Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Hermione looked at Harry and Ron playing and fighting in front of her with a helpless look, and she felt like an old mother.

Some people filed out of the venue, some looked depressed, some were extremely excited, and some were calm and relieved, as if they had expected it.

And Percy was one of them.

"Hey, how's it feeling?" Fred ran over from behind and suddenly put his arm on Percy's shoulders, bending his neck.

George walked over slowly, with a hint of curiosity in his expression.

"It should be better than you." Percy answered slowly, and took off his arm from his shoulder.

"Tsk - today is another hypocritical and serious day." After the two brothers finished joking, they ran away, not caring at all about the increasingly dark look on their elder brother's face.

Harry shook off Ron, went around to the lawn, and quietly slipped into the examination room. The reporters inside had already dispersed, and only Dumbledore and Sirius Black stood not far away, as if they were discussing something.

Harry noticed Hagrid standing in the distance. He seemed to have been standing there all the time, as if he had been completely ignored. A gust of wind blew from nowhere, sweeping across the entire venue, and then the magical creatures on the venue became a little restless.

Dumbledore noticed that there seemed to be another person in the corner, and he waved to Hagrid.

"Sorry, Hagrid, it may take some time before we can send these babies of yours back to where they came from."

"It's okay, it's okay." Hagrid smiled broadly and scratched his fluffy and messy curly hair with his big hands. He looked extremely harmless. In fact, no one would think there was anything wrong with him.

Sirius Black greeted Hagrid, then quickly walked up to Harry, "Boy, do you want to try it?"

Harry nodded vigorously. He felt that today's magic was not challenging or difficult at all, and he felt that he had not gotten enough from performing magic.

Dumbledore stood there for a short while, and then a woman curled up on the ground, trembling and looking extremely frightened.

Dumbledore helped Rita Skeeter up. His tone was gentle and his expression was calm. He patted Rita Skeeter's shoulder and said, "I think you should know what to do about what happened today?"

"Of course, of course," Rita Skeeter responded quickly. It's not like she didn't want to live anymore.

During her career as a journalist, Rita Skeeter, with the convenience of her Beetle, came into contact with many high-ranking figures. She usually presented herself to the public as amiable, considerate and easy to talk to, but no one knew how many secrets she had behind the scenes. She only said a few insignificant words about their gossips, and as for the key points, she acted as if she had never heard of them. This was the reason why she was able to survive successfully and safely until now.

But Dumbledore was worried, "To be on the safe side, I need Ms. Rita Skeeter to sign a contract with me." He said the harshest words in the gentlest tone.

Harry glanced over here as if he had sensed something, but apart from Ms. Rita Skeeter's changed expression, he didn't see anything unusual.

"Okay, you can go in." Fawkes appeared on Sirius Black's shoulder and lifted him into the air.

"I'll stand on it to protect you. You can try it boldly."

Harry suddenly looked up at the figure in the sky. At this moment, he sincerely hoped that Quirrell's disappearance had nothing to do with him, but could reality really be as he wished?

Harry shook his head, threw away all these chaotic thoughts, and rushed in. He decided to start with the second grade and see how many levels he could pass.

The area below suddenly leaped as Harry entered. Deep in the ground, huge vines were tangled and twisting together. Red and gray were the main body. Wherever they were, the green companions all dodged away. In the center was something else wrapped, as messy as seaweed, twisting constantly, as if entangled all the strip-shaped creatures together.

In the Gryffindor dormitory, the two little snakes that were resting in Harry's quilt were suddenly awakened, "I felt something unusual--" Qinggang said in an urgent tone, "I felt it too--" Ziluan responded lightly.

"Why don't we hurry over there? The master must be in trouble now."

"No, we haven't appeared at this point in history. This is an important step in the master's taming of us. Do you think the master won't see us in the future?"

The sharp questioning made Qinggang lower his head, "I remember that time -"

The snake's face actually showed a human hesitation, "It shouldn't be that easy to deal with, right? It seems to like strangling animals."

Qinggang remembered the deep mark on Harry's waist, and Ziluan remained silent. After all, he was not much better off.

Harry had no idea what was going on.

Rita Skeeter left dejectedly. She was not happy about her safety. Instead, she slapped herself hard when she was about to reach the school gate. This was the first time she suffered such a big loss since she became a reporter. She didn't dare to blame Dumbledore, but Harry -

Oh, it was okay to embarrass her a little. Dumbledore was indeed Dumbledore. He was high above everyone else and seemed unable to fully understand the situation of Harry, the savior. She was excited about the flaws she had found. She was like a fly to the dirt that appeared on the great and glorious figures. At this moment, she was rubbing her hands, eagerly waiting for her meal.

Dumbledore also flew into the air and came to the side of Sirius Black, his eyes fixed on Harry.

"How is it? How's it going?" Sirius Black's face did not have any of the innocence and arrogance that he showed in front of others. Instead, it carried the contempt of their family tradition. It can only be said that when he was sorted, his desire to rebel against his family was too strong, so he was sorted into Gryffindor. There is a hint of madness hidden in the genes of the Black family.

Sirius, now the patriarch of the Black clan, also exposed his fangs at this time, "I don't care what your purpose is, you are not allowed to use my godson."

He no longer had the friendly attitude he showed in front of others, nor did he have the respect he once had for his principal.

Dumbledore looked particularly relaxed. He looked at Sirius jokingly, without any sense of annoyance. "After you got out, you often denied that you were from Gryffindor. Why is that?"

Sirius turned his head away, looking a little embarrassed, "You don't need to know this."

"Okay, okay." The two began to remain silent, and an awkward atmosphere spread between them, but what happened next on Harry's side broke the awkwardness.