Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"What are you doing? Are you not allowed to attend class because you are stuck here?"

Professor McGonagall walked to the center of the crowd and began to shoo people away.

"Filch, please help me." McGonagall looked at Filch who was hiding behind the crowd far away, and the expression on her face was not very good.

Filch walked over helplessly, gave Harry a helpless look, and then began to use his remaining power, "What are you looking at?"

The little wizards surrounding them scattered like birds, with excitement on their faces, but they were disappointed.

Professor McGonagall glared at Harry and Dudley beside her, then as if she remembered something, she looked at the fat boy curiously, then, with a stern face, she led the four people present to Dumbledore's office.

Ron followed the five men step by step, wanting to see if his good brother would be punished. He felt that Harry was not that kind of person. If Dudley was present, Ron would have found out the culprit of this farce. It must be that guy who had used some unknown means to confuse Harry.

He punched Dudley hard in the back, but of course he stood still, about 5 meters away from the group in front.

"What are you doing in here? Go back to class." Ron was blocked outside the headmaster's office by Professor McGonagall. He looked on eagerly, but unfortunately he could only see a serious stone beast, yawning, scratching the floor with its toes from time to time, and the spiral staircase above, which blocked all his vision.

"come in--"

Dumbledore spoke, and Ron walked in as he wished. He actually didn't want to attend the next class, so he made an excuse to accompany his good friend.

The office was unusually quiet. Dumbledore wanted to leave the four of them alone. He was chewing a licorice stick that looked like a magic wand, changing the taste from time to time by stuffing the cockroaches jumping around on the table into his mouth, bursting out rich chocolate sauce.

"Child, what is your name?"

Dumbledore swallowed the candy in his mouth, took a sip of the orange juice beside him, and then asked the little girl who lowered her head in a friendly manner.

"My name is Zhou Fu, Zhou as in repetition, Fu as in repetition—"

Harry raised his head. He knew that the girl was talking to him. Due to his travels in his previous life, he had learned some Chinese, at least better than Dumbledore.

Dudley also pricked up his ears, it was obvious that Harry's sharing of memories was not exaggerated.

"Sorry, kid, my Chinese is not very good." Dumbledore frowned in distress. His simple Chinese vocabulary was not enough to support him in such a complex listening test. It was like a junior high school student who had just come into contact with English and then went to university to take the Level 6 test. It went in one ear and out the other ear so smoothly.

This time, Zhou Fu used English.

Dumbledore understood, and he turned around and asked the Slytherin girl. When he got the name Kelly, he nodded and began to read the newspaper on the table. The content on the newspaper was Rita Skeeter's report. There was a photo of Dumbledore and Fudge drinking together. The wine in the glasses raised by the two people was shaking slightly. In the dim light, their smiles were blurry, but it looked like a very pleasant conversation.

"Shock! Dumbledore and Fudge met in the pub late at night!" Obviously, this is a clickbait title.

Dumbledore looked at the report below with a big smile, Muggle News Express -

10 Downing Street, the official residence of the British Prime Minister, was attacked by four mortar shells from the IRA4.

Those who were left out in the cold were getting a little impatient, and Ron regretted having squeezed in. His good brother Harry was already wandering around the office.

It's been a while since we last saw each other. Some of the arrangements are still the same, but some are a little different, the most obvious of which is Fawkes. Harry moved closer to Fawkes. The bird felt Harry's approach, raised its head slightly, took a look at the person who came, and then put its head down heavily, obviously very tired.

Harry looked at it with heartache, then gently placed the bird in his hand, touched his head, walked to Dumbledore's desk, picked up the colorful candies on his desk, picked up one and put it in his mouth, then knocked on an area on his desk and shouted "Three glasses of orange juice."

Three glasses of fresh orange juice appeared on the table. Harry looked at them with satisfaction, picked up a glass and gave it to Zhou Fu who was standing.

The little girl raised her head slightly, obviously very surprised. She opened her mouth and then looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled encouragingly.

Zhou Fu then took the glass of orange juice tremblingly.

Good acting, Harry commented in his mind.

He took another cup and sat down on the sofa next to him, ate a candy, took a sip of orange juice, and then touched Fox in his arms, looking very comfortable and relaxed.

Ron opened his mouth wide. He was so skilled in doing this in front of Dumbledore. He was not afraid of Dumbledore's low pressure at all. Could it be that he was really worthy of being the savior?

"Is that cup mine?"

"It's yours--" Dudley ran to the table, picked up the cup, and seeing that Dumbledore had no objection, he returned to his original seat. He didn't dare to be as casual as Harry, with the Unbreakable Vow still lingering in his mind.

Kelly was stunned. He had only heard about it and heard about it before, but now he saw it for real. Dumbledore was so close and doting on Harry. Who could compare to him?

Kelly then decided to stay away from Harry, after all, she would still be living in Hogwarts.

"You are so comfortable here, coming to eat with me - don't you know why I called you here?"

"You were just casting a spell on your classmates in the corridor." Dumbledore retracted the amiable expression on his face and became very serious. He stood up from his chair, walked to Harry, and looked down at him.

Kelly's fearful expression suddenly turned into gloating. See? He was so unbridled. Dumbledore had never criticized a person so seriously. He was always smiling and didn't care about the deduction of so many points for his mischievous brother.

Harry glanced at Dumbledore, put the bird on the sofa, and then steadily brought the orange juice to the desk. He stood up, pushed Dumbledore down on the sofa again, and sat down next to him.

Dumbledore did not object, and the seriousness on his face seemed to break into a smile.

Kaili felt a chill in his heart and thought, okay, just kidding her.

Finally, Dumbledore sighed, and asked everyone to get a stool and sit on it, even Ron who followed along.

"Then let's get down to business now—"

"Zhou Fu, I want to ask you, have any classmates bullied you? You can tell me boldly, other students won't have any objections."

(11991On February 2, 7, 10 Downing Street, the official residence of the British Prime Minister, was attacked by three mortar shells from the Irish Republican Army. This happened in reality. For the convenience of writing, the time and numbers have been changed.)