Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Harry was exhausted. He opened his eyes and found that he had just taken a nap, and his body had shrunk secretly.

It appears that Snape's potion effects didn't strictly follow 24 hours.

Harry tore off his baggy clothes and put on his old clothes again

Looking at the photos of myself when I grew up, I couldn't help but say: "I will always grow up..."

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The summer vacation is over, and the students are looking forward to returning to Hogwarts.

Harry, carrying his kitten and the handsome eagle and a suitcase, walked through the partition wall of King's Cross Station and arrived at Nine and Three Quarters Station.

He didn't have to be like this, but Hermione and Zhang Qiu had already written to agree.

Anyway, Harry arrived at school early, and there was nothing special, so he agreed.

Harry arrived early, watching the station get more and more crowded, with parents accompanying their children as they boarded the train.

At this time, it is easy to tell which are the first-year freshmen.

It's not just the characteristic of being the youngest, but their looks are completely different from others. Some were nervous, turning their heads all the time, looking around, and clung to their parents.

Not even a sophomore.

Harry had already seen several students of the same grade, who were yelling, whistling, saying hello, and persuasively persuading their parents that they would take care of themselves, before jumping onto the train with their luggage in their hands.

Parents at this time, whether they are ordinary Muggles or pure-blood wizards, are mostly in the same way—teaching their children all kinds of things attentively.

That's how Harry saw Lucius.

The three of them stood together, but most of the talking was Malfoy's mother, Lucius kept a cold face and said nothing, Malfoy lowered his head, a little impatient.

There were a few parents of the students, who probably also worked in the Ministry of Magic, and they talked around Lucius in a kind of fawning manner.

Presumably to say goodbye, Malfoy let out a breath, his face relaxed.

His mother said goodbye, hugged him, and kissed him twice on the cheek.

Malfoy broke free, his small face was a little angry, and he looked guilty to see if anyone he knew saw this scene.

He carried his things, hurried through the crowd, and walked towards the train, but when he looked up, he saw Harry sitting by the window, looking at him with a smile.

Malfoy blushed, turned his head immediately, and walked around.

"Tsk, tsk, children have a heart, and they feel ashamed of their parents' love." Harry sighed.

The time is approaching, more and more people are getting on the train, and noisy sounds are heard on the train.

Harry kept hearing the sound of suitcases bumping against the wooden door, and people kept shouting that they had seen his cat, but they were lost in the crowd. He couldn't help but think of the first time he'd met Hermione last year, when she'd been helping Neville find his pet.

After a while, I heard the senior prefect maintaining order in the train compartment: "Don't squeeze, seniors please go inside, each grade has its own compartment, pay attention to the number on the door plate..."

...

Harry's door was pushed open, and it was Ron who came in. While dragging the box in with great effort, he asked, "Are there any vacancies?"

When he saw Harry sitting inside, he greeted him with a happy face, "Long time no see, Potter."

When Harry was thinking whether to change the room calmly, another word came from the door: "Hey, let me go."

The girl with the brunette squeezed right in. She glanced at Harry and snorted.

Harry was wondering why Hermione was angry when a quiet and soft voice sounded at the door: "Hello, can I go in?"

A girl with black hair and black eyes was holding a small suitcase in both hands, looking into the room.

Ron felt a little apprehensive when he saw Hermione.

Seeing a beautiful Asian girl coming in, I was even more embarrassed, and quickly took out the suitcase halfway through the door.

"Haha, I remembered that Jeff was in front, and he let me pass just now..." Ron almost scrambled away.

"Boom."

The door is closed.

How could the two of them catch up so coincidentally?

After that, every time the Gryffindor students opened the door, they would see a strange look.

The famous Harry Potter, looking at the roof of the car, remained motionless, unrequited.

Two beautiful girls turned their heads at the same time, one gritted his teeth, opened his eyes wide, and the other smiled softly, looking at the door together.

No matter who it was, their hearts tightened, they quickly closed the door and left.

This is the Longtan Tiger's Den.

...

The sound outside is getting less and less, so they should all get into the car and find a place to sit down.

With the sound of two long whistles, the train started slowly.

The train was moving towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with slight bumps.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

A little girl wearing a first-year black magic robe came in.

"May I sit here..." she whispered tremblingly.

She secretly glanced at the three of them, feeling uneasy.

"What my mother said was all lies. She said that the people in the school were very friendly, but they ignored me at all, and didn't even let me sit with them."

When she saw Harry, her eyes were suddenly full of little stars, shining brightly.

This is really a well-behaved and cute little girl. Seeing her flustered expression, Zhang Qiu and Hermione were overwhelmed with sympathy, and decided to take her to the first-year compartment to find her future classmates.

But seeing that her nervous expression suddenly disappeared, she walked to Harry's side happily.

Harry felt that she looked familiar, and after thinking about it for a while, he remembered that he had seen her at the Malfoy's house, and she seemed to come from a pure-blood family.

"Do you remember me?" Harry asked.

She nodded her head like a pounding garlic, showing a simple smile: "I remember, I saw you at Brother Draco's house."

Draco... brother?

As for that Malfoy with his nostrils upturned, there is such a cute girl calling him brother, no, it must be destroyed.

Harry's face darkened, then recovered, and smiled: "Is he related to you by blood?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought: "What is blood relationship?"

"Um, is he born by your mother and father?"

She shook her head like a rattle, grabbed Harry's sleeve nervously and said, "No, no, my mother only has me as a child."

It looks like someone wants to rob her parents.

Harry proceeded step by step: "So, you can't call Draco your brother."

"But it was Papa who made me call him that."

"This... is a kind of etiquette. It just shows that the two families are friendly when they meet. If you continue to call like this, he will call your parents Mom and Dad just like you. Your parents have other children. Maybe I won't love you anymore." Harry said nonsense.

"I don't, I don't...I don't want to call him brother." The little girl cried in fright, and Harry's vision seemed like the end of the world to her.

Unexpectedly, she took it so seriously, Harry hurriedly said: "Okay, Draco will not rob your mother again, your parents will only love you alone."

She stopped her tears and looked at Harry with red and swollen eyes: "Really?"

Harry looked at her seriously: "Of course it's true. If he dares to come over, I'll beat him up and cry."

A few rooms away, Malfoy suddenly sneezed.

"Is Harry laughing at me behind my back? It must be." Malfoy thought again of the embarrassing scene Harry saw just now.

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inside the room.

"What's your name?" Harry asked a little awkwardly, because she seemed to have told him, but forgot, and only remembered that it seemed to be similar to the name of a goddess.

"My name is Astoria Greengrass."

"I'm Harry Potter."

"Then should I call you brother Harry?" Astoria's long eyelashes fluttered.

The word "brother" has such great power, Harry's mind was shaken by the impact. No one has ever called him brother, let alone this from a sweet little angel.

Before Harry could recover, Astoria exclaimed, "No, I can't call you brother. Mom and Dad won't love me anymore."

"puff"

Harry felt stabbed, stabbed himself.

He forced a smile and said, "It's okay, you can call me brother, as long as you don't let your parents know."

Astoria is really too simple.

Her eyes lit up, and she felt that Harry was so right.

In this way, since I have an extra brother, my parents will not be snatched away.

Astoria had a small calculation in her heart and was full of joy.

This is like having a younger sister, Harry couldn't help smiling when he looked at the cute Astoria.

Two dangerous gazes suddenly focused on Harry's face.

Hermione's lips moved, but she didn't make a sound. Harry "heard", it was "Lorizon."

What Zhang Qiu said was: "It's brother~" Then he looked at Harry with a smile.

Harry: "..."

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