Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry hurried over and saw this scene just when he was not far from Professor Quirrell's office.

There was no warning and it fell to the ground.

Harry went against the direction of the crowd, pushing away the frightened, screaming, and fleeing little wizards, and ran towards where the crowd was gradually gathering.

"Quick! Send the professor to the school infirmary." A senior student spoke, but before he could make a move, the wizards watching nearby cast a spell to make the professor float up. Seeing this, Harry also cast a levitation spell to relieve the pressure on the young wizard, then moved slowly behind the crowd, trying to see clearly what was happening.

Unexpectedly, the crowd gradually walked, surrounding the unconscious professor and walked towards the school infirmary. The crowd's pace gradually slowed down, and a few people on the outermost edge left suddenly, changing their worried expressions to relaxed and happy smiles.

Harry felt a little angry. Even if he was facing a stranger, he should have helped him when he was unconscious, let alone the professor who taught him the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

More and more people left and the crowd gradually stopped moving. Harry could feel the pressure of the magic he cast suddenly increased. The few little wizards who had just spoken also stopped and looked around with confusion on their faces.

Harry was even more confused. He didn't understand why it was so complicated to just send the professor to the infirmary.

In a corner where no one noticed, Professor Quirrell began to become illusory little by little, starting from his feet.

When Harry's eyes accidentally swept to the floor, he discovered this amazing scene, and at the same time, the two little wizards who were supporting Professor Quirrell suddenly let go of their hands.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know either. Now that I know, I have Defense Against the Dark Arts class next period. If I'm late, the professor will be very angry."

"Yes, yes, go, go!"

Harry took a step forward and caught Quirrell who was about to disappear. No, he didn't catch him. Harry passed through his body.

He looked at his arm in surprise, and this strange movement attracted the attention of people around him.

"What is Harry Potter doing?" "Maybe he is saying hello to someone." "That makes sense."

"Hello, Harry," one of the little wizards who had just talked to greeted Harry shyly.

After hearing this, Harry responded with confusion and doubt, and then watched Quirrell disappear.

"What was the name of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Harry asked tentatively. He felt that the whole world had changed drastically in that instant.

Although he was very confused as to why Harry didn't remember the teacher's name after such a long class, it was really incredible, but he still spoke truthfully.

"Sirius Black," the man said, and then looked at Harry with envy, "that's your godfather."

After talking to Harry, the two men left in a hurry. They turned around and whispered to each other, "What do you think is going on? How is it possible that he doesn't even know that his godfather teaches at the school, let alone that he has taught him for so long?"

"I know that maybe the famous savior is showing off to us."

"I think it's possible, huh."

Their voices were not loud, but they still floated clearly into Harry's ears.

The world suddenly changed in an instant, and Harry was caught off guard. The disappearance of Quirrell made him worried and scared, and the sudden appearance of Sirius Black made him feel surprised and doubtful. At one time, there were so many things in front of him that he really didn't know which one to start with.

Forget it. If the professor is real, I will meet him sooner or later. What I should understand most now is why Quirrell disappeared and all his memories were replaced by another person. Only the system can have such mysterious and unpredictable ability.

Bai You? Harry called out as he walked forward, thinking of someone who might know the truth.

Bai Youze looked at this scene with regret and a hint of fear in his eyes. That man really had the ability to change the whole world, but he didn't know why he didn't take action but just hid behind the door and controlled everything through others.

The man behind the door continued to play with the green bead. The moment Quirrell disappeared, the bead glowed brighter, exuding the breath of spring and vitality.

After seeing that the bead became more beautiful, the man felt bored and threw it away. The bamboo fell from mid-air onto the smooth floor, then rolled into a dark corner. If anyone could see it, they would be amazed at the colorful light in the darkness. Green, blue, yellow, and red, it seemed that the most complete colors in the world were all here.

Quirrell curled up in that space, feeling extremely tired. He raised his eyes to glance at the outside environment, without the ability to think, and fell deeply into the darkness.

I haven't told my master yet that Voldemort is coming -

Harry was extremely anxious. Bai You kept his mouth shut and didn't reveal any clues about the matter. Nonsense, if he told anyone, wouldn't that be courting death?

Oh, that's not right, who is Quirrell? Bai You scratched his head, staring at Harry in surprise as he jumped up and down, asking him questions over and over again, which really annoyed him.

Why did it seem like he was the only one in the world who remembered Quirrell? Harry was becoming extremely panicked. What were the conditions for disappearing? Why did the system still have abilities that he didn't know about? Did everyone who came into contact with him have to disappear? Then Draco -

Harry didn't give up, he thought it was possible that only those with low power had their memories erased, those with high magical powers might still have some clues left.

He changed his destination and rushed straight to the eighth floor. He wanted to ask Dumbledore.

Here, Dumbledore had already left, taking his phoenix Fawkes with him, on his way to another school. On the way, he felt a mysterious force suddenly descending from the sky and suddenly rushing into his mind.

Dumbledore was on high alert. Who was this? Could it be that person's sneak attack? He remembered the man who pretended to be Snape.

But he looked around for a long time and nothing happened. Could it be that I was just too careful? Dumbledore thought to himself. Fawkes was getting a little impatient. He pecked Dumbledore's head with his sharp beak, suggesting that he leave quickly and not stay here.

"That's right, we have to go and come back quickly, otherwise Sirius will complain about me again, saying that I stay in school and do nothing. I have really let him down in the past few years." Dumbledore touched Fawkes' head and motioned him to continue the journey.

The man in the forbidden forest mentioned by Dumbledore was now in dire straits. "What's going on? Are these animals crazy? How did they recognize me?"

A gray unicorn raised its hoof irritably and stomped on the big tree next to it angrily. The tree shook off a few leaves, which fell on the unicorn's hair, making its back itchy.