The Rebirth of Harry Potter

That morning,

The boys' dormitory woke up unusually early.

Probably due to yesterday's rumors.

Little Neville had been acting strangely since he got up.

Because last night,

Just before going to bed,

Harry had given him a knowing smile.

And now,

That smile was haunting Neville's thoughts.

Breakfast at the Great Hall

As Harry ate,

He stared at Hermione,

His eyes full of admiration.

Merlin was right—

When you eat with a beautiful view,

Your appetite improves.

(For reference, Merlin's original words were:

"When camping, if you're surrounded by beautiful scenery, even the simplest food will taste delicious.")

But Harry shamelessly twisted the meaning,

Thinking, If Merlin were here, he'd definitely agree with me!

(Merlin, meanwhile, was vomiting blood somewhere…)

Hermione, meanwhile,

Was struggling under Harry's intense gaze.

Seriously…

Why didn't I just sit somewhere else?

The Great Hall is huge…

Rolling her eyes, she finally snapped—

"Harry, have you stared enough?"

Harry grinned.

"Of course not—"

"Even a lifetime wouldn't be enough."

Seeing Hermione's flustered expression,

Harry chuckled to himself.

Teasing little schoolgirls was just too fun!

The Plan Begins

After a while, Hermione changed the topic—

"So, when are you planning to start your plan?"

"Why wait? Of course, today!"

"But… have you even discussed it with the professors yet?"

"Nope. But I will, soon enough."

Hermione sighed—

"You told me about this plan days ago, and yet you're only acting now?"

"Are you so sure the professors will agree?"

"It's not like I'm breaking any school rules."

"It's just a small thing."

"Besides, they'll see that I'm doing this for a good cause."

"They won't refuse."

"But… will this really work?"

Harry's expression turned serious—

"Neville is timid, socially awkward, and lacks confidence."

"This is the only way to help him become braver."

"Of course, it won't completely change him overnight."

"But at the very least—"

"It will plant a seed inside him, a seed that will gradually help him grow."

"Actually, even without this plan, I believe Neville will become a great wizard one day."

"All I'm doing is helping him get there a little faster."

Hermione stared at Harry—

"You really think so?"

Harry smiled and nodded.

After all—

When everyone thought he was dead,

It was Neville who stood up to Voldemort.

And in the end,

It was Neville who pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor

And slayed Nagini!

Convincing Professor Flitwick

Harry first went to Charms class to find Professor Flitwick.

After explaining his plan,

Flitwick looked thrilled—

"To think I could be of service to the great Savior Harry Potter!"

"What an honor!"

Harry's face darkened.

He had prepared a whole speech to convince the professor—

But it turned out he didn't even need it.

The Charms Class Incident

That day,

Something strange happened in Charms class.

Professor Flitwick asked Neville a question,

And Neville, as usual,

Stammered nervously, fumbling with his answer.

No one was surprised.

Neville was always like this when he got called on.

Draco snorted,

Smirking at Neville's usual awkwardness.

But then,

Something unexpected happened.

Professor Flitwick,

Looking as if he had just won a million Galleons,

Shouted excitedly—

"Mr. Longbottom has made great progress compared to last time!"

"So, I'm awarding Gryffindor 10 points!"

The class exploded into whispers.

Everyone was confused.

"Since when do you get points just for improving?"

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances,

Then both lowered their heads in embarrassment.

If you're going to give points…

At least come up with a better excuse!

Professor Flitwick raised his eyebrows—

"Now, let's all give Mr. Longbottom a round of applause!"

He clapped enthusiastically.

The students looked at each other in confusion,

But eventually joined in.

Gryffindor students, of course,

Didn't care about the reason—

As long as they gained House points,

It was a victory.

Draco, on the other hand,

Slammed his book on the desk in frustration,

Glaring at one of his own Slytherin classmates,

Who had absentmindedly joined the clapping.

Meanwhile,

Professor Flitwick subtly glanced at Harry,

As if expecting praise.

Harry, however,

Pretended not to see him.