Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The sound of the unicorn kicking the trees could be heard in the distance, which gradually attracted his compatriots. A light golden unicorn cub, after seeing the adult, came over curiously, but within three steps of him, it seemed to smell some ugly breath, and stopped where it was in fear, then turned around and ran again.

"Really? It's like this again. How come a group of livestock have stronger senses than humans?" The gray unicorn spoke with an impatient tone, turning around in circles anxiously. "If it weren't for me, I would have to stay here. If it weren't for - damn it!"

At a certain moment, the unicorn suddenly felt some changes in the space. Something broke in. He looked around. Great, those guys surrounded him again. He should leave quickly.

As Harry ran to the eighth floor, he suddenly realized that Headmaster Dumbledore should be visiting various schools now, not inside the school.

He suddenly became discouraged. What about Gryffindor? Should he ask Gryffindor?

Gryffindor, who was leisurely drinking tea in the space, closed his eyes and felt the state of Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest. He looked at Harry who suddenly appeared and asked, "You brought the crown here."

This made Harry confused. Oops, I forgot the crown. Harry felt very guilty. However, the more important thing at this moment was to find out why Quirrell disappeared. If someone replaced him, then Harry's face showed an expression of despair.

He couldn't imagine the feeling of his godfather kneeling in front of him and ordering his godfather to do this and that. My God, it would be better to kill him. Why let him face such a cruel and ruthless world?

Harry was in deep sorrow. Seeing the look on Harry's face, Gryffindor realized something was wrong. He put down his teacup and asked seriously, "What's wrong? Did something happen outside, Harry?"

"Do you remember Quirrell?" Harry asked cautiously, tentatively. "Hmm? Who is Quirrell?"

Gryffindor spoke, which made Harry even more desperate. Why didn't they remember it? Why did I remember it?

Harry recalled the scenes of their past interactions. Although he was a little wary, there was a period of time after all. He was just an emotional animal. What's more, he just felt a little guilty about him. It was all because of him. He hurt others again, and this time he was even more helpless.

Harry came out of the sea of ​​consciousness, moving his body slowly and dully. Why was it that even though he had become stronger, he still could not do anything when faced with such a problem?

"Harry, Harry," Ron's voice came from afar.

Harry looked up, as if he had met a savior, as if he had grabbed the last straw, ran forward, grabbed Ron's sleeve, and asked urgently, "What's the name of our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?!"

"You're pinching me, it hurts a bit, Harry." Ron looked at his sleeves that were being tightened, his face showing bitterness, his whole face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum in pain.

"Please, tell me quickly." Harry's eyes were filled with pleading, caution, and a hint of disbelief.

"Okay, okay -" Ron freed his wrist from Harry's grip and said, "Did your godfather make you angry? Well, you have to be understanding. Maybe he doesn't want you to appear special in front of the little wizards, so he doesn't allow you to take the exam in private."

Ron racked his brains to comfort Harry, but he didn't expect that it was these words that made Harry fall into the abyss. Harry looked down at his hands. Was it his hands that harmed so many people? Will there be people like this in the future?

He couldn't help but squat down, leaning his back against the wall, curling up, hugging his legs with his arms, and burying his head in his knees. Harry felt so cold, never so cold before. For the first time, he resented that person, or that power. Why did it change them? But not mine, why did it make me soberly face all the cruelty around me?

Ron saw that his good brother was in trouble, and the happiness he had just had disappeared at this moment. He squatted down against the wall with his brother. Although they did not spend much time together and Harry seemed to be busy with many things, he truly identified with his savior friend from the bottom of his heart.

"What's the matter, buddy?" Ron patted Harry's shoulder. Seeing that Harry was still curled up there, he turned to the front worriedly, knelt beside him, hugged Harry, and put his head on his shoulder.

"What can't be solved? Just forget about it." Ron said. He felt that time could solve everything. Well, if even time can't solve it, then just don't solve it. Why make things difficult for yourself?

Harry felt the warmth of Ron beside him. The word "friend" took root and sprouted. In his previous life, it was Ron who led him to know this strange world and eliminated his fear step by step. Now, it was great that the same was true for the other one.

"Uh, am I disturbing you?" Hermione stood in front of them, looking down at the two people hugging each other with a puzzled look on her face, hissing -

I shouldn't be standing on the floor right now, I should be in the wall.

Harry heard the sound, his cheeks turned red, and he stood up quickly. Ron did the same, patting his butt and the dust on his legs and arms nonchalantly.

"Cleaned up," Hermione frowned as she looked at the scene in front of her, feeling like an old mother taking care of two children.

"Uh, excuse me, Harry," Hermione looked at the time that was almost up and spoke anxiously.

"The exam is coming soon, and we are still on the eighth floor." Little Hermione sighed, deeply worried about her partner's sense of time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Harry apologized repeatedly and cheered himself up. Sometimes, the strength that friends give you is truly endless.

Now I should take the exam first, and then I will slowly make arrangements after I'm done with everything. First, I'll find a way to send that Muggle away, and then find the crown and give it to Gryffindor. Quirrell, Quirrell, Harry repeated this name silently in his heart, I will definitely find you there, I will definitely rescue you.

He clenched his fists, but they were still not strong enough, still not strong enough.

Time converter, Harry thought of this thing. What he needed most now was time to enrich his strength in a very short time.

As Harry and the other two took the first step towards the auditorium, the young wizards in the hall turned their heads and looked at the famous trio of saviors.

Ron sent the letter from the top of the tower, and Errol stumbled and stumbled, carrying the heavy package, flew out of Hogwarts and flew home.

Ginny leaned on her arm and looked up at the sky from the window, envying the teaching life in Hogwarts. Suddenly, she saw the owl flying in the sky. She happily ran out of her room and ran downstairs, saying as she ran, "Mom, Mom! There's a letter from Hogwarts!"