Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Ron sat up in shock, picking up some grass clippings behind him.

"What!" Ron recalled that the reason why he suspected that something was wrong with Harry was not only his sixth sense, but also Hermione's guidance.

"Then why didn't you tell me? We could discuss it together. Wouldn't that be better than acting alone?" Ron was a little puzzled.

"How could I have the chance to tell you?" Hermione felt helpless. At that time, Ron was pestering the fake Harry every day. They lived in the same dormitory together. How could Hermione tell him every time they were together?

Ron scratched his head, thought about it carefully, and found that it was indeed the case.

"So what did you say to Dumbledore?" Harry also sat up. Dumbledore didn't tell him in detail, but just mentioned it briefly.

"It's the Headmaster, Harry—" Hermione corrected Harry's address seriously.

"Okay, okay, Principal—"

"I can see that in the entire school, the person who cares about you the most and is most capable of solving this matter is only Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Then why don't you go find Professor Black?" Ron interrupted. He paid special attention to the issue of address. For his part, he was actually more accustomed to calling him Sirius.

"I looked for it, but I knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered, and I could also feel -"

"Feeling what?" Harry also sat up. He felt his heart tighten. What Hermione said next was probably not what he wanted to hear.

"Although I don't know many spells, I can still recognize that he has cast several protective spells at the door, as if to prevent others from entering."

Hermione frowned, sat up, straightened her waist, and brushed her fluffy hair behind her ears. "I asked other students, and they also found that they could not enter when they were looking for Professor Black."

"It's only when they come here for detention or to get their assignments marked that Professor Black will always be sitting there waiting for them. No one has ever seen the office empty."

Hermione was a little unsure at this time, perhaps for personal reasons, it was understandable that the professor didn't like others to step into his field.

"I think I heard that Professor Black once joked with the Hufflepuffs that there was a secret treasure buried in his office." Ron added, his tone concealing his indifference. Whoever has the treasure will announce it to all the students in the school like a loudspeaker.

Hufflepuff, Harry thought to himself, if he wanted to keep a secret, he wouldn't tell anyone, let alone a house that spread gossip the fastest.

He wanted people to know, but it was inconvenient for him to say it directly.

Just behind the three little ones, Dudley, who had cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself, heard their entire conversation. No wonder he looked so calm. After he was kicked out, he secretly followed Sirius, but found that after he reached the eighth floor, he stood at the door of the headmaster's office for a long time but did not go in. He became impatient waiting.

That shouldn't be the case. How come I haven't heard about it? Where did they get the news from? Dudley frowned and began to review the past. When he was Harry, he was busy gaining a foothold at first, and then he was busy building relationships. In the meantime, he had to avoid Snape's eyes and run to the basement. He actually looked down on Hufflepuffs and thought that they were people that the three colleges didn't want.

He was really careless. Dudley clenched his fists and moved closer.

"And what happened next? What did you tell Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Hermione seemed a little embarrassed at this time. She pursed her lips, then stood up and began to pace in a small area.

"I thought I was being suspicious at first, and I went to the office several times. A few times, I couldn't get in because I didn't know the password. A few times, after seeing Headmaster Dumbledore coming, I hid in the corner and secretly watched various professors come in and out."

At this moment, Hermione felt that she was like a peeping Tom, and two red spots appeared on her fair cheeks.

She didn't dare look into the boys' eyes, and instead focused on the grass on the ground, where some hard stones were glowing blue.

"Then one day the principal cornered me, took me into his office, and asked me what I wanted to see him about after standing outside his door for the past few days."

Hermione kicked the hard stone into the lake, causing a large splash of water on the surface of the lake. Then ripples expanded from the center to the outside in circles. The octopus playing at the farthest point seemed to sense something and dived into the lake. The entire Black Lake became calm.

Harry could feel Hermione's inner struggle. Although he wanted to know urgently, he chose to suppress his eager heart.

In Harry's sea of ​​consciousness, Ravenclaw was walking by the quiet lake at this time. Suddenly, a huge black octopus appeared in the middle. The huge octopus tentacles wrapped something and made a throwing motion, suddenly throwing something towards the shore.

Ravenclaw dodged it narrowly. What was this? She looked down at this ordinary stone. Compared to this, she was more concerned about the big black octopus. Why was Godric so interested today?

She was in a very good mood these days, thinking of the guy in the forbidden forest, please don't let me down -

She also became in the mood to play, and kicked the stone further away, forming a standard parabola. Then she turned around and walked further away. The scenery here was really nice.

The stone rolled to the feet of a man. He bent down and the ordinary stone began to emit a blue glow again. As it came into contact with the Gryffindor's skin, the blue glow became even brighter.

"I used the excuse that you weren't well yet," Hermione met Harry's eyes. Through the thick lenses, she saw everything growing and thriving, tender green buds breaking through the soil and stretching their bodies freely under the sun.

As the breeze blew, the tender willow branches brought the vitality of spring to every passerby who passed by. She seemed to hear the gurgling stream and the crisp collision sound of the ice on it.

Hermione lowered her head, knowing that this behavior was actually very cowardly, but after realizing that her friend might have been in trouble, she did not dare to point it out openly, and could only act slowly in secret.

Maybe if she had been braver at the time, Harry would have suffered less.

She turned her back and said, "I used the excuse that I was worried that your wounds hadn't healed yet, so I hoped they could check it again."

"He also praised you, saying that your style of doing things recently has been particularly delicate and that you get along very well with all your classmates. You have changed a lot in a short time and are particularly perfect."

Hermione repeated almost verbatim. Only she knew how long she had been planning this sentence in her mind, carefully considering every word. Even if she was suspicious, it would not hurt the relationship between her and Harry. If Dumbledore understood what she meant, then -