Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The grass is soft, the tender yellow leaves have just come out, and some red and purple flower bones are swayed by the wind.

A couple in Slytherin uniforms walked on such grass.

Behind the Quidditch stadium came the "swish" of flying broomsticks, and...the arguing that began gradually.

Pansy didn't listen carefully to what was being said in the sky. She didn't pay attention to these. She only saw the platinum-haired boy who was following her. She couldn't help but look back at the figures flying around.

"Do you want to play ball?" Pansy asked.

Malfoy turned his head and saw that she was looking at him.

Nodded very simply: "Yes, I really want to."

"Then what are you doing out today?" Pansy raised his brows and asked an implicitly fatal question.

Malfoy did not disappoint everyone. He sighed and said with regret: "Isn't this the right to use the stadium today was assigned to Gryffindor Academy."

"Um... why don't you leave?" Malfoy looked at Pansy standing in place with wonder.

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

Malfoy shrank his neck, feeling a bit chilly in the spring breeze today.

"Isn't this... of course." Malfoy said weakly.

Pansy stomped, quickened his pace, and walked away.

Malfoy was confused, wondering why Pansy was angry.

As far as the relationship between him and Pansy is concerned, it is still in a vague state, and has not been determined. Malfoy just thought it was a good thing to be with Pansy by his side.

But Pansy's occasional inexplicable temper tantrum bothered him.

"Spring is here, everything recovers, and it's the season for animals to look for mates..." Malfoy's face changed by the voice behind him.

This nightmare voice.

"Hey, Malfoy, are you...oh, and Pansy." Harry suddenly realized, "Your vision is still good. As long as Pansy doesn't wear makeup, you can barely match her."

Then came the uncontrollable laughter of several girls beside him.

Pansy, who was at a distance in front of him, moved his ear and heard Harry's words, and his impression of Harry was greatly changed. He felt that Harry was not as bad as Malfoy's mouth was at all, he was a good wizard.

Malfoy seemed to have been discovered the most private secret, flushing on his overly fair white face: "I, we just come out and come out... to discuss the Prenton retracement technique created by the Tathill Tornadoes seeker. That's right, that's it."

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

Pansy covered her face.

"Ah, that's it..." Harry's expression was complicated.

"Then...you have to come on." Harry said with a look of hardship.

"What are you doing!" Malfoy suddenly frightened—it turned out that Harry couldn't help but patted Malfoy on the shoulder.

Malfoy thought he was making such a fuss and must be mocked from the bottom of Harry's heart.

"Humph." He snorted with a disdain to explain. It can be said that the dignity of the Malfoy family is all in this word. Then he quickened his pace, caught up with Pansy, took Pansy's arm and trot all the way, even greeted his cousin Astoria.

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

At this time, the street was full of students, strolling on the street, looking at the shop windows, and gathering together to have fun.

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

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

They walked towards the Devis Bans store.

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

After a while, a few of them came out.

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

Hermione looked up at the word'shop' on the sign, shook her head and said, "How to put it, maybe I have too much expectations. I always imagined it as Harry, your comprehensive wizarding supermarket, where everything is available. Selling. But it's actually just selling magic items."

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

Go to the Fengya brand wizard clothing store.

Zhang Qiu, Hermione, and Astoria all agreed to go in.

Shopping, buying clothes is a standard process.

The only commendable thing about the wizard's clothes is that they have taken a different path from the Muggles' style.

In comparison, it was naturally rubbed against the ground by the Muggle fashion industry.

Although there are only a few beautiful clothes, the three girls tried to change clothes with great interest.

Outside the fitting room, Harry fully demonstrated what a qualified boyfriend should have: "Do you need my help? I am very good at unbuttoning some buttons."

Inside, the girl laughed and made noises. Hermione exclaimed, "No need, ha... Zhang Qiu, you..."

Harry drooped and muttered to himself: "It's all about guarding against villains. Even a gentleman like me is also guarding. The trust between people is gone, oh..."

I saw Helena sitting on the soft chair dignified, and the clothes in front of her did not attract her attention at all.

Harry sat in front of her and exclaimed, "As expected, she is the daughter of Ravenclaw. She has a lot of respect for this kind of clothing."

Helena was a little embarrassed: "No, I have written down all these clothes, and I can change the style of what I want to wear. I am the soul."

"amount……"

Helena stood up, turned slightly, and replaced her with a court-style Lolita skirt. Helena picked up the skirt, bowed slightly, and asked, "Does it look good?"

"good looking."

A smile appeared on Helena's face.

Harry touched his nose and whispered, "Unfortunately, it's a ghost."

"What did you say?" Helena asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, alas." Harry sighed lonely.

Even if I have a magical sky, after all, I can't make the ghost alive. (???)

The owner of Fengya brand wizard clothing store, a witch in her thirties.

She kept looking at Helena with a weird look.

Just when Harry was considering whether to pay for the copyright, the witch came over.

"Is this your ghost?" Harry thought the witch seemed to be accusing.

Harry nodded. "This is my family's raised."

The witch's eyes lit up: "Do you sell it?"

"What?"

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

The sorceress circled Helena a few times, and the more she looked, the more she became satisfied: "Look at her figure~www.ltnovel.com~ she looks like this, she is so big... her temperament is dignified and elegant. If we are our model You can change your clothes at will. You only need to sit in front of this window every day. How much popularity can that attract?"

"Do you know who she is? What shop do you think is worthy of her endorsement, you..."

The witch categorically said: "You can add money."

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

"Cut, don't agree if you don't agree." The witch walked away dissatisfied, and looked back at Helena as she walked. The reluctance in her eyes seemed to have lost a cornucopia...

"How can there be such a witch, cruel exploiter, even the ghost labor force wants to squeeze, bah, shamelessly." An anger surged in Harry's heart, "Helena, quickly help me press my temples to explode. Up."

"Yes." Helena acted obediently.

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