Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Here, when Harry left the office, he wanted a quiet place to look at the situation of Professor Quirrell in his mind, and at this time he thought of the Room of Requirement.

It had not been burned down by the fire in the previous life. It was indeed a good place to go. What, burned down by the fire? Harry realized that his idea was wrong. Was the Room of Requirement burned down? Was this another memory he had lost?

Harry did not go into it any further. The important thing now was to investigate Voldemort's situation. Besides, he had no classes today, so he could study his own affairs.

On the eighth floor, Harry stood in front of the tapestry, thinking hard, I want a place to study ancient alchemy. Not long after, a door suddenly appeared in front of him, a dark brown door with a copper handle on it, rusty, ancient and mysterious.

Harry was a little frightened by this quaint gate. In his previous life, he seemed to have seen this before when he went to the Himalayas. Later, he got a golden pendant from it. Harry couldn't remember when he went there, but it seemed that since then, he felt that his magic power had improved by leaps and bounds, and he could control some unfamiliar places with ease.

The ferret in his mind saw this scene and sat up suddenly. It carefully observed the door with Harry's eyes and for the first time corrected its attitude of playing with the world. Its small black eyes flashed with surprise. It waited for the moment when Harry stepped into the door.

Harry was unconscious, he put his hand on the handle, twisted it hard, the door opened to him, and Harry walked in. The ferret was disappointed, it was just an ordinary classroom, at the innermost side there was a bookshelf, on which were some books about alchemy, and there was a window, looking out, facing the Quidditch playground, there were some people training there, under the window, there was a light green sofa, next to it was a small white desk, on which were placed a few pots of Clivia.

Harry was a little confused as to why the sofa was green. Could it be that in his subconscious, he still preferred Slytherin? Harry thought of Malfoy and was instantly relieved.

Harry immersed his consciousness into that mysterious space, walked to the glass wall, greeted the little ferret next to him, and then carefully observed Quirrell. He was still sleeping, and the purple turban was gone, revealing the back of his head.

A few lines of words suddenly appeared on the glass wall: Task 15: Invite Malfoy and Ron to have lunch together. Time limit: before 2 o'clock this afternoon.

Mission success: flying ability increased by 10, mission failure, absorbing one third of Quirrell's (Voldemort) soul. On the wall, the three words Voldemort were slightly distorted, appearing and disappearing. Harry looked at them for a long time before he successfully recognized them.

The heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. Harry came out of his consciousness and waited quietly for the deadline of the task.

The stoat complained, "No, you're really hungry now, how can you eat everything?" It kindly advised Harry, "Although you can enhance your magic power, if you absorb too much, you will no longer be yourself. When the soul exceeds the carrying capacity of the body, it will explode," the stoat said earnestly.

"What's more, you," it looked at him with disdain, too ugly and dirty, "he will pollute your soul."

Harry didn't listen, because when he absorbed Draco's soul, nothing unusual happened. And he hated Voldemort so much that he wished his soul would disappear forever and turn into ashes.

Harry sat quietly on the sofa, watching the sun rise to the highest point in the sky, his deep green eyes filled with comfort. While eating the sandwich that Dobby brought from the kitchen, he looked at the alchemy books on the bookshelf next to him, feeling quite touched.

The Voldemort in his head woke up and looked at the scene in front of him. It was pitch black all around him with only a handful of stars in it. There was a transparent wall in the farthest distance, and it was useless for him to cast any spell.

He had realized that he had been deceived by Harry. Voldemort tried to Apparate, but there was no reaction from the surroundings. He suddenly turned into a puff of black smoke, trying to escape to the highest point, with no end in sight. Harry looked down, watching this man struggling to survive, watching him with nowhere to go, and felt like he had gotten his revenge.

Soon, Voldemort calmed down and released Quirrell. Quirrell was a little timid when he came out. He tried to get close to the wall and pushed it. His warm palm touched the cold glass and his hand trembled.

Harry's face suddenly appeared in front of him, and Quirrell tapped the wall hard, motioning for Harry to look at him.

"Harry, good Harry, I'm your professor, can you please let me out?" The cowardly man pleaded with the child in front of him who was decades younger than him in a hoarse voice.

Harry was indifferent. He looked quietly at the former professor of Muggle Studies in front of him. Now the man had turned into the hideous Voldemort, with no nose, snake-like eyes, and turned pale.

Dumbledore fell from the tower, and Snape's murmur of "always" gradually became weaker, followed by Voldemort's laughter. He cruelly fed his loyal men to the big snake, swallowing them mouthful by mouthful.

The piles of Muggle corpses, the quiet and steady George, the green light emitted from the woman's wand, hitting Sirius.

The dagger thrown by Bellatrix pierced into Dobby's small body without stopping. It cut through the space, rushed out of Harry's memory, and pierced straight into Harry's heart. His heart ached and he felt worse than death.

Harry knew that perhaps Professor Quirrell might be controlled by Voldemort, and would die if he absorbed Voldemort's energy, but he had no way to do anything.

The time for the system to absorb souls next time has been determined. He had originally told the professor to stay away from the forests of Albania, but he didn't expect to follow the footsteps of his previous life.

Perhaps he is no longer the same Harry. Hatred has blinded him, tormenting him day and night like a leech, making it difficult for him to sleep.

Harry steeled himself and tried not to pay attention to Professor Quirrell's pleading.

For today, he resisted the urge to go to Azkaban to rescue his uncle, and tolerated Peter Pettigrew eating and drinking for free at Ron's house, all in order to prevent Voldemort from noticing anything unusual and allowing him to come to Hogwarts, which had long been a trap set up for him.

He was afraid that there might be some connection between the Horcruxes, so even though he knew something about it, he still left them where they were.

He turned around and asked the ferret if it was okay now, if the mission had failed, but before the ferret could speak, he felt a stream of cool water sweeping over his body. His magic power surged again, but the dark side of his heart grew stronger again.

Harry hurried out, sat on the sofa, holding orange juice, drinking while watching.

He looked down at his dashboard. There had been no movement in the past few years since he let Malfoy go. Now his data had finally changed.