Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Okay, let's not talk about this matter. Even if we arrange it, he will disappear. That's why the master wants to win him over." Hermann made the final conclusion and rescued Peter. Peter carefully raised his head and stole a glance at the beautiful woman. He seemed to see Lily in her red hair.

The soft moonlight sprinkled on his hair, and Peter couldn't help feeling dazed.

Herman turned his back to her and frowned in disgust. That's it? A toad wants to eat swan meat, but he's not even as tall as her.

This group of people left in a mighty manner.

A head popped out of Borgin and Burke's, walked to the door of the destroyed store, and kicked the piled red bricks. There was no movement inside. He looked at the blood stains on his feet with disgust, and looked at the other remaining things in the store. Many of them had been stolen and were not very valuable.

Mr. Borgin left in disgust, ignoring the faint cries for help coming from under the bricks.

Lucius Malfoy had just returned from outside and walked into his own manor. He looked at the white peacock with its feathers spread and nodded with satisfaction. The peacock buried its head in the fountain, chirped happily a few times, and then suddenly raised its head. A few drops of water fell on the surrounding flowers, making their colors appear even more delicate.

He walked quickly towards the luxurious living room, which was glittering with gold, exquisite and elegant, and contained their family's long history and heritage. He kicked the elf that was blocking his way aside, sat down on his seat again, looked at the sumptuous dinner on it, and knocked on the table in dissatisfaction.

Another old elf suddenly appeared in front of him, "Why is this the same dish again?"

"Bad elf, bad elf." Lucius waited for a while, and after seeing blood spots on the elf's forehead, he spoke compassionately, "I don't want to see this kind of person again tomorrow."

At this time, an owl flew over and landed next to his dining table.

Lucius frowned in disdain. What kind of owl could fly directly into the living room? Where was the elf responsible for taking the letter? The elf that had just stopped punishing him began to put his hand into the flames beside him.

"Okay, okay, I'm still eating, you go to the kitchen." Lucius sent the elf away and slowly took off the paper tied to the owl's feet.

His face showed an expression of great interest. This was really interesting.

Could it be that I just remembered that I went to the Ministry of Magic to find Minister Fudge this afternoon, but he seemed not to be there, and there were also fewer officials. He wanted to find out something, but he was very tight-lipped, which made him even more curious.

He spent a large sum of gold Galleons again, and one of the junior officials told him that Fudge seemed to have gone to meet Dumbledore today.

What could have happened that would make Fudge not even see the Ministry of Magic's biggest financial sponsor, but instead go to see that old man in the school?

Lucius touched the paper in his hand, looking thoughtful.

Harry opened his eyes. After a long period of darkness, he was suddenly exposed to light, causing physiological tears to well up in the corners of his eyes. Fortunately, the light was not very bright. The moonlight cast a thin layer of white mist on the ground, which was very comfortable to look at.

He felt extreme pain in his body, as if he was run over by a huge truck, especially the area below his abdomen, which made him terrified.

He tried to do it on his own, but the heavy burden on his lower body and the weakness from lying in bed for so long made it impossible for him to move on his own.

Harry slept very well and could hardly hear any sound. He was just resting. He didn't have to pretend to sleep but actually go to make up lessons. Gryffindor didn't nag him, and Bai You kept his mouth tightly shut, as if someone had held his mouth.

He lifted up his upper body clothes and looked at the miserable state of his abdomen. There were two big bloody holes. They were no longer bleeding. Instead, they were slightly festering and rotting. The bruise from the mark below had almost disappeared. There were some cool green herbs on the wound. He could feel that his wound was gradually healing.

There was some movement at the door.

"Lower yourself, lower yourself."

"You don't need fluorescent lights. They're too dazzling. You can see them in the moonlight. Why bother with them?"

"Ouch—why aren't you lighting up again?"

"Didn't you say that we could see it by moonlight?"

"Ah, here we are, here we are." The voice sounded guilty and quickly changed the subject.

With a creak, two furtive figures walked in from outside the door. Harry knew at a glance that these two people were Ron and Hermione.

"Harry! You're finally awake." As soon as Hermione entered the school infirmary, she saw Harry shaking his arms. She rushed forward excitedly and hugged him tightly.

Ron was also very excited. He walked up quickly and looked him over. After seeing the wound on his abdomen, he felt even more distressed.

"Tell me, what kind of things do you encounter every day?" Ron complained, but Harry saw some concern and anxiety in his eyes, which made him feel comfortable as if he was soaking in a hot spring.

"Harry--" Hermione glanced at Harry with a regretful look on her face. She hesitated a little, but still decided to say it.

"While you were unconscious—"

Harry's expression suddenly became tense. What happened? He didn't know.

"Gryffindor's first Quidditch game has been played."

Oh, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. This, that's okay. Wait, what! Harry looked bitter. Would Wood skin him alive?

Ron thought his good brother was sad because he couldn't finish the Quidditch game, so he patted his shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay, the second game will start in a few days, you still have a chance to participate."

Yeah, Harry nodded obediently.

"Do you feel better now?" Hermione asked with concern. She looked at the two big holes in Harry's abdomen, which felt like they were almost cut in half.

"Much better, much better. This is all thanks to Madam Pomfrey. Her medical skills are excellent."

"Brother, even though I don't like Snape very much, I still have to tell you a fact. The key potion for your healing was prepared by Professor Snape."

"Really?" Harry thought for a moment, then became playful. "Thank you, Professor, for making me the potion—"

The poor old professor had just fallen asleep when a voice of thanks suddenly popped up in his mind. He sat up in a hurry. His greasy hair looked a little messy, and his sharp guttural nose made him even more difficult to approach. Who was it? Who was it?

Snape grabbed the wand in his hand and circled it around, but there was no movement.

He savored the voice carefully and found out that it was Harry. He was really bold. However, Snape finally felt relieved. Listening to the strong voice, it seemed that he had woken up.