Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Ginny held up the envelope in her hand, which was covered with a bright red clay sculpture, and ran to Molly, holding up the envelope as if she were presenting a treasure.

Molly opened the letter and was so angry at its contents that she couldn't help shaking. Those two guys were not doing their job at school and were just messing around with their products all day. I really didn't know where they would find jobs in the future.

Ginny felt a little regretful. She looked at her mother's angry face and regretted that she should not have let her mother see it, adding more worry to her already sad life.

She raised her head and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. But she recalled that her brother always teased her, but also often left the good things for her. Ginny struggled inside, lowered her head, sat at the dining table, and teased Errol.

The next morning, a bright red Howler letter was mailed from home. Ginny looked at the owl that stumbled and flew up again, flying towards her two naughty brothers, and sighed. She was very sensible. Although she knew that due to the family's financial constraints, the items she would have when she went to school next year would only be her brother's second-hand items, but her father promised her that she could have a wand of her own, which made her look forward to it. Ron was also using an old wand now, so at least he didn't need a second-hand one.

It was Saturday morning, and many students had given up their idea of ​​sleeping in and came to the dining table in the auditorium, looking particularly excited. They were talking a lot, and most of them were looking forward to the performance of Gryffindor's new Seeker, Harry Potter.

Harry had originally made the Quidditch team, and had worked with Wood's team many times, but due to several unexpected accidents, he was unable to attend the games normally, so Wood was forced to send substitutes to the field, and Gryffindor fell behind by many points.

Later he was able to play, but the person who played was not the real him. The fake Harry performed well. Wood became more confident and walked with a swagger. He even declared in front of the Slytherins that this year's Quidditch cup would definitely be lifted by Gryffindor.

Now that he can finally go on the field, Harry feels a little nervous. The memories of his past life cannot bring him much comfort because the fake Harry performed too well, and he has only practiced a few times since he came back, and is not very familiar with the tactics yet. It is impossible for the fake Harry to be better than the real one.

He clenched his fists, veins popping out on his thin wrists, his legs and feet trembling uncontrollably. He had seen all kinds of big scenes, and now he was still nervous because of Quidditch.

Harry pounded his chest and stuffed the piece of bread in front of him, which was covered with thick strawberry jam by Ron, into his mouth in one breath, and then swallowed it down with big gulps of orange juice.

I will not lose, Harry encouraged himself. Hermione looked at Harry worriedly. According to his previous performance, Hermione should not be so anxious, but if that guess was true, Harry must be very nervous now. She sat next to him and stroked Harry's back with her hand.

Just at this moment, Dudley appeared behind him. He didn't say anything, but his huge figure could not be ignored.

"I'm looking forward to your performance. If it doesn't work out, tell Dumbledore that we can switch and I'll finish the game for you."

Harry turned around suddenly, glaring at him, and then Ron turned around and said, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. If you get sick, no one will replace you."

Ron spoke in Chinese, and Harry could only understand a few words, but he could get the general idea of ​​"don't be angry".

He patted the back of Ron's hand, indicating that he could.

Draco walked over. His signature platinum hair was not gelled but looked very fluffy. His face was calm as he walked slowly to the opposite side of Harry.

"Come on! I'm looking forward to your performance." Then he left with the two followers behind him. Draco's voice appeared in Harry's mind again, "Don't let me down, let's have a good fight."

Harry's mood immediately relaxed. This was just a game and there wouldn't be any unexpected situations later. The unstable factors were restrained by Dumbledore's Unbreakable Vow. After he woke up, Ron told Harry that Dudley could not touch his clothes, which made Harry feel particularly relieved. Besides, Quirrell in the previous world had also been offline early.

Quirrell...

Harry stared at Sirius who came over to encourage him, the familiar face, the warm words. He was now trying to find another way out. Qi Luo must be saved, but Sirius might not be the bad guy.

Soon, Snape finished his meal at the table, took a detour and walked to Harry's side, bringing up a gust of wind and leaving behind a few light words.

"Play well."

Harry was flattered. He felt that there were countless forces supporting him. It turned out that so many people cared about and loved him. Harry felt that he was full of strength at this moment, and this strength could support him to overcome any difficulties and obstacles.

He glanced at Ron and Hermione beside him, took a few deep breaths, and strode to the locker room where he was going to change his clothes.

"You said Harry would definitely behave well."

"Isn't this nonsense? Look at how well Harry played in the past few times. Even that arrogant guy Malfoy had to admit Harry's skills."

Hermione answered, but her eyes drifted to Ron's worried face. This guy must know something? These two people must be hiding something from her. Is it related to this guy who suddenly appeared? Hogwarts has never had such a precedent.

When Hermione walked out, her eyes met Dudley's unexpectedly, and the familiar feeling came to her mind again. There must be some connection between these three.

Dudley raised his eyebrows. This clever little witch seems to have discovered it. Should I give her some more clues? Let's see how Harry solves it?

As this thought came to mind, his heart began to ache. He cursed inwardly, and his hatred for Dumbledore increased.

The Velez twins were still fighting in the cafeteria, so Ron left, trying to get them to the locker room quickly.

"Hurry up, hurry up! The game is about to start, why are you still dawdling here? Be careful or Wood will come after you."

The twins stopped playing, they remembered their captain who was extremely fanatical about Quilic, and walked out of the auditorium cursing. At this time, Errol flew to the top of the auditorium with the red letter hanging, but unfortunately there were not many people there at that time.

Only Dudley sat there bored. He knew Potter might not be wrong, but this was his time to show off his talent. Even though it was stolen, it still felt a bit awkward.

Errol, Dudley looked at the familiar owl, tilted his head, and shouted...

interesting.