Harry Potter and the Rebirth

When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone on the desk in the principal's office, it coated the red paper wood table with a layer of golden film. The room was empty and everything was very quiet. There were a few pots of green plants by the window, swaying slightly with the breeze. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the branches of some plants were stretched into strange shapes.

The owner of the house has returned.

Dumbledore sat down on the soft chair with a tired look on his face, leaned back with his whole back relaxed, and took a long breath. Just as he was about to lean his head back, an inopportune voice suddenly appeared and interrupted him.

"What's going on? I heard that the Veles family was attacked?" Blake asked anxiously on the wall. His friends and colleagues refused to tell him. They just maintained an affectionate, sad and lonely expression, staring at an empty space, acting mysterious.

"It's just that some Muggles overestimate their own abilities, and there are some wizards who are too ambitious." Dumbledore started an additional plan and would go to Grindelwald to discuss it when he had the chance. As if on cue, a small owl shop suddenly broke into the office, passed through layers of defense, and landed on Dumbledore's shoulders with a clear target.

Blake didn't get the answer he wanted and seemed a little unhappy. He walked breathlessly towards the distance of the portrait and then disappeared.

Dumbledore was a little shocked at first, but then he smiled helplessly. This was indeed that guy's style.

He patted the owl that was perched on his shoulder. The little owl showed a human-like expression of enjoyment on its face, and rubbed Dumbledore's cheek gently with its little head, making him feel a little itchy.

Dumbledore took this opportunity to take a letter from the owl's claws. As he spent more and more time reading the letter, the wrinkles between his brows began to deepen.

At this moment, there was suddenly some noise outside the door. Snape had gone to the Muggle Prime Minister to find out yesterday, and he couldn't wait to rush back to find Dumbledore to explain the situation, but he came back empty-handed. Now he got the news from a portrait and hurried to the principal's office.

Snape walked in with a relaxed look on his face. This was good news. The Muggle Prime Minister had no intention of starting a war. Dumbledore listened carefully to Snape's retelling, and his frown gradually relaxed. This was better than he had expected. He was the most staunch supporter of the Wizarding Secrecy Statute. If Muggles harmed wizards and the scale of the statute was expanding, he would have to break it himself.

Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at the letter in his hand again. Logically speaking, his predictions would hardly be wrong, but could it be that there were details that I had not seen?

Here, the students who had finished their breakfast stood up all at once at the professor's urging. There was no anger on their faces as if they were being expelled. Instead, they stared with interest and enthusiasm at the people who gradually gathered in the middle.

In the middle of the crowd, Harry successfully trapped himself in it with his short height. He helplessly looked at the tall figures around him who were many heads taller than him. He secretly cast a levitation spell on his feet, and the magic power gathered around him made him reach the same height as the tallest person.

Hermione, who was still struggling in the crowd, turned around and saw her friend doing this. She raised her head in envy, and the heavy dark circles under his eyes made Harry widen his eyes slightly.

This feeling is exactly the same as an animal in China, and a slight smile appeared on Harry's lips.

The senior wizards gathered nearby saw this scene, and one of the Gryffindor seniors patted Harry on the shoulder generously, causing him to float up and down in the air.

"Yes you can!"

However, Harry did not want such affirmation. He was now concentrating all his attention on his feet to make sure that he would not fall from the air and hit someone next to him.

"Thank you for your affirmation, senior," Harry said modestly, then stepped back and turned to the side of another senior, and his knee accidentally touched Draco's arm.

"Oh - sorry, I didn't see you." Draco looked a little strange and extremely awkward. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but there was still a force that made him swallow the words that he wanted to say.

But Harry didn't pay more attention to this detail, because Sirius Black appeared in front of the crowd.

A large group of reporters suddenly appeared in front. Obviously, this exam was more attractive than yesterday afternoon. With such a legendary figure as Sirius, the popularity has remained high recently. In addition, there were rumors that Harry Potter, the savior who had just entered school this year, would also take part in this exam. Many reporters wanted to obtain first-hand information about this exam.

"Quiet--" It was the first time that Sirius Black stood where the headmaster usually was, signaling everyone to be quiet. This made him seem extremely uncomfortable. Harry didn't know why, but when he saw this usually mischievous godfather appearing so serious for the first time, he couldn't help laughing.

Harry clearly saw Sirius Black, his fingers nervously fumbling with the wizard robe beside him, causing several wrinkles on the smooth brocade. Now it was going to ruin the sign of the clothing store.

"Everyone, please be quiet! We will now divide the exams into grades. The exam will last for three hours and is divided into two parts. The first part is a written test, and the other part is a practical exercise. In this part, you will need to use your wand to fight. Of course, in order for everyone to complete the exam within a limited time, I have also invited some young wizards from the senior grades."

Harry's expression remained unchanged, but he was extremely surprised. This guy did it so well. How could he explain it? He really had the upper hand when it came to the crucial moment.

"Let's invite them." Sirius Black gestured with his hand, and then some young wizards stood out from the group of watching. They were wearing clothes of the same color, and their expressions showed undisguised pride.

It’s as if to say, look, you are taking an exam, and we are the invigilators.

Harry let out a long sigh, and suddenly felt that this arrangement was a little unreliable.

Some reporters below also had the same idea.

"As the person who sets the questions for this exam, you can guarantee that you are fair and just and have the ability to test their levels." The man paused, looked around, and looked at the people around him with a haughty look, until he saw expressions of approval on their faces, then he turned around again, his tone still condescending.

"But can you ensure that those young wizards who have not yet graduated are capable of doing this? How can we trust the test results?" The person who spoke was Rita Skeeter, a reporter for Anigmas is a beetle.