After the war ended, Harry inexplicably transmigrated to the era of his parents.
Wait!
This arrogant boy, just like a Malfoy, is his father?!
That girl who chatters on and on like Hermione and is lost in her books is his mother?!
And the adorable, haughty, awkward little fellow in front of him is actually the gloomy old bat from his memories?!
There must be something wrong with the way I was reborn!
The Harry here isn't the Chosen One, and no one is forcing him to defeat Voldemort.
The story is simply about a cunning little lion winning over a haughty professor.
