The Rebirth of Harry Potter

"I'm rich. I do what I want. I endorse myself!"

The Apothecary: A Nightmare for the Nose

Next stop—the apothecary.

And dear Merlin, did it reek.

The stench was so intense it could knock someone unconscious.

It was worse than fermented sauerkraut—a true assault on the senses.

The place was filthy.

The shelves were filled with jars of tails, tongues, feathers, dried herbs, and strange, bubbling potions.

Harry held his breath, quickly grabbed ten times the standard amount of required potion ingredients, and fled the scene.

"Bloody hell, is this even a place meant for humans?"

The Final Items: A Wand and a Pet

With almost everything checked off his list, only two things remained—

A wand and a pet.

First, Harry headed toward the owl emporium.

An Unexpected Discovery

The moment he entered, dozens of owls turned to stare at him.

Harry flinched.

He wasn't expecting that.

Then, his eyes landed on a black cage in the corner—

It was significantly larger than the others.

Curious, Harry turned to the shopkeeper.

"What's in that cage?"

The shopkeeper glanced at it and sighed.

"You see, owls are the most prestigious and practical pets in the wizarding world.

They're intelligent, understand human speech, and deliver letters."

"But personally, I think owls will be replaced eventually."

"So, I captured and trained a young eagle from the mountains, just to see if it would be popular."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"This guy actually has a business mindset? A wizard with innovation? Now that's rare."

"And? How did it go?"

The shopkeeper sighed.

"My face still hurts."

Harry: (⊙_⊙;) …

"…So, I take it there's a problem?"

"Oh, yes. A very big problem," the shopkeeper said, defeated.

Harry's excitement dimmed.

When he first heard "eagle", he had been thrilled.

After all, he only found a few owls to be actually good-looking.

(Author's Note: So it all comes down to looks, huh?)

But an eagle?

No doubt about it—pure majesty.

Having an eagle instead of an owl in a world where everyone used owls?

That would instantly boost his image by several tiers!

"Damn… what a waste."

Still, he casually asked,

"What's the issue?"

The shopkeeper's expression turned serious.

"It's—expensive."

Harry nearly coughed up blood.

Then, he marched up to the cage, snorted, and declared—

"Expensive? Please. I'm so poor, the only thing I have left is money!"

"Open it up! Let me see for myself!"

The shopkeeper looked conflicted.

"Should I say—I simply cannot comply?"

With a whoosh, the black cloth was lifted.

Inside, perched like a king, was a magnificent eagle.

Its eyes were sharp, radiating dominance.

This was a true ruler of the skies.

Its body was covered in sleek black feathers, with a majestic white neck.

And, most importantly—

It was massive.

Standing tall enough to reach Harry's thigh, it was easily larger than any owl.

Harry's eyes sparkled.

His jaw went slack.

He was drooling.

(Author's Note: Is… is he planning to eat it?)

"Sold," Harry said calmly.

The shopkeeper blinked.

"…What?"

It seemed like he hadn't fully processed what just happened.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

For two whole days, he had tried to sell this eagle.

Many people had been interested—

Until they heard the price.

Then, they had all backed out instantly.

He had given up hope.

Yet here was Harry, buying it without hesitation.

"How much?" Harry asked.

The shopkeeper hesitated, then began his sales pitch.

"Well, you see… this is the first messenger eagle in the wizarding world.

It has a lifespan three times that of a regular owl.

It is highly intelligent.

It is exceptionally handsome.

It is—"

Harry's expression darkened.

"Enough. Just give me the price."

The shopkeeper laughed nervously.

Then, in a dramatic voice, he said,

"My dear customer, your bones are extraordinary, your talent unmatched!

Your forehead is broad, and your face is regal—you are truly a dragon among men!

So—"

"So… you're giving it to me for free?"

"Uh, no. I am offering you a special VIP discount—only 99% of the original price!"

He beamed as if he were making a great sacrifice.

Harry: "Go to hell."

"Wait, wait! Final offer!

98% of the price! No, 97%!

Ah, you have such a sincere aura—fine, 96%!"

The shopkeeper spoke faster than an auctioneer.

Harry stared at him.

There was no trace of Chinese blood in this man.

And yet—

His bargaining tactics were suspiciously familiar.

"Why don't you just say, 'Not 998 Galleons! Not 898! Only 799 Galleons!'"

"Seriously, what is this—a TV shopping channel?!"

"This guy is unreal…"

The shopkeeper swallowed hard and finally declared,

"Final price—75 Galleons!"

His whole body shuddered, as if parting with his soul.

Harry finally understood why no one had bought it.

An ordinary owl cost 10 to 15 Galleons.

But this eagle?

Seven times that price.

Unless someone was filthy rich and brain-dead, no one would actually buy it.

Lucky for him—

Harry was exactly that person.

Seven times the price.

To put it in perspective—

Imagine you were supposed to have seven breathtakingly beautiful girlfriends, but now you can only have one!

Got it now?

(Author's Note: What a powerful analogy!)

Without hesitation, Harry pulled out seventy Galleons, tossed them to the shopkeeper, and walked out.

He didn't even look back.

Hagrid carried the eagle's cage, while the shopkeeper hurriedly stashed away the Galleons, afraid Harry might change his mind.

A Quick Snack Break

On the way, Harry stopped by a sweet shop and bought two giant ice creams—

One for himself, one for Hagrid.

As they walked, Harry licked his ice cream and asked curiously,

"I just spent a ton of money on this pet, and you didn't even try to stop me. Why?"

Hagrid took a massive bite—

In one go, a third of his ice cream was gone.

Then, he muttered,

"That eagle… is a very rare species."

Harry instantly understood.

When it came to magical creatures, Hagrid's IQ dropped to negative levels.

Exhibit A:

Hagrid once traded the secret to getting past a three-headed dog—

For a dragon egg.

Sure, he had been drunk at the time, but still…

Harry Spots Another Pet Shop

As they passed another pet store, Harry suddenly heard a series of cute meows from inside.

His legs stopped moving.

Harry loved cats.

Who doesn't?

Cats were adorable.

But then he remembered—

Hogwarts only allows one pet.

(Author's Note: See Chapter 3 for details.)

Students could bring a toad, a cat, or an owl.

Most people chose owls.

However, Harry felt that choosing an owl didn't really count as having a pet.

Owls were more like assistants than companions.

If he was only allowed one pet, but it didn't feel like a pet—

What was the point?

He sighed.

"What should I do?"

Then, an idea struck him.

He turned to Hagrid.

"Hagrid, I want to bring two pets to Hogwarts. Is there a way to do that?"

Hagrid didn't reject the idea immediately.

Instead, he thought about it.

(Author's Note: Scary… Hagrid actually thinking? Poor Hagrid—getting roasted for no reason.)

Finally, Hagrid replied,

"Normally, no. But in your case, you might be an exception."

Harry smirked.

"See? This is what happens when you're handsome."

(Author's Note: …I'm losing blood here…)

"You could write a letter to Dumbledore," Hagrid suggested.

"I don't think he'd say no."

Harry grinned.

"Awesome!"

Meow Meows are too cute to pass up!

The Pet Shop

Harry walked inside, eager to find his new feline friend.

Hagrid, however, stayed outside.

He hated the sound of cats meowing.

That in itself was strange.

Hagrid loved all magical creatures—

He found giant spiders adorable, and thought a three-headed dog was cute—

But when it came to actual adorable creatures like cats?

He couldn't stand them.

"Did he have some kind of childhood trauma with cats?"

Then, another thought hit Harry.

"Wait… wasn't Professor McGonagall's Animagus form a cat?"

"Could it be…?"

Outside, Hagrid suddenly sneezed violently.

"Huh… It's summer, so why do I feel like I'm catching a cold?"

The Cutest Cat in the World

A short while later, Harry emerged from the pet shop—

Carrying a small cardboard box in his arms.

Inside was a pure white kitten.

Its big, watery blue eyes were like a clear sky, or the endless ocean.

It let out tiny meows, stretching its little paws, licking them before grooming itself.

It was too cute.

Absolutely, undeniably adorable.

This was the most precious kitten in the entire store.

And the price?

Well—

Let's just say you only need to know the word "most" to understand.

(Author's Note: I love cats. When I first read the original book, I was heartbroken that Hagrid didn't get Harry a cat. It made no sense! Owls aren't really pets—they can't stay with you all the time, and they aren't cuddly. So I added this detail—Harry gets a cat.)

Author's Musings

Writing this book requires a ton of research.

I need to:

Keep track of characters and relationships.

Make sure historical dates are accurate.

Pay attention to hidden details in the original books.

Distinguish book canon vs. movie canon.

Avoid messing up the timeline.

Keep the story structured and logical.

Not introduce nonsense power-ups like Sharingan, Dou Qi, or divine beasts.

Maintain character consistency.

It's tough.

Oh, and by the way—

Last chapter, I called Narcissa Malfoy an "Oscar-winning actress".

That wasn't a joke.

She literally fooled Voldemort with top-tier acting skills.

That scene is legendary. Go check it out.

One last thing—

The price of owls isn't something I made up.

J.K. Rowling herself confirmed it in an interview.