Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The wall with the principal's portrait was cast under a spell. It became infinitely tall and infinitely long. No matter how many portraits were placed on it, it always gave people a just right feeling.

Harry stood at the foot of the wall and looked up. If you look closely, you will see that almost all the wizards who have served as headmasters over the past thousands of years are here. As time goes by, the portraits in front have lost their ability to move and have become static paintings. As for those in the last few hundred years, some have fallen into a deep sleep, while others have gone to rest somewhere else. Very few choose to stay here.

"It's the Diadem of Ravenclaw," Harry answered.

"What! The crown?" Black's loud voice woke up the others who were sleeping. Some of the people at the top could not stay any longer, and they visited each other and scrambled to the bottom. The crown that had been lost for a thousand years returned to Hogwarts, which was a big deal. Many old scholars who graduated from Ravenclaw could not stay any longer, and threw away their previous pride, fighting for a position.

A skinny old man said to Harry, "Quick, hold it up close so we can take a closer look."

Harry did as he was told, and as his skin touched the cold iron crown, his mood gradually became more irritable.

He looked up unintentionally, but felt something was wrong. Was this wall also like this?

At the top were four huge blank portraits, fully occupying the first row and placed in the center. The third frame, shaking off the dust on itself, was faintly emitting light like the first one.

The first picture frame jumped down from the top and landed steadily on Harry's arm. It seemed to have magic that completely eliminated the negative effects of the crown on Harry.

The Gryffindor in his mind was slightly excited, he felt the call, and couldn't wait to get out of here, but when he flew to the top, a thin film blocked him here. Gryffindor ran to the headmaster's office in the castle again. It was clean and tidy inside, without the current layout. He stood under the wall, and then an identical picture frame appeared.

Gryffindor plunged in. It had been nearly a thousand years since he discovered this ingenious little arrangement. He could finally take a look around and leave the place that had imprisoned him for a thousand years. He was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.

A red light shot out from Harry's mind and finally aimed at the picture frame on his arm. The real Hogwarts complex shook, and in just a short moment, all the buildings were expressing their celebration for Gryffindor.

Gryffindor appeared in the blank portrait, and he happily arranged the painting: a small house, mountains, a wide lawn, a puppy jumping around, a lake, and a thin black octopus in the lake.

The principals, attracted by the crown, gradually shifted their attention to the painting and then screamed.

Harry was sure that the constant tinnitus in the back of his ear was caused by this group of people.

He covered his ears in pain, and the crown he was holding fell to the ground with a clatter, landing quietly on the blanket.

"Look, look, even though I don't know who this man is, I have a feeling that this is the ancestor of our Gryffindor School - Godric Gryffindor."

"Just brag, if he's Godric, I'm Slytherin, or Merlin is alive."

Gryffindor greeted Harry, then directed his portrait to dash around in the headmaster's office. As soon as he saw a half-open window, he slipped out sideways.

"Don't scare the students, and remember to cast an Disillusionment Charm on yourself." Although Harry was surprised, he was very happy that his ancestor, who had given so much, could one day regain his freedom, even if it was in this way.

He gave instructions like an old mother, watching the portrait splashing in the sky, and came to the crowd playing on the lawn below, and began his own pranks. Sometimes he directed the water on the lake to pour on the little wizard and laughed, sometimes he dived into the Black Lake and had a friendly exchange with the octopus that had stayed there for a thousand years, and sometimes he dived into the classroom and began to cast a spell on the professor's head. It should be said that they had the same vision, and Gryffindor aimed at Snape, who was teaching Potions in the basement.

He had long been annoyed with this greasy hair, so today he decided to give Snape a good bath. Gryffindor arrogantly drew water from the Black Lake and poured it over the defenseless Snape's head, then threw a bath ball on his hair. The exaggerated foam immediately covered Snape's entire hair, and the little wizard who was brewing potion below laughed out loud.

Snape wiped the foam off his face and looked around. The little wizards who had been laughing just now immediately became extremely quiet.

One of the little girls was looking at the empty seat beside her worriedly. She was from Ravenclaw College. Her partner in Potions class suddenly disappeared. She heard that she caused a commotion in the corridor this morning and went into the principal's office. Now she didn't know what happened to her?

The little girl sighed, which sounded particularly loud in the silent classroom. Snape, who had just cleaned the foam on his head, immediately stared at the little girl.

He began to walk up to the little girl and spray the venom. "Look at you, you are as stupid as those trolls in Gryffindor. You are particularly ridiculous among the so-called knowledgeable Ravenclaws."

The little girl paused in stirring the dry pot, her nose suddenly felt sore and something started to spin in her eyes. She tried hard not to cry, but Snape became even more aggressive.

"you--"

He was just about to open his mouth to continue spraying venom when he didn't expect that the back door of the classroom was pushed open with great force. The heavy wooden door hit the wall hard with a bang, which scared Snape so much that he trembled all over. He turned around and saw such a thin figure with a red nose and eyes, and his clothes were a little dirty.

Snape recalled that this was the little girl he met in the corridor this morning, but he did not expect that his momentary action would cause the little girl to be misunderstood and bullied by others. The people who bullied her turned out to be those from his Slytherin college.

The words that just came to his mouth were swallowed back immediately. How to say it? When he heard what Professor McGonagall said, he still felt a little guilty. After all, he encountered the same situation when he first entered Hogwarts in his first year.

He acquiesced to the little girl going back to her original seat and mercifully gave her extra lessons. "Tonight, come to my office—"

Zhou Fu said nothing and sat obediently in his seat. He turned around and met the sparkling eyes of another little girl. She smiled gently, and the little girl grinned, looking very happy. Snape walked away dejectedly. Before leaving, he took another look at Zhou Fu and confirmed that there was no strange expression on his face, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The youngest daughter is still very strong.