Harry Potter and the Rebirth

As night falls, the towering castle gradually approaches, and it is brightly lit and bustling inside.

A witch in a dark green robe stood at the gate, waiting for the arrival of the new students. She looked serious and meticulous, scanning the little wizards who were gradually gathering below, and hovered around Neville's cloak (the cloak strap was tied under his left ear), and Harry and Malfoy who were standing very close to him.

When the number of people stopped increasing, he cleared his throat and said, "Welcome to Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall said, "The start-of-term banquet is about to begin, but before you sit down in the dining hall, you must first determine which college you will be admitted to. Sorting is a very important ceremony, because during your time at school, the college is like your home in Hogwarts. You will attend classes with other students in the college, live in the college dormitory together, and spend your spare time together in the college common room."

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own glorious history and has cultivated outstanding witches and wizards. You are here in Ho During your time at Gwarts, your outstanding performance will earn your house extra points, while any violations will cause your house to lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the highest score will win the House Cup, which is very high. honor. I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to, you can bring glory to the college.

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest that you tidy up and be energetic while waiting."

Professor McGonagall's eyes fell on Neville again. She pursed her lips, turned around and left.

At this time, the little wizards who had been quiet just now were in an uproar. "I heard from my brother that the Sorting Ceremony requires passing through a giant monster." "No, it's clearly to check the spells we know, and only when we reach a certain number will we be allowed in." "But I don't know anything."

Listening to the discussions of the little wizards around her, Hermione became a little nervous. She muttered to herself quietly, as if she was reciting something.

Ron, who was standing by, saw this and found it somewhat amusing. Although he knew what he was going to face next, he didn't know about Hermione. What a serious little cutie.

He seemed to understand why Ron liked Hermione in the end. Ron's ears turned red when he thought of this, and he turned his head and looked forward.

Hermione felt someone was looking at her, so she looked around and saw nothing unusual, except for a little wizard in front of her with ears as red as apples.

The door slowly opened, and warm yellow light slanted down from the crack in the door, illuminating the little wizard's face, while also presenting the scene inside the castle in his young and innocent eyes.

The hall was brightly lit, with thousands of candles floating in the air. Below were four long dining tables covered with shiny tableware, and sitting at the tables were young boys and girls in wizard robes. Further away were powerful wizards in various costumes, and there were also milky white ghosts wandering around, causing the little wizards to exclaim in surprise.

As you get closer, everything is within your sight: magic, wonder, mystery, danger. The door to the magic world is open to you and me.

In front of the professors' dining table, there was a chair with a worn, patched hat on it, which had several cracks on it.

Harry, hiding in the crowd, looked at this familiar scene, but he no longer felt the tension and uneasiness of his previous life. His thoughts drifted into the sky, thinking about the scenes of his previous life like a kaleidoscope, sometimes continuous, but more often in fragments, with no beginning and no end, appearing in his mind.

Malfoy on the side seemed to sense something and held Harry's hand tightly, because he knew that this was the last time.

This world does not allow the children of Death Eaters to become good friends with the Savior. The Death Eater forces lurking in the dark will not allow it. How should Malfoy explain after the Dark Lord returns? There is only one Snape, and any more will be considered disloyal.

Dumbledore would not allow it either. Otherwise, how could he have met the Velez family in his previous life? When Harry didn't know much about the entire wizarding world and didn't even understand idioms like Merlin's socks, he sent a traitor from a pure-blood family to make first contact with them. The first impression that was planted was that Slytherin was a place where bad wizards gathered.

Voldemort hiding in the dark is even more troublesome, and you never know when he will jump out and bite you.

What's more, Malfoy remembered the thing in Harry's mind. There are too many variables. The best way is to try to maintain the development trend of the original world, so as to have the advantage of prophecy.

"Harry Harry" Draco called out in his mind, and Harry at the side sensed it, "What's wrong, it's okay, I was just calling you" Harry was a little helpless. Ever since Draco came out of his mind, he left some symptoms, such as their telepathy, and there was no one in the world closer to them.

Draco was secretly proud at this moment, but soon his expression tensed and he drooped his eyelids to block out the turbulent waves in his heart.

"Hannah Abbott," the shabby hat had finished singing the song it had composed while Harry was distracted. A little girl with blond hair and two ponytails ran to the stool and sat on it.

"Hufflepuff," the hat called out.

There was a warm cheer from the Hufflepuff table. The little girl blushed as she hurried to the table, her braids swinging back and forth. She found a random seat and sat down, surrounded by the badgers.

As the number of people decreased, the team gradually moved forward. Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor just like in her previous life.

Harry shifted his gaze to Ron. The sorting was still going on above, and it seemed that Ron would be behind him. He nodded to Ron, and Ron nodded slightly, apparently they were not very familiar with each other.

Harry was a little frustrated because he and Malfoy were so close.

"Harry Potter", the surrounding tables started to make a commotion, everyone was talking, when Harry came forward, Cedric at the Hufflepuff table waved at him, Harry smiled and looked at him, blinking. At the same time, the Velez twins at the Gryffindor table tapped their plates at Harry with bright smiles.

Harry's face flushed. During his years at Hogwarts, although he was busy with training and running around and had little time to take a closer look at the castle, he still made a few friends and got to know some people again.

Thinking about this, Harry sat on the stool and put the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Oh, Harry, no, you have to open your head to me," the Sorting Hat muttered in Harry's ear, "Don't waste your time, just do as we agreed, and sort me into Gryffindor." Harry was a little helpless, because this was not something he could decide, and the ferret in his head didn't like people snooping.

After looking at it for a long time, Harry's head was still in this dead look, and the tip of the Sorting Hat drooped dejectedly. He should get used to it, right? After all, he had tried it many times in the headmaster's office.

"Gryffindor," the Sorting Hat muttered softly. Ever since it inherited Gryffindor's will, nothing could drive it crazy like this. "What?" Professor McGonagall didn't hear clearly.

"GRYFFINDOR," the Sorting Hat yelled.

Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction while Snape's poker-like face twitched slightly, as if smiling. Thinking of Harry's intelligence and talent in potions in recent years, he had just found the shadow of Lily in Harry's eyes, but he didn't expect to be assigned to Gryffindor. Okay, it was Potter after all.

There were gasps from the Gryffindor table, and everyone was clapping hard.

"We have Potter!" The Veles twins threw away the hats they had put on their heads at some point, high-fived each other, Percy laughed out loud, and Sir Nicholas of Gryffindor happily put his head down and ran around.

The Slytherin next to him was dead silent. Although Malfoy knew that this was something he and Potter had discussed beforehand, he was still a little unhappy. He stared coldly at Potter who was walking towards the long table, wanting to express his anger, but unfortunately his ability only lasted for one minute a day. Just now, he saw that Potter was in a bad mood, so he used it.

Poor Harry felt a chill on his back and thought it was the ghost.