The Rebirth of Harry Potter

Until now, Harry had thought that there was no girl at Hogwarts more beautiful than Hermione.

After all, Hermione was the princess of Gryffindor, and even the Patil twins, known for their beauty, couldn't quite compare to her.

But at this moment, right in front of him, was a girl who was every bit Hermione's equal—

Both in appearance and presence.

But what caught Harry's attention the most was something else—

She was Asian.

Her long black hair and dark eyes made that undeniably clear.

The moment Harry saw her face, an unexpected warmth spread through his chest.

It was a strange, bittersweet feeling, yet at the same time, filled with joy.

Having spent a fair amount of time at Hogwarts, Harry had already come to understand just how diverse the student body was—

There were students from Britain, America, India, Australia, Venice…

Yet, in all this time, he had never once seen another face from the East.

And so, at this moment—

As he suddenly encountered someone with the most familiar skin tone he had ever known—

His eyes almost turned misty.

(Luo Bei: I said 'misty,' not 'Abbess'...)

Without even realizing it, Harry had already walked over to her side.

The girl hadn't noticed him, and Harry made no effort to disturb her.

Finally, she paused for a moment.

She blinked, giving her tired eyes a short rest, and then gently closed her book.

That single movement shattered the serene atmosphere that had surrounded her just moments before.

It was only then that she noticed the tall boy standing beside her.

Had he been there this whole time…?

She thought she had sensed something nearby while reading, but could it have been him?

She lifted her head and looked at him curiously.

The boy stood as straight as a pine tree, his posture strong yet relaxed.

His shoulder-length black hair flowed naturally, its silky sheen reflecting the dim light like polished obsidian.

His features were striking—

A blend of Western sharpness and Eastern softness, like a warrior carved from stone yet touched by the gentle elegance of an artist's brush.

His thin lips carried a subtle, ever-present smile.

But what truly captivated her were his eyes.

His emerald green gaze was bright and piercing,

Like two glowing embers, shimmering with an unspoken intensity.

In the dim lighting of the library, they seemed almost luminescent,

As if radiating a soft glow, drawing people in, impossible to ignore.

The girl couldn't find a single flaw in him.

He must be someone girls adore, she thought.

What neither of them knew—

Was that the impression they had of each other was almost exactly the same.

From the very first glance, the girl felt an unexpected sense of familiarity.

His features were indistinguishable from those of a mixed-blood, making him feel oddly close to home.

But then she noticed the silver markings on his forehead—

And in an instant, she understood.

She knew exactly who he was.

The famous Harry Potter.

The great Savior of the Wizarding World.

Because they belonged to different houses and different years,

Their class schedules and daily routines rarely overlapped.

Running into each other was a rare occurrence.

After all, their worlds barely intersected at all.

Still, she had often heard her classmates talk about Harry Potter.

Sometimes, a student who happened to see him would rush back, eager to share the story with everyone.

That was how she had come to recognize Harry's most distinctive feature.

Curiosity was only natural.

She had wondered what Harry Potter was like.

But as for going out of her way to visit the first-year section just to see him—

She was far too reserved for that.

Besides—

That would be rude, wouldn't it?

Harry Potter wasn't some exotic creature in a zoo,

He was just an eleven-year-old boy.

Even if he had defeated Voldemort, that didn't change the fact that he was still just a child—

One who had yet to fully grow into his own mind and heart.

Being watched by so many people all the time…

It must be uncomfortable, right?

At least, that's what she had always thought.

But now, seeing Harry up close for the first time, she realized she was wrong.

Because those calm, bright green eyes told her one thing—

He was mature.

Suddenly, Cho felt a twinge of regret.

If she had known earlier that Harry Potter was this kind of person,

She would have gone to see him much sooner—

Maybe even pinched his cute little face while she was at it.

(Harry: (⊙o⊙) …)

The girl spoke in a soft voice—

"You're Harry Potter, right?"

Even though she already knew, conversations still needed a starting point, after all.

"Yes. And you?"

Harry's gaze lingered on her beautiful face.

She hesitated for a second, then said shyly—

"I'm Cho Chang. From Ravenclaw. I come from China."

And at that moment—

Harry froze.

Cho Chang.

Wait. This wasn't a joke, right?

How is she showing up already?!

Cho immediately noticed Harry's unusual reaction.

"Is something wrong? Is there something strange about my name?"

She tilted her head in confusion.

Harry let out a weird yelp, clenched his fists,

And his face flushed bright red with excitement.

He practically shouted—

"Are you really Cho Chang?! From China?!"

Cho began to worry about Harry's mental state—

Because, at this moment, he didn't seem very normal.

"Yes," Cho said firmly, nodding.

Harry couldn't hold it in any longer.

His arms flailed wildly, and then—

As if just now realizing something—

He suddenly pulled Cho into a hug.

A very tight hug.

Cho was completely startled.

But after a moment, she calmed herself down—

"It's fine," she reassured herself.

"Maybe this is just how British people show excitement when meeting someone new…"

Since Harry hadn't done anything inappropriate,

Cho decided to let him hold her.

Her head leaned gently against his warm chest.

For some reason—

It felt… safe.

Aside from my father…

This is the first boy to ever hold me like this…

Her heart began to race uncontrollably.

Once Harry's brain cooled down and the rush of excitement faded,

He finally realized what he was doing—

He was hugging Cho Chang.

Oh no.

Not just hugging her—

Holding onto her tightly.

This is bad.

He had just met her and already made a terrible first impression.

He could practically see it coming—

Cho pushing him away in anger,

Then slapping him across the face with an eighteen-hit combo.

But—

That didn't happen.

Instead, Cho remained still in his arms.

She didn't push him away.

She didn't slap him.

She simply rested quietly against his chest.

Of course.

Because she was Cho Chang.

Always so quiet.

Always so gentle.

Her eyes remained closed,

And a soft smile played at her lips,

As if she were lost in a beautiful thought.

Harry instinctively ran his fingers through her silky black hair,

A tenderness rising from deep within him.

His arms tightened slightly,

Pulling her closer.

Author's Notes (Luo Bei's Rant on Cho Chang) 1. Clarifying Cho Chang's Timeline

✅ Cho's appearance now is completely in line with the original books.

✅ There was a common misconception that she was a year younger than Harry.

✅ This was due to a scene in the movie where Harry sees Cho smiling at him in the Great Hall on his first day.

✅ But according to the books, she's actually a year older.

2. Misunderstandings About Cho Chang

🚨 Many fans wrongly blame Cho for breaking up with Harry.

🚨 They assume she betrayed Dumbledore's Army under Veritaserum.

🚨 That's actually from the movie.

✅ The truth is different.

✅ It was actually her best friend, Marietta Edgecombe, who betrayed the group.

✅ Marietta's family was pressured by the Ministry of Magic, so she revealed the secret to protect them.

✅ Because of Hermione's jinx, Marietta was cursed with 'Sneak' written on her face.

💔 Naturally, Cho defended her friend, which led to a fight with Hermione.

💔 In the end, that argument was what pushed her away from Harry.

3. The Real Reason Behind the Breakup

🖤 The most painful part? Cedric Diggory.

💔 During Harry and Cho's Valentine's Day date in Hogsmeade,

💔 She suddenly asked if Cedric had ever spoken about her before he died.

💔 Then, she started crying over Cedric.

🚨 That was the real problem.

🚨 Between Harry and Cho, Cedric was always there.

🔮 As Merlin once said:

"The dead can never be defeated."

(Luo Bei: (⊙o⊙) …)

4. Harry's Mistake

✅ Cho wasn't crying because she loved Cedric more.

✅ She was crying because she felt guilty for moving on.

✅ She thought it made her a horrible person.

🧠 A mature Harry could have comforted her properly.

🔥 He could have pulled her close and told her to stop overthinking it.

💪 He could have reassured her that it was okay to be happy again.

🚀 If he had done that, their relationship might have lasted.

💀 But no.

💀 Canon Harry was an idiot.

💀 A complete idiot.

💖 Personally, I really, really like Cho Chang.

📢 I need more people to appreciate her!