Harry's POV
If you would have asked Harry two years ago if he has regrets about reincarnating into this body he would say "No way!" As not only he didn't have his last life so he had nothing to compare, he had everything he could have ask for. A loving parants, interesting subjects to learn and the ability to use magic.
If you would have asked Harry a year ago if has regrets about reincarnation, he might have burst in tears, as his parents just died and it was hard not to somewhat blame himself even though he knew the blame is only with the killer.
If you would have asked Harry after last Christmas if he had regrets he would have started yelling at you about stupid questions which won't change anything.
As you can see, Harry's answer would have changed depending on the time of when you ask him, but if you would have asked Harry right now, as he sat with his new friend, all excited about starting learning magic if he had regrets he would have told you "everyone has regrets, but about the reincarnation? How can I have such when I managed to change the way an amazing person like that experience school?" And then obliviate you, as he wouldn't let anyone know he isn't the original inhibitor of this body.
From this you can understand Harry truly cares about Luna, which was kinda weird as they only met yesterday and he was already burned once before in friendship.
'But that's just how Luna is, I guess. She has a way into your heart.' Harry thought while truly enjoying the company of the lovely and brilliant person on his side as they were talking about the differences between charms and transfigurations.
".... which is why I think that while in charms the focus is more on the intent, in transfigurations it is more about the magical control. As you can see in the way charms emphasize more about the words then the way you move your wand, and all the wand movements are simple, while in transfigurations the wand movements are much more complicated yet the wording is simple." Harry was so thrilled to explain his way of doing magic even while saying it as if it was a wand magic that he went in to explain his theory about animagus. "It is also why being animagus isn't such a rare skill in our wandwaving countries, as much as the official recorded would like you to believe as our way of becoming animagus is completely different to the way the Native Americans become one. While it feels like mastering transfigurations, and it does involve a level of transfigurations of about a six or seventh year, our type of shape shifting is more about the intent as the potion tunes your body to the changing to an animal while you need to focus more about the intent of being the animal to change to it, and this is also why our type of animagus has no magical properties as we can't match our intent to that of magical animals..."
Luna at that point was so excited that she continued his explanation
"While places where they teach different ways to control magic like in Uagadou where they ask use magic and jewelry to communicate with their ancestors and spirit animals to creat magical affect, have much better help in magical control but less in speed or intent as it take time to communicate with the ancestors and their magic is more like asking to make something to happen and not show a way for it to happen..."
"Seriously? They can communicate with dead people?" It shocked Harry as the only way he knew about communicating with the dead is the resurrection stone.
"Not communicating exactly as the more like pray and it happens, the dead can't talk back to them as far as I know.
But on the other hand, maybe it is just a different type of communication as they answer in a different way."
"But if they truly communicating with their dead ancestors, what about muggle-borns, can they do that type of magic considering they don't have magical ancestors? Or do they use the caster's magic to do those Magic's? And if so, does it mean that to do the same magic does it take more magic out of the caster to do the same magic as we do with wands? Cause it would make a lot of sense... and as while our animagus transformation is more about focused intent, their is more about the control of magic the ancestors has and about perfecting the communication with their spirit animal which is already known to them as while we only need them for this specific magic, they use it all the time in magic and make it possible for the strongest of them to have a chance at becoming magical animagus as their spirit animal as their spirit animal was used for years in magic till it become part of the spirit animal!"
"I don't think it's only that, it is also that magic becomes such a huge part of themselves, not just as a tool like we use it but also as a way, a guide and a point of faith, something so large in their personality that their spirit animal reflect it."
Their conversation continued throughout breakfast, so into it and so happy that they have a friend to talk to, that they almost didn't notice all of the second year research group sit next to them with opened jaws, almost.
DADA lesson
As his conversation with Luna continued, they didn't notice as the time passed and Harry had to run for him to make it into class, something that usually meant sitting in the middle row, as the students almost always divided into two groups, the front sit who wanted to write every letter the teacher wrote (read as Hermione) and the students who were planing on taking the other students notes before tests who sat in the back (read as Ron).
But as he came into the classroom he was confused for a second as the only available chair was in the corner at the back, but that was when he remembered it is Lockhart's first class in school and he was still considered a great dark creatures defeater which meant everyone wanted to learn from him, which meant as he already saw, that he gets to sit as far as possible from this charlatan and even gets to sit where it won't be noticeable to use a notice me not charm even after he cancel it.
As he sat in the chair, used the charm and opened his biology book Lockhart started his class.
"Me," Lockhart said, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five time winner of Witch Weekly's MostCharming Smile Award—but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!"
There was quiet for a few seconds.
"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books—well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about—just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in—"
"You have thirty minutes—start—now!" Harry then activated a reverse silencing charm, that instead of making the space around him a place other people can't hear, it is a place he can't hear other people.
And no, it isn't a silencing curse as other people can still hear and it was done without a wand.
So while everyone else were busy answering idiotic questions, Harry was working towards his master degree.
Third's POV
As Harry was studying all the other students were starting to hate Lockhart, well, all the other students except a certain bush haired Gryffindor.
Yes, when all the other students started asking themselves what kind of an idiot asks questions like -
1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
As a test for DADA, Hermione was thinking 'what a clever way to check if the students read the books, disregarding the fact that he could have just ask questions about the actual stories in the books.
But let's not criticize the young lady with the fanatical adoration to teachers (except Snape, who last year she set on fire), as she was just experiencing her first crush.
Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and rifled through them in front of the class.
"Tut, tut—hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in Year with the Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully—I clearly state in Chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non magic peoples—though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky!"
He gave them another roguish wink. Ron was now staring at Lockhart with an expression of disbelief on his face; Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, who were sitting in front, were shaking with silent laughter. Hermione, on the other hand, was listening to Lockhart with rapt attention and gave a start when he mentioned her name.
"…but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair care potions—good girl! In fact—" he flipped her paper over "—full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"
Hermione raised a trembling hand.
"Excellent!" beamed Lockhart. "Quite excellent! Take ten points for Gryffindor! And so—to business—"
He bent down behind his desk and lifted a large, covered cage onto it.
"Now—be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. All I ask is that you remain calm."
Lockhart placed a hand on the cover. Dean and Seamus had stopped laughing now. Neville was cowering in his front row seat.
"I must ask you not to scream," said Lockhart in a low voice. "It might provoke them." As the whole class held its breath, Lockhart whipped off the cover.
"Yes," he said dramatically. "Freshly caught Cornish pixies."
Seamus Finnigan couldn't control himself. He let out a snort of laughter that even Lockhart couldn't mistake for a scream of terror.
"Yes?" He smiled at Seamus.
"Well, they're not—they're not very—dangerous, are they?" Seamus choked.
"Don't be so sure!" said Lockhart, waggling a finger annoyingly at Seamus. "Devilish tricky little blighters they can be!"
The pixies were electric blue and about eight inches high, with pointed faces and voices so shrill it was like listening to a lot of budgies arguing. The moment the cover had been removed, they had started jabbering and rocketing around, rattling the bars and making bizarre faces at the people nearest them.
"Right, then," Lockhart said loudly. "Let's see what you make of them!" And he opened the cage.
It was pandemonium. The pixies shot in every direction like rockets. Two of them seized Neville by the ears and lifted him into the air. Several shot straight through the window, showering the back row with broken glass. The rest proceeded to wreck the classroom more effectively than a rampaging rhino. They grabbed ink bottles and sprayed the class with them, shredded books and papers, tore pictures from the walls, up ended the waste basket, grabbed bags and books and threw them out of the smashed window; within minutes, half the class was sheltering under desks and Neville was swinging from the iron chandelier in the ceiling.
"Come on now—round them up, round them up, they're only pixies," Lockhart shouted.
He rolled up his sleeves, brandished his wand, and bellowed, "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!"
It had absolutely no effect; one of the pixies seized his wand and threw it out of the window, too. Lockhart gulped and dived under his own desk, narrowly avoiding being squashed by Neville, who fell a second later as the chandelier gave way.
As all of that was happening Harry was still sitting in his chair reading his book, with only one new thing around him after he noticed the pixies even though they didn't notice him- a protego charm