Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry wiped his hands gently with the handkerchief in his pocket, reached out and took the stone back from the table, wrapped it in the handkerchief, and put it back in his pocket.

He opened the door gently and looked at the silence in the corridor. He walked away quietly, his emerald eyes filled with a hint of relief and smile after a successful mission.

The biggest trouble in the wizarding world has been resolved. On this unknown night, the prisoners of Azkaban are still waiting, and some people from pure-blood families are still waiting for the wizarding world to be overturned again. It will not be as tragic as the previous life. He just needs to absorb Voldemort's soul.

But, is it really that simple?

Harry's face was hidden in the darkness. The moonlight was like a silk thread, gently draped behind the lonely traveler, and a portrait in the corridor secretly opened its eyes, and its eyeballs rolled around.

Ron's thoughts returned to the classroom.

There were already some voices in the back, chattering with innocence and ignorance of the world. He sighed, a little envious, and Ron walked into the classroom and sat next to Harry.

At the same time, a kitten jumped onto the table. The two people next to it looked gloating. When Ron saw it out of the corner of his eye, he roughly understood the identity of the kitten.

Although he knew that he should not be exposed too much, the experience of last night had almost shaken him off. Not long after he ran away, he met Dumbledore. The headmaster did not say anything, but just glanced at him with his eyes that seemed to see through everything, and Ron felt that he had been exposed.

Dumbledore asked him to follow, and he saw Harry and Quirrell enter the room with his own eyes. Then after a while, Harry came out by himself. Then Dumbledore asked him to go back by himself, and he went into the office himself.

Ron didn't know what happened afterwards, but fortunately, until now, the school was still calm, which made him feel a little relieved.

Ron pretended to be completely clueless, and then gently touched the kitten. The kitten was stimulated, and suddenly arched its body and its fur stood up. Harry looked at him with admiration, which made him feel very useful. How could someone who dared to touch a tiger's whiskers not be called a warrior?

Kitty suddenly turned into Professor McGonagall. She looked at the daring child in shock, but she felt guilty. After all, she was the one who wanted to test him, so she couldn't blame the student. Professor McGonagall moved her mouth, but didn't say anything in the end. She didn't turn back into a kitten, but sat upright on the podium and opened her book.

At this time, Ron pretended to be frightened and apologized to Professor McGonagall tremblingly, but in his heart he was very happy. Professor Meowmeow was so nice.

At this time, Harry patted Ron and gave him a thumbs up under the table. Hermione on the side was full of appreciation and envy. She wished she could pretend to be ignorant and pet the little cat. The slightly awkward atmosphere between the three of them was slightly resolved.

The classroom seemed to be packed with people all of a sudden, with students from the two colleges sitting clearly separated.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous spell you have in your classes at Hogwarts. Anyone who tries to cause trouble in my class will be asked to leave and never come back. I warned you." .”

Professor McGonagall said seriously, and then, in the fearful eyes of the little wizards, she turned the table on the podium into a grunting pig. Harry and the other two who were closest to it could really feel the heat and stench coming from the animal's body. The pig's head kept shaking, and its ears occasionally trembled. Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust.

The little wizards sitting in the classroom soon exclaimed in surprise. The professor looked at the scene in front of her with satisfaction. Then she continued to explain the main points of the class, and with a wave of her hand, she turned the newborn pig back into a dead object.

Harry looked at the flow of magic power greedily. He only needed to watch it once more to learn this profound spell. In his eyes, lights of different colors flowed in different directions. What was this? Harry felt that it looked familiar. Wasn't this the magical text he saw in his mind at the beginning?

He pondered carefully, trying to find the common point among them. Was it the pattern of colors, or the flowing patterns, or was it really a rune?

"The next task is to turn a match into a silver needle. The spell is Transfiguration 1." Professor McGonagall knocked on the blackboard to remind the students to pay attention.

Hermione listened attentively, her hands on the table, her head following Professor McGonagall's key points of the lecture, and she raised her hand from time to time to ask the teacher questions.

Harry, who was standing by, felt helpless when he saw this scene. It had been a long time since he remembered the classes in his previous life. He was only deeply impressed by Hermione's Miss Know-It-All. In addition, the ferret had tugged at his soul, so he had very few useful memories.

Did she do the same thing in her previous life? Harry poked Ron habitually with his elbow, motioning him to look at Hermione on the right, as if they were still good friends, not new classmates they had just met.

Ron felt a little uncomfortable. He also saw the performance of the little girl next to him. He had had enough of the difficult life in China in his previous life, and wanted to lie down in this life.

But I didn't expect there was a king of rolls around. What is this called? Murphy's Law.

Professor McGonagall handed the needle down. Harry looked at the silver needle in front of him, wondering whether he should transform immediately or wait a while. After all, pretending not to know how to do it was tiring. Harry thought about his last life and felt that things had changed.

When he first came to this world, he brought the magic power of his previous life with him. He was already proficient in wandless spellcasting, and he came to school here just to follow the crowd, without any special ideas.

"Transfiguration", Harry decided to try it out first, and the corresponding image emerged in his mind. The silver needle body was engraved with a vine, which was emerald green, and there were a few leaves, just wrapped around the tip of the needle. The match in front of him began to slowly change according to Harry's wishes until it was completely transformed, with unusual smoothness. At this time, Harry looked at the several little wizards around him, well, they were working very hard.

Ron next to him was chanting spells vigorously, his face flushed red, like a lion with its fur standing on end. Then a few drops of sweat flowed from his forehead onto his freckles, and finally dripped onto his collar, drawing dark spots. He finally couldn't help but smile, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth.

Ron, who was standing next to him, was a little annoyed and angry. He glared at Harry fiercely. For the first time, he felt that this savior was indebted to him. Harry covered his mouth tactfully, but the gloating look in his eyes eventually leaked out and rushed to Ron's nose, forcing him to react.

Ron couldn't help it, he stretched out his evil hands and began to reach for Harry's armpits. Before Ron realized it, he had gradually lost his vigilance against the savior.

"Hahahaha," Harry laughed as he dodged and accidentally bumped into Hermione.

Hermione looked at the two fighting boys angrily, and felt even more uncomfortable when she saw the exquisite silver needle on Harry's desk.

Before she could start speaking, Professor McGonagall heard a sound at the back of the classroom that was inconsistent with the sound of the spell. She became a little angry, and strode towards where Harry and the other two were. When she was about to attack, her eye was caught by the silver needle on the table, and some of her anger was extinguished.

"Mr. Harry Potter has successfully conjured a beautiful silver needle, Gryffindor gets ten points," said Professor McGonagall, looking extremely happy. Many young wizards still cannot turn a match into a complete silver needle by the end of the school year. Gryffindor has such a person, and it seems that this year's house cup will no longer belong to Slytherin. Professor McGonagall is very excited.

She held up the silver needle that Harry had conjured up high, and the little wizards raised their heads and looked at the silver needle in amazement.

Seamus Finnigan was sitting behind Harry. He looked at the scene with a little frustration and annoyance, waving his wand vigorously. Why couldn't he do it?

Harry listened to the sounds around him, his cheeks slightly red, but at this moment, a bad premonition swept over his body, and Professor McGonagall also discovered something.

"Armor protect you," the two shouted.