yes, I really want to."

"Then why are you out today?" Pansy raised her eyebrows and asked a potentially fatal question.

Malfoy did not disappoint everyone. He sighed with regret: "Isn't it true that the right to use the stadium was given to Gryffindor House today?"

"Well... why don't you leave?" Malfoy looked at Pansy standing there in confusion.

Pansy smiled slightly: "So, if Gryffindor didn't apply to use the stadium today, and Professor Snape didn't force him to train today, would you still choose to train?"

Malfoy shrank his neck, feeling that today's spring breeze was a bit chilly.

"Isn't this... natural?" Malfoy said weakly.

Pansy stamped her feet, quickened her pace, and walked away.

Malfoy was confused and didn't know why Pansy was angry.

As for his relationship with Pansy, it was still in a hazy state and had never been determined. Malfoy just felt that being with Pansy by his side was a happy thing.

But it was Pansy's occasional inexplicable tantrums that troubled him.

"Spring is here, everything revives, and it's the season when animals are looking for mates..." The voice behind him made Malfoy's expression change.

This nightmarish sound.

"Hey, Malfoy, you are... oh, with Pansy." Harry suddenly realized, "You still have good taste. As long as Pansy doesn't wear makeup, you can barely match her."

This was followed by uncontrollable laughter from several girls around him.

Pansy, who was some distance ahead, twitched her ears and heard Harry's words. Her impression of Harry changed greatly. She felt that Harry was not as bad as Malfoy said, and he was obviously a good wizard.

Malfoy seemed to have been discovered the most private secret, and a flush appeared on his overly fair face: "I, we just came out, came out... to discuss the Prenton copy technique pioneered by the seeker of the Tuthill Tornadoes,

That’s right, that’s it.”

Not knowing where the courage came from, Malfoy became very brave. He puffed up his chest and looked into Harry's eyes: "Wait and see, I will use this trick to defeat Gryffindor."

Pansy covered her face.

"Ah, so..." Harry's expression was complicated.

"Then...you have to work harder." Harry looked at a loss for words.

"What are you doing!" Malfoy suddenly said in shock - it turned out that Harry couldn't help but patted Malfoy on the shoulder.

Malfoy felt that Harry must be laughing at him for making such a fuss.

"Huh." He pretended to be disdainful to explain, and snorted coldly. It can be said that the dignity of the Malfoy family is contained in this word. Then he quickened his pace, caught up with Pansy, and took Pansy's arm and trotted along.

, not even bothering to say hello to his cousin Astoria.

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"Well...where do you want to go?" Harry asked briskly after entering Hogsmeade.

At this time, the streets were full of students, walking around, looking at shop windows, and gathering together to have fun.

"I don't care." Zhang Qiu said calmly.

Hermione said: "Well...how about going to the store first?"

They walked toward the DeVos-Bans store.

This magic equipment shop sells repair tools and provides a variety of magic props and equipment, such as Quidditch match props, anti-monster eyes, and memory balls.

After walking around for a while, a few of them came out.

Everyone has a...very unpleasant expression on their face.

Hermione looked up at the word 'shop' on the sign, shook her head and said, "How should I put it, maybe my expectations were too high. I always imagined that it was Harry's comprehensive wizard supermarket, with all kinds of products.

Selling. But actually it’s just selling magic items.”

Harry said: "So it should be renamed, Hardware and Magic Shop."

Walk to the door of Fengya Wizard Clothing Store.

Zhang Qiu, Hermione, and Astoria all expressed their intention to go in.

When shopping, buying clothes is a standard process.

The only thing worthy of praise about wizards' clothes is that they have taken a slightly different style from Muggles.

In comparison, she is naturally being rubbed against the ground by the Muggle fashion world.

Although there were only a few beautiful clothes, the three girls still tried on clothes with great interest.

Outside the fitting room, Harry fully demonstrated what a qualified boyfriend should be like: "Do you need my help? I'm very good at unbuttoning certain clothes."

There were sounds of laughter and play from the girls inside, and Hermione exclaimed: "No need, ha... Zhang Qiu, you..."

Harry said to himself dejectedly: "It's enough to be wary of villains. Even a gentleman like me is wary of him. The trust between people is gone again. Alas..."

Helena was seen sitting dignifiedly on a soft chair, and the clothes in front of her did not attract her attention at all.

Harry sat in front of her and praised: "As expected of a daughter of Ravenclaw, she looks down upon such clothes as nothing."

Helena was actually a little embarrassed: "No, I have memorized all these clothes. I can wear them in any style I want. I am the soul."

"Forehead……"

Helena stood up, turned around slightly, and changed into a palace-style Lolita skirt. Helena picked up the skirt, bowed slightly, and asked: "Does it look good?"

"nice."

A smile broke out on Helena's face.

Harry touched his nose and muttered in a low voice: "It's a pity it's a ghost."

"What did you say?" Helena asked confused.

"Nothing, ugh." Harry sighed lonely.

Even if my magic reaches the sky, so what, after all, I can't make the ghost become a living person. (???)

The owner of Fengya Wizard Clothing Store is a wizard in his thirties.

She kept looking at Helena with strange eyes.

Just when Harry was considering whether to give money as payment for the copyright fee, the wizard came over.

"Is this your ghost?" Harry felt as if the wizard was accusing him.

Harry nodded: "This is one raised by my family."

The wizard's eyes lit up: "Are you selling it?"

"What?"

The wizard explained: "I mean, can we cooperate? Let her be a model in our clothing store."

The wizard circled Helena several times, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she became: "Look at her figure, her appearance, her size... She has a dignified and elegant temperament. If she becomes our model, her clothes will look good.

Change it at will, just sit in front of this window every day, how many people can you attract?"

"Do you know who she is? Which store do you think is worthy of her endorsement? You..."

The wizard said categorically: "You can add more money."

Harry took a deep breath: "You capitalist! Even the ghost wants her to work for you, vampire! Go ahead and peach."

"Tch, if you don't agree, just agree." The wizard walked away dissatisfied. As he walked, he looked back at Helena. The reluctance in her eyes was as if she had lost a cornucopia...

"How can there be such a witch, a cruel exploiter, who even wants to squeeze the ghost's labor force, bah, shameless." Harry felt a surge of anger in his heart, "Helena, hurry up and press your temples for me, I'm going to explode with anger.

Already."

"Yes." Helena acted obediently.

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