Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The four dining tables in the hall disappeared, leaving a large open space and a dozen or so small tables. Today's morning exam was the Transfiguration class, and all the people from all grades who were eligible to take the exam were already sitting at the tables. Professor McGonagall came down with a thick stack of paper and distributed different test papers to each young wizard according to their age.

Professor Dumbledore sat at the front, and two or three professors were patrolling around to show their importance to the exam. The rest of the little wizards who were watching sat far away and were very quiet, for fear that the noise they made would disturb the wizard exam in the auditorium.

As time passed, the only sound in the venue was the rustling of writing. Some little wizards dispersed out of boredom, some went to class, and some waited for their friends.

For example, Ron and Harry, they leaned against the pillar together waiting for Hermione. Harry had passed Professor McGonagall's exam in advance, but he still had to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class again. At this time, Harry thought of his godfather and sighed deeply.

Ron's eyes were not only on Hermione, but also on Percy and the Velas twins who were further back. Yes, these two troublemakers had also gone in.

Ron also sighed. Normally these two guys were mischievous, but they were decisive when it came to the crucial moment. There were only a dozen people taking the exam, but three of them were his brothers, which made Ron feel under great pressure.

Sirius Black, who was originally here, had classes in the afternoon, so he just said hello to Harry in a hurry and walked towards the classroom where he was going to attend. Before leaving, he asked Harry if he wanted to come and listen to his lecture. Harry flatly refused, and now he didn't know how to face him.

Now that my godfather has come out, then—

Harry looked at his classmates who were still writing furiously, and at the reporters who were taking pictures with their cameras. Dumbledore was still standing there leisurely, coming down from time to time to see how his classmates were answering the questions.

Harry pulled Ron a little further away and whispered in his ear, "How is your pet, Scabbers, now?"

Ron looked at Harry strangely, with a look of disgust on his face. He hugged himself tightly and slid his arms a few times to show his disgust for the rat.

"You mean that man? That disgusting—" Ron pretended to vomit, and Harry didn't say anything else.

"Wasn't this the one you found out, Harry?" Ron was a little puzzled. He didn't know why Harry suddenly mentioned this person?

Harry roughly understood something and changed the subject to talk about something else.

Rita Skeeter, who was on the field, was stopped by the patrolling professor from taking pictures. She was a little dissatisfied. Her shorthand feather pen moved across the paper, and the handwriting on it could be vaguely recognized, "Obstruction - Non-cooperation - Insider".

The professor frowned, but thinking of the woman's previous style, he chose not to speak.

Rita Skeeter rolled her eyes, and who would have thought that she saw two people hiding behind a pillar, one of whom was the famous savior - Harry Potter.

She walked over with her camera and shorthand quill, "Hello, Mr. Potter, can I interview you?"

Ron saw a beautiful lady coming over, his cheeks flushed slightly, he took a few steps back, while Harry frowned in disgust. He had experienced how powerful this beetle reporter was in his previous life.

"Sorry, I have something to do later." Harry refused coldly, and finally wanted to take Ron away. Ron didn't understand at first, but he saw the feather pen writing something on the paper quickly, and Harry only said a sentence, and some words appeared smoothly on the paper.

"The boy hid behind a pillar in despair, watching his former good friend radiate his brilliance in the examination room, while he could only cry silently in this corner where no one cared about him, with no one to accompany him——"

"Hey, I'm still here." Ron recognized who this was. He had a very deep impression of this person in his previous life. There could be no one else except Rita Skeeter who could make a reporter so annoying.

"Oh, sorry." The woman apologized lightly, but her quill only slowed down for a moment before becoming even more aggressive.

"At this time, someone who claimed to be Harry Potter's good friend pulled Harry out rudely, and bruised Harry's wrist—"

Ron became even angrier. He saw that it was Harry who was pulling his wrist, and he had been here the whole time...

Harry released his grip on Ron's hand and gradually approached Rita Skeeter, leaning close to her ear.

Because Harry Potter had something to tell her, she squatted down so that Harry could get closer, and the quill in the air became more excited and agitated, the top feather twisted, and a few invisible hairs floated down and landed on the paper.

Harry smiled and said to her, "Ms. Beetle, do you understand what I mean?"

The feather pen stopped suddenly, and the black ink stained the fallen feather, leaving a large ink mark on the paper, which was still spreading around.

Rita Skeeter's face showed a panic expression, but she still wanted to struggle again. "What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"

"Anigma--" Harry moved a little closer and spoke these words silently into her eyes so that she could see his lip movements clearly.

"So what do you want?" Rita Skeeter changed her attitude instantly. In front of Harry and Ron, she took out an ordinary feather pen and crossed out all the words on the paper.

"Report truthfully, understand?" Harry said with a smile. If anyone watched from a distance, this would be a scene of friendly communication, and no one would expect that Harry was threatening someone.

Ron opened his eyes wide, looking at his good friend who was like a dumpling stuffed with black sesame. It was quite strange to see this friend who might already know a lot about his future. It seemed that Harry knew a lot.

Ron leaned against the pillar, folded his arms, and looked at this arrogant and respectful woman with interest. He felt very happy in his heart that he let her lie with her eyes open.

After Harry and Ron dealt with the reporter who suddenly appeared, they found that Dumbledore, who had just been patrolling the examination room, had suddenly disappeared. Only Professor McGonagall was left in the entire venue, and the other two patrollers also left.

The two were puzzled, wondering why this was happening. Rita Skeeter, who had just calmed down, watched this scene and her quill became excited again.

In order to prevent the woman from talking nonsense, Harry stood in front of her again. He didn't say anything, just stared at the lines of words on her paper. Rita Skeeter later destroyed the article she had just written under Harry's nose. "Write in a positive way, okay?" Harry said, with a firm tone that did not allow for negotiation.