Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The grass is soft, the bright yellow leaves have just come out, and some red and purple flower buds are swaying when the wind blows.

A couple in Slytherin school uniform stepped on such grass and strolled.

From the Quidditch pitch behind him came the "whoosh" sound of flying broomsticks, and... the sound of arguing gradually started again.

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 following her, and couldn't help turning her head to look at those figures flying around.

"You want to play ball?" Pansy asked.

Malfoy turned to see her looking at him.

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

"Then why are you still out today?" Pan Xi raised her brows and asked a fatal question.

Malfoy did not disappoint everyone. He sighed and said regretfully, "Isn't the right to use the stadium given to Gryffindor College today?"

"Hmm...why didn't you leave?" Malfoy looked at Pansy standing there wonderingly.

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... of course." Malfoy said weakly.

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

Malfoy was confused, and Pansy was angry for some reason.

As for his relationship with Pansy, it was still in a hazy state and had not been determined. Malfoy just felt that it was a happy thing to be with Pansy by his side.

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

"Spring is here, everything is recovering, and it's time for animals to find their mates..." The voice behind Malfoy changed his face.

This nightmarish sound.

"Hey, Malfoy, you are... oh, and Pansy." Harry suddenly realized,

"You still have good eyesight. As long as Pansy doesn't wear makeup, you can barely match her."

Then the girls around him couldn't help laughing.

Pansy, who was a distance ahead, moved his ears and heard Harry's words, and his impression of Harry changed greatly. He 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, flushed on his overly white and tender face: "I, we just come out, come out...to discuss the Plundon return technique created by the Seeker of the Tuthill Tornado team, That's right, that's it."

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

Pansy covered her face.

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

"Then...you have to work hard." Harry said with a look of indescribable expression.

"What are you doing!" Malfoy suddenly frightened - 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.

"Hmph." He put on a look of disdain for explanations, and snorted coldly. It can be said that the dignity of the Malfoy family lies in this one word. Then he quickened his pace, caught up with Pansy, and trotted along holding Pansy's arm, 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 village.

At this time, the streets are 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 a little shopping first?"

They walked toward the Davis-Bans store.

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

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

Everyone has a... very uncomfortable expression on their faces.

Hermione looked up at the word 'shop' on the sign, shook her head and said, "How should I put it, maybe I expected too much, I always imagined that it was Harry's comprehensive wizarding supermarket, with all kinds of products. Selling. But it’s actually just selling magic props.”

Harry said, "So it should be called, Hardware and Wizardry."

Go to the door of Fengya Wizard Clothing Store.

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

Shopping, buying clothes is a standard procedure.

The only thing about wizarding clothes that deserves credit is that they have gone a slightly different way than Muggles.

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

Although there are only a few beautiful clothes, the three women are still very interested in trying on clothes.

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

There was laughter and noise from the girls inside, and Hermione exclaimed, "No need, ha... Zhang Qiu, you..."

Harry said to himself dejectedly: "It's nothing to be wary of villains, even an honest gentleman like me is wary, the trust between people is gone again, alas..."

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

Harry sat in front of her and exclaimed, "As expected of the daughter of Ravenclaw, I don't care about such clothes."

Helena was a little embarrassed: "No, I've memorized all these clothes, and I can conjure up any style I want to wear. I'm a soul."

"Forehead……"

Helena stood up, twirled lightly, and changed into a court-style Lolita dress. Helena lifted the skirt, gave a slight salute, and asked, "Does it look good?"

"nice."

A smile spread across Helena's face.

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

"What did you say?" Helena asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing, eh." Harry sighed desolately.

Even if I have all-powerful magic, I won't be able to turn ghosts into living people after all. (???)

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

She kept looking at Helena with weird eyes.

Just when Harry was considering whether to give a sum of money as payment for copyright fees, the witch came over.

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

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

The female wizard's eyes lit up: "Is it for sale?"

"What?"

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

The female wizard walked around Helena a few times, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she looked: "Look at her figure, her appearance, her size... her temperament is dignified and elegant. If you are our model, the clothes on her body can also Change it casually, just sit in front of this window every day, how much popularity can it attract."

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

The female wizard said firmly: "You can add more money."

Harry took a deep breath: "You capitalist! Even ghosts want her to work for you, vampire! You want peaches."

"Tch, if you don't agree, don't agree." The female wizard 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, a cruel exploiter, who even wants to squeeze the labor of ghosts, bah, shameless." An anger welled up in Harry's heart, "Helena, hurry up and press my temples to explode in anger." gone."

"Yes." Helena acted obediently.

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