Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Dudley hastily went to the school infirmary to treat his wounds. Fortunately, Dumbledore did not use any harsh force on him. Instead, as a symbolic punishment, he roughly wrapped his fat abdomen with circles of gauze.

"Damn, I might as well run away." Dudley didn't like the way he was now. Just looking in the mirror made him feel inferior. Dumbledore had used a very advanced magic that Dudley couldn't break. Add to that the Unbreakable Vow, this old fox! Dudley cursed inwardly.

Then he stuffed the remaining hair from Harry's head into his fat arm, section by section, which was covered with red fat particles. Fortunately, he has not lost this function yet.

"I heard you scolding me, and there's a poor old man standing here."

Dumbledore leaned against the door frame, looking at the bed with the curtains drawn. He saw a shadowy figure inside, bandaging the wound, and could hear him cursing.

"Oh--"

Dumbledore choked.

Then he took Dudley to the Great Hall, his mind full of how to introduce Dudley. Professor McGonagall would definitely not be able to hide it, and the rest should be easy, but it was hard to say. How to explain it?

In the magnificent auditorium, the festive atmosphere of Christmas was very strong. There were many elves flying on the ceiling. There was a huge pine tree on each side of the auditorium, decorated with all kinds of glittering golden ornaments, and piles of gifts were placed underneath. In the front, there were several women in strange clothes holding musical instruments, as if they were decorating something.

Professor McGonagall was standing behind them, pacing back and forth, looking very anxious. Snape was sitting on a stool with a stern face. Sirius was also fine, but occasionally when he looked at Harry sitting in his seat, his sharp eyes would soften immediately.

"Harry, how come you look so pale after not seeing you for such a long time?" Neville came closer cautiously. He and Ron had just told Dumbledore about their story. Dumbledore comforted them and told them not to tell anyone about it, then sent them away.

Ron is very angry now, thinking that Dumbledore does not take this matter seriously. Based on his many years of experience of reading novels, he believes that this must be the work of the big boss behind the scenes.

Neville said that it didn't matter. He even thought deep down that it was because of his bad memory. After all, he had lost things in the past. Now when he thought back, it seemed that one or two fragments would occasionally flash through his mind?

He did notice something was wrong with Harry though.

"I'm fine--" Harry lowered his head. The angry volcano in his heart was still suppressed, but the roaring magma pushed the earth's crust and moved. Occasionally, some of it was exposed, but it was quickly condensed into rock by the cold air on the ground.

He couldn't tell when the volcano in his heart was formed, but he realized now that it was an active volcano, which could burn his soul into a wasteland when it erupted.

Dumbledore's behavior made him very dissatisfied, and Harry developed a unilateral resentment towards him. The thought that the person who wanted to kill him was about to do it in front of him openly, and he had to call him cousin despite Dumbledore's ugly face, just for a bullshit unbreakable contract.

He thought that this was just Dumbledore's excuse. There must be something he didn't tell him, just like he had been kept in the dark in his previous life. Harry pinched the spoon in his hand, and the smooth silver cutlery reflected his bulging arms.

Neville was standing aside in amazement, he watched the spoon handle change from straight to slightly curved, hiss, this didn't look very good, but the body should be healthy. Neville retreated timidly and glanced at Malfoy who was sitting next to Harry.

In the end, I chose not to say anything, sat in my seat and watched the performance in front of me.

"Harry, Harry, stay calm, you are an adult, stay calm, love and peace——"

Draco squeezed Harry's hand. Seeing that his former mortal enemy, now his friend, seemed to be one of the few people who stood firmly behind him, Harry felt relieved. His wandering heart seemed to have finally settled down, and he squeezed the hand back.

Draco seemed a little surprised, but seeing that Harry, who used to be calm and composed, seemed to be in the depressed state of his previous life again, he finally softened his heart and acquiesced to Harry's behavior.

Ron, who was standing by, saw this and felt a little jealous. His possessiveness towards his friend and the guilt for not noticing that Harry had been tortured for so long made him feel very uneasy.

No, people have to take the initiative and can't hesitate here. He pulled himself over and leaned on the other side of Harry. Then he took out the red stick that was stuffed in Harry's pocket and tied it to his wrist himself.

"You must always carry this rope with you. I went through a lot of trouble to get this little red rope from far away China."

Despicable! Malfoy and Velez stared at each other, their eyes colliding in the air, and Harry seemed to smell the scent of gunpowder.

"Okay, okay—I'll definitely keep it with me."

At this moment, Dumbledore pushed the door open and everyone's eyes were attracted by him. Behind him was a white snow scene with bright moonlight shining down, which seemed particularly holy at this moment.

Behind him followed a fat boy who looked out of place, with a gloomy expression and slow movements. Ron looked over and found that apart from his friend's appearance, he had actually swallowed the words in his mouth because Dudley squeezed over.

His fat body pushed Harry and Ron apart. He smiled at Harry provocatively, then used a silent spell to float an empty chair under his butt, taking up the seats of two people, and then began to disgust Harry.

"Professor Dumbledore said that you are not allowed to harm Hogwarts, but he didn't say that we can't cast a spell on you. You'd better be careful." Draco threatened coldly. At this time, Dudley possessed 100% of Harry's memory (of course, this is what he thought. He knew that Harry's secret was only rebirth. The system in Harry's sea of ​​consciousness and Gryffindor were not clear)

"Aren't we good friends?" Dudley seemed to have really put himself in Harry's shoes. The image of Draco, wearing a neat black suit, walking towards him in the sunshine and extending his hand to him seemed to be rooted in his soul.

Dudley had never been so integrated with a person before. He possessed almost all of Harry's memories. The few memories from his past seemed like grains of sand on the asphalt road. Although they existed, they disappeared with the slightest breeze, leaving only Harry's identity, like the handle of a kite.

who I am?