Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Dumbledore was in the office, asking in detail about what had just happened.

"Are you sure that the man just now was Godric Gryffindor?"

The portraits at the top of the wall spoke, "The aura is very familiar. At the same time, we can also feel that the castle shook the moment he appeared."

Dumbledore tapped the desk with his slender fingers, making a few crisp sounds, and then quickly fell into deep thought.

On the smooth floor, wisps of black gas floated out again, then gradually condensed into a small ball, floated above the shadow of the desk, and then disappeared.

Dumbledore's tapping rhythm stopped for a beat. Tom beside him tilted his head. The two looked at each other meaningfully. Tom turned his head away first, and Dumbledore resumed his original rhythm.

On the other hand, as Harry was going downstairs, he was thinking about what the shadow wanted to say to him. I was thinking, "It starts with a V. Who is he?" Is he a ghost in the castle? Someone who has died? But Dumbledore didn't want me to know...

"You can put the crown here with me first." Gryffindor returned to that space again, seeming very lost. From the original noisy and full of vitality, it has become silent now. Even the people living here are immersed in their own academic world.

At this time, Harry appeared. She looked at Gryffindor quietly without saying a word. After calming down, Gryffindor immediately realized a problem that had been bothering him for the past few days.

Ravenclaw was still in Harry's body, but he suddenly realized that the reason why Ravenclaw was in Harry's body was because a black light ball hurt her, and that black light ball was brought by Ravenclaw himself and was originally in the same crown with her, so why? And what about Voldemort's soul? It was Rowena who didn't catch it cleanly at the beginning, which was impossible. Gryffindor was the first to deny this conjecture.

Does that mean the one just killed is a fake? That doesn't seem right. There is no other black guy like him in the world.

Could it be that Harry had found the wrong person? No! Harry was looking for the person Harry had pointed out -

Could it be that Harry pointed at the wrong person? That didn't seem right. Rather than saying Harry pointed it out, it was more like the Ravenclaw that merged with her did it.

What about appearing out of thin air? That's possible.

Gryffindor's head exploded for a moment, he felt that this kind of job was not suitable for him.

Harry walked, waiting for the crown on his arm to disappear, but when he was almost at the Great Hall, there was still no movement, as if what he had just heard was an illusion.

"Godric?" Harry called out boldly.

No one answered.

"Godric, your house is on fire, and Merlin ran out of that house with his pants hanging down."

Gryffindor woke up suddenly and was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This kid, the more familiar he is with me, the more he likes to joke. Your house is on fire.

Then, the crown on his arm gradually disappeared and turned into light spots of various colors, most of which flew into Harry's body. He felt that his brain was working faster, and the layer of wrinkles on the outside of his brain was like mint cooling lotion, now cool and smooth. He felt like a wise man in the world, looking at everyone with pity and contempt.

But Harry quickly recovered from this state. He asked curiously, "What is this?"

"After all, it is absorbed into your body, so you will still get some benefits, but the more functions are given as gifts for your learning. Unlock them bit by bit. Remember that you have missed a lot of classes, so you should reduce the time you spend eating and playing..."

Harry blocked himself out consciously. There was nothing more painful in the world than this. He had just woken up and had to face piles of homework.

"Harry's progress is twice as fast as yours." Gryffindor said quietly.

I can do it! Harry instantly stood up, even the hair on his forehead supported it, and soon stood up, swinging back and forth with the movements of his master.

Time passed quickly and Harry came to the noisy auditorium. At this time, Draco, who was guarding the door of the auditorium, waved to him.

"What's the matter, Draco? Do you need to call me so urgently?"

Harry was a little surprised, because usually Draco would rather see him in person and then talk to him, but now he used this function.

"You should go check out the Great Hall," Draco's voice was a little loud, and his tone was filled with an indescribable sense of gloating and anticipation. His words were in a roundabout way, befitting the elegance of a nobleman, but also revealing the pride in his heart at the moment.

Harry looked towards the auditorium, which was very lively. It was lunch time, and the four long tables were full of people. His thoughts unconsciously turned to the principal's office just now. The spell he captured at that moment, and then looking at the current patterns, the handles to crack these four patterns suddenly appeared in front of him.

But at this moment, something is more conspicuous than the answer.

His eyes first fell on Ron and Hermione. Hermione was holding a long list in her hand, which was densely covered with various small words. Although Harry's eyesight was not very good, he could catch the agile golden snitch with his glasses. He vaguely recognized the words and felt creepy. Potions, Charms, Herbology, Astronomy...

This seemed to be a plan arranged by Hermione to prepare for the final exams in advance, but since she passed several exams, some things were no longer needed, so it was written for Ron.

Harry glanced at Ron stealthily, seeing how sad he looked, and couldn't help but be glad that he was not next to Hermione, otherwise he would have had another long list to write, even though he already knew some of these things.

"What's so good about this? You have to call me in such a hurry."

"I didn't ask you to look at them." Draco felt a little jealous. Even though he had changed to a new world and he always stood behind Harry, why couldn't he think of anyone else except those two people? Compared to those two people, he had been with them for a longer time.

Draco placed his hands beside Harry's head and twisted his body. The furry hair tickled his palms and he curled his fingers unconsciously and scratched his palms.

Now Harry saw the real culprits, it turned out to be Sirius and Dudley. It must be said that although he had changed his appearance, Dudley was still that powerful man, able to confront the professor of this school even when the conditions were unfavorable to him.

Harry listened carefully, and some words penetrated into his ears.

"Why didn't you hand in the paper I asked you to hand in? Why didn't you come to my office last night and put yourself in solitary confinement? De--"

Sirius seemed to remember something and shut his mouth, which was about to deduct points. He didn't want to deduct points from his own school, especially for such a person.