Harry Potter and the Rebirth

In the vast space, there are few people and almost no animals. Occasionally there are some insects, fish, birds and beasts, but they have no life and vitality. It seems that they are just following a fixed routine, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

This is even more true in the forbidden forest. There is no trace of any living creatures, and the plants have grown wildly, blocking out the sun. The sky and the space beneath the leaves are almost two completely different spaces.

The slender figure of Ravenclaw appeared. She seemed to be in a very happy mood. Humming a little tune, she went deep into the Forbidden Forest and walked to the side of Voldemort who was entangled by vines.

"Tsk, tsk, what a poor thing. But you can't keep sleeping here. Without you, this show would be so boring."

Gryffindor was sitting in the headmaster's office at this time. Next to him were two mirrors with an exquisite picture frame in the middle. There was still some dust on it that had not been swept away. It should have been taken down from the top.

There was a mirror emitting a faint light, with green and black being the main colors. The elegant lady in the middle was out of tune with the silence and darkness. The person in the mirror suddenly turned around, and she seemed to realize that someone was looking at her.

Gryffindor waved his hand and the picture disappeared. Ravenclaw frowned, stopped what he was doing, and began to check the surroundings.

The other mirror was blank, with occasional shadows flashing across it and then disappearing quickly.

"Still not working? It's been so long." Gryffindor seemed to have anticipated this result. He calmly put away the two mirrors and stood up the picture frame in the middle. Soon, a pair of deep blue eyes appeared, and then the whole figure gradually became clear. It was Dumbledore.

Gryffindor showed excitement on his face. As for this headmaster who also came from Gryffindor a thousand years later, they had many common topics to talk about. They also had an in-depth discussion on some things that would happen in the future.

"Would you like to come in and take a look?"

Gryffindor extended an invitation to Dumbledore, "Oh, of course, it would be my honor if you could come in." The smile on Dumbledore's face widened. He has always been very interested in exploring the unknown.

Godric seemed a little embarrassed at this moment. "If you want to come in, you must touch Harry's body. At the same time, you are only entering in the form of a soul. The body left outside needs to be carefully watched. This will be your most vulnerable time."

Dumbledore thought for a moment and felt that it was not the right time, so he politely declined Gryffindor's invitation.

They exchanged opinions on some topics, and Godric said everything he could say. There were also some sensitive topics that could not be transmitted beyond this space, but it was enough for him to start arranging some other new things.

After this pleasant meeting, Dumbledore began to write a letter, then touched Fawkes who was licking his feathers beside him and handed the letter to him.

"Sorry for bothering you, leave it to Jinlais."

Fox obediently grabbed the letter and immediately disappeared into the office.

Although Fawkes disappeared, he immediately appeared beside a window of the Gryffindor dormitory. A small crack appeared in the window, and a small snake crawled out. Then it hung on Fawkes's claws, and it chirped happily a few times, appearing particularly excited and happy.

Dudley, who was lying on the bed, witnessed the whole process, but he was no longer surprised. He didn't know how a bird and a snake could become friends, just like that silly fat boy today.

Ron yawned, turned over and continued to sleep. Harry, on the other hand, frowned at this moment, and it was obvious that today's learning content made him particularly distressed.

He stared at the exquisite book in front of him, which introduced the various jewels that the British royal family wore in public. His brows were furrowed, and when the teacher turned around, he opened his mouth slightly and yawned. It was obvious that he didn't like these very much.

"Let's talk about the next one." The elegant old man seemed not to notice Harry's impatience and talked about the largest picture in the book. Harry perked up because he found that he seemed to have seen this in the Room of Requirement.

"This was once the crown used for the Queen's coronation. It has a very long history and important significance, but it disappeared several centuries ago. In order not to cause public opinion and damage the image of the royal family, the royal family rushed to make another crown overnight that looks the same on the surface, but is actually several times less valuable."

Harry frowned. "Teacher, I was -"

"Ok?"

Harry stopped talking. What was this teacher's original identity? Could he tell her about these things? Or should he go talk to Dumbledore after class?

The teacher didn't care about Harry's hesitation and the look of having many things in his mind, and continued to talk to himself. Harry didn't listen carefully to what happened next. After the get out of class, he ran to another classroom where Gryffindor was waiting for him.

"To be honest, I think I'm the only student there, so I don't need to run around in different classrooms. Can't I just change the teacher?"

Harry complained to Gryffindor that he was the only student there, yet they had to make it so formal.

"I haven't taught anyone in a long time. You finally showed up, so shouldn't you accompany me to enjoy the fun?"

Gryffindor's answer left Harry speechless. He sat on the stool. There was a book on the desk in the first row with the words "Dietary Summary" written in large fonts.

Harry flipped through it casually. It wasn't about cooking or tasting delicious food, but some mysterious mythological stories. "Do I need to learn this?"

Gryffindor nodded, and out of respect for the old man's wishes and their seemingly far-reaching plans, Harry straightened his back resignedly. Well, listening to the story is better than looking at those fancy gems.

"Hey, brother, wake up, it's time for dinner, we should go eat."

As soon as Harry opened his eyes, he saw the huge face of his good brother Ron. Some of his longer red hair blew onto Harry's cheeks, which made him feel a little itchy.

Ron noticed this and distanced himself from Harry, "Sorry, mate."

Harry patted Ron's shoulder and yawned very sleepily. The classes he had just attended had drained most of his energy. It didn't look like he had slept for the entire afternoon. Instead, it looked like he had run several kilometers on the playground.

He put on his shoes and a piece of clothing. Ron was also tidying up the bed. While he was getting dressed, Harry accidentally saw the books on Ron's bed through the long gap. He raised his eyebrows. This is good, Harry thought to himself.