Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Just as Harry was daydreaming, the two of them reached a tacit understanding without knowing when, and began to smile and talk intimately.

Harry had never seen Dumbledore smile so brightly, and he had never seen Gryffindor so generous. It seemed that he could immediately say, "Today's meal is on my table, and you are not allowed to leave unless you drink three kilograms of liquor."

He felt that he had no say in the matter, as the mission had been accomplished anyway. He picked up the crown from the ground. There were some cracks on it, as well as black burn marks. There was no trace of Voldemort's soul on it anymore. Only a battered relic remained.

Can it really give people wisdom? Harry curiously placed the crown on his hair, and the messy hair fixed the now worn crown well.

Soon, he got the answer.

A cool feeling came from the crown into Harry's mind, which made his head feel very comfortable. His thoughts became extremely clear, and his thinking became infinitely broad. Any complex knowledge point was just within reach, as simple as ABCD.

Harry felt that he knew everything in the world at that moment. The mysteries of the past were solved. He found the Hufflepuff kitchen in his dusty memory. The patterns of memory in his mind lined up and entered his mind maze, forming recognizable shapes.

Harry was addicted. He had never been so immersed in the ocean of knowledge. He had never felt that learning was such a happy thing. Letting his brain be filled with these things, the pleasure of understanding everything in the world made him happy and satisfied.

The happiness that we once had from playing now seems so fragile, like colorful bubbles in the wind, which can be punctured at any time and turned into thin and broken foam, floating away with the wind, or falling into the soil.

"No, Harry." A big hand took the crown off Harry's head. The moment it was taken off, the clear world was covered by layer upon layer of cloth of different colors, and the surroundings became the chaotic look he was familiar with.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Harry was sad, and at the same time he had some resentment towards the person who took the crown. Why did he take it down? It is not easy to see the world clearly. This feeling of controlling everything and understanding everything is really fascinating.

Gryffindor spent every day with Harry, so he was very familiar with Harry and also saw his current condition clearly.

He quickly came to Harry's head and hit Harry's skull hard with the hard portrait frame. Soon a red mark appeared, and then it immediately became red and swollen. Harry covered the place with his hand and let out a scream.

The strange thought just now receded like the tide, melted into the ocean of the mind, and fell into the deepest part of the ocean. Only the faintly floating bubbles carried the thoughts just now, making Harry understand and see the resentment he just had.

This made him shudder. I actually felt such resentment just because of the feeling I had just had for a moment.

Harry took a few steps back in fear, looking at the crown in horror. It was even more terrifying than Voldemort's temptation.

"Hahaha, Harry, you don't have to be afraid. This may be because the crown's defense mechanism has been destroyed." Dumbledore pointed to the cracks on it and explained the matter to Harry.

Harry was thoughtful. He frowned and described to Dumbledore the feeling he had just had. It turned out that magical items, whether good or bad, were so dangerous.

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged. He put the crown on his head. Harry hurried forward a few steps and was about to stop him, but Dumbledore took the crown off his head himself. He looked at the crown and said to Harry.

"Then leave this thing here with me for now."

Harry was about to nod, but the Gryffindor next to him slapped him hard again.

He then remembered what Ravenclaw had told him, "I'm afraid not. Sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I may need to use it for a while."

Harry made eye contact with Gryffindor, and after understanding what he meant, he spoke boldly.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and decided to put the crown back in Harry's hand. "But you have to promise me that you won't wear it on your head. Otherwise, once you take it off, you won't be able to think."

"Huh? What does this mean?" Harry was a little confused. Although he admitted that this crown was very tempting, could help him think, and had the function of tempting people to become addicted, how could he stop people from thinking?

Dumbledore explained this to Harry in detail, "It's dependence, it's the inertia of thinking. Once your thinking is completely dependent on external forces, when they are taken away, your thinking will be like a carriage running in the mud. Even though the wheels are spinning and the mud is splashing, it still won't move forward at all."

Harry didn't quite understand, but he knew the difference between good and bad, so he nodded obediently.

He saw that Dumbledore looked a little tired. As today's work had been completed, he decided not to disturb Dumbledore's rest. Then - Gryffindor -

The portrait returned to the top row, and at the same time a red light flew out and penetrated into Harry's body.

Dumbledore looked serious, frowned, and asked Harry worriedly, "What is this?"

"Do I live inside your mind?"

Harry nodded. He was used to it, used to all the random things buzzing in his mind. For example, now, Draco was calling him frantically, but he didn't tell him the reason. Instead, he asked him to come to the Great Hall quickly, saying that he had something important to discuss with him.

Dumbledore's eyebrows were about to knot, but soon, his stomach made a few rumbling sounds.

"Principal Dumbledore, you should have a good rest and have lunch first. I won't disturb you."

Harry bowed obediently. Before leaving, the dark shadow was still behind Dumbledore. The black paint on it was floating, as if it had a soul. When Harry looked over, it formed a line of text.

"I'm Vo..."

He couldn't see clearly what was behind because Dumbledore suddenly stood up, the black fog disappeared instantly, and he greeted Harry with a smile, motioning him to go to lunch.

Harry walked slowly into the principal's office with the crown on his arm.

"What were you doing just now?"

No one responded. The people who had just appeared seemed to be illusions. Tom refused to admit it. Dumbledore couldn't do anything to him. Now the thing on Harry seemed to be confirmed...

He thought carefully and opened the paper that Nicomele had given him. It was another tiring day...

He yawned, and the beard under his chin moved exaggeratedly. He angrily cut off the tangled beard, and a few strands of it fell from the air and landed on the carpet, disappearing into it.