Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Some people contacted me and said they could help me. They just needed some - to get my wife back -"

For the first time, old Nott's gloomy face showed some human tenderness, but it was a pity that this gesture was not very appreciated in front of the two powerful wizards.

His wife's death was obviously his own fault, and he didn't capture those Muggle children just to revive his wife. Instead of cherishing the living (Theodore Nott), he was self-touched and missed a dead person. It was really shameful to do such a shameless thing under such an excuse.

Room of Requirement.

There was a sofa of the same style inside the venue, and Dadley sat down on it with familiarity. His fat body pressed against the sofa, which squeaked a few times under the weight.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do here?" He was not worried about his own safety at all, even though he had signed a contract under Dumbledore's coercion not to harm Hogwarts students or Harry, which meant that he would definitely be in a passive state in the battle.

Harry didn't say anything. He looked around. The whole room was still the same as before. The gorgeous crown was still shining with gold, as if it had escaped the erosion of time and was still shining and sparkling.

Dudley followed Harry's gaze and looked at the crown. In his memory, Harry had casually put the crown aside and obviously didn't care about it very much.

"What? You changed your mind again." Dudley teased, and then moved his fat body to the side of the crown. At this time, he stepped on a piece of yellowed paper, which made a slight cracking sound. Hey~

What is this? Dudley bent down curiously, and although it was a bit difficult, his hands somehow managed to pick up the paper without his control.

Harry chose not to see it, and the piece of paper chose to hand over its mission to another person.

After seeing the words clearly, Dudley remained calm, stepped on the piece of paper and walked slowly over. While Dudley was dawdling, Harry had already walked to the center of the pile of garbage and continued searching. He had a hunch that if Dudley was next to him, he would definitely find it.

"Give up soon. Why do you keep running to this garbage dump every day?" Bai You didn't understand at all. Ever since Harry came back from being injured, he had lost a lot of authority over the entire system. Now he was almost useless. He spent the whole day doing nothing in the space, and his master just ordered him to maintain the status quo.

"What about you? Won't you try to persuade him?" Bai You looked at Harley, who was as steady as an old dog. For the first time, he felt that his and Harley's gender roles had been reversed. He jumped up and down all day long, while Harley stayed in bed with her eyes closed to rest. She was so calm.

Harry turned over, not wanting to see this stinky face, which chirped like a bird all day long, making her ears almost calloused. Her body was emitting bursts of blue light, and Harry had a feeling that Ravenclaw would soon come out, and before that, Harry had to find the crown, otherwise -

Gryffindor, who should be most worried about the whereabouts of the crown, ran to the depths of the Forbidden Forest in space. He came to check on Voldemort's imprisonment. After all, he was a dark devil who could call the wind and rain at a time, so he could not let his guard down.

Unlike the deep forbidden forest outside, where various animals lived, the forbidden forest inside the space seemed extremely quiet, even dead silent. The entire space was covered with an ominous green, with densely arranged trees, one next to the other, and the treetops blocked the sunlight. The entire forest was foggy, and the depths were pitch black. There were no large creatures, only occasional snakes quietly wandering in the grass and bushes. Any slight movement became very obvious here.

"Every time I come here, I have to curse Salazar severely," Gryffindor cursed, "This sinister guy, the forest he designed is so suitable for his personality."

Gryffindor increased the intensity of the fluorescent light emitted by his wand, trying to illuminate the area within 1 kilometer around him. "I really admire him."

Three kilometers away from Gryffindor, there was a sleeping, thin man with black hair. He was surrounded by dense green vines, on which grew small flowers with white petals and yellow stamens, swaying slightly in the absence of wind.

Everything seemed very safe.

In the Room of Requirement, Dudley turned his back, used his fat body as a cover, opened the yellowed paper, and read the words on it carefully.

Hiss—this note looks a bit old, but why does the handwriting look so familiar?

Dudley tried to open his eyes as wide as green beans, and became more certain of his guess. Wasn't this what Harry wrote?

Harry wrote this?! He was crazy, I was crazy, there were so many people in the world whose handwriting looked like this, Dudley regretted cherishing this piece of paper so much, and felt that he was the biggest fool in the world.

Then he threw the note away casually. A huge shoe print appeared on the yellowed paper, and no one paid attention to the content of the note.

"Hogwarts motto: Do ​​not disturb a sleeping dragon—"

"Why are you bothering those simple-minded and strong-limbed creatures in the dragon training ground? They spend all day either eating or sleeping, courting or fighting."

Dudley dragged his fat body, struggling to move among the piles of groceries, and shouted loudly to Harry who was searching in the distance.

"Harry, Harry, what are you looking for? Let me look for it with you." Dudley said he didn't want to experience the feeling of Harry leading him in casually, leaving him there casually, and then doing his own thing and ignoring him the whole time.

If it were someone else, someone who almost killed him, hanging around him all day, he could actually ignore him, turn around and focus on the things in his hands, and communicate with him calmly. It's really -

Dudley remembered a religious sect from Harry's previous life. Oh - they were really like clay Buddhas, without any temper or character. They deserved to be bullied.

Harry listened to Dudley's call from afar, but he was actually communicating with Harry, "Is it here?"

Harry's hand was on a worn-out desk with some words carved on it with a knife: "The fecal stone should be taken from the cow's stomach, which can cure all kinds of poisons——"

"No, no, call Dudley closer. When you were next to him just now, I could sense it, but now the distance is too far and it's a little blurry."

Harry turned around and waved to Dudley, who came running over. "What's the matter? What are you looking for?"

"What about now? Do you still have the feeling?" Harry waited patiently for Harry's answer in his heart.

"Okay, okay, come closer to Dudley." Harry turned around, pinched Dudley's sleeves with both hands, and walked forward.

Dudley was slightly dazed. He looked at the two slender fingers on his sleeves, obediently following the insignificant force and moving forward. What was this?

"It's just in front." Harry looked up and saw a pile of items piled up in a ball in front of him. Hiss - this is hidden quite deeply.