Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Name: Harry Potter

Age: 11 years old

Physical fitness: 30+10 (full score is 100, you are doing OK now, swallowing is no problem, you won't go to the hospital, and other students won't know about your fetish)

Appearance: 76+5 (full score is 100, how to say it, you are neither effeminate nor feminine, you can be a gigolo, it is hard to imagine that you have such a hobby)

Soul Strength: 75+10 (out of 100, you are really hungry, nauseous, and want to vomit. A large piece of mosaic things floats by. What is the difference between this and asking me to eat shit, ahhhhh)

Intelligence level: 50+10 (out of 100, with your IQ, I can understand why you chose to eat that piece of shit)

Mana reserve: 20+20 (full score? Oh, you endured that and only increased it by this much. Oh, I feel sorry for you)

Plant affinity: 5+20 (full score is 100, this has nothing to do with that lump, Indian brother has contributed a lot to you)

Alchemy Talent: 70+15 (full score is 100, eh~ there is gold in that shit? No wonder, eat less next time)

Potion ability: 65+5 (full score 100, um, how did you increase this?)

Combat skills: 70+15 (full score 100, thank you so much for your unspeakable, stinky Daddy)

The Art of Language: 3+20 (full score is 100, I have never seen such a thing before, excrement has become a spirit and can speak human language)

Flying ability: 80+10 (full score is 100, no wonder it was increased, I'm a Jet Warrior~)

Next time, I say next time, if you do this again, I will die with you.

Harry spat out a mouthful of orange juice, which was all over the sofa, the alchemy book, and everywhere. He was stunned, but instead of feeling angry at the sarcasm, he was filled with indescribable joy.

In its head, the weasel saw this scene and took a closer look. This line of words was the first time it saw its partner so irritable.

Hahahahahahahaha......

After cleaning up, Harry cleaned up the sticky juices on and around himself.

Will Voldemort see it too? With this thought in mind, he went into his mind and looked at Quirrell, whose expression was dull. His temperament suddenly changed, his pupils dilated, and he stared at the lines of text flashing on the screen. A mouthful of blood spurted out and sprayed onto the glass wall, where it was absorbed.

He had never been so insulted in his life. Harry Potter, I will never be reconciled with you. Voldemort tried hard to open his eyes and looked at Harry, who was now in a superior position, with a cold expression and contempt in his eyes, looking at him so humble.

Voldemort lowered his head and sneered slightly. Although the child had had an adventure, he was still too immature and didn't know that there were forces in the world that could hurt people and there were curses.

In addition, he absorbed some of his soul, which cut off some of his violent temper, and his mind became clearer. Now thinking back to that book, is there no one in the pure-blood family who knows about it? Why haven't I seen anyone practicing this?

It seems that the side effects are tacitly known to them. It seems that when I got the book, I had already stepped into Dumbledore's trap. If I stay sober.

It might be possible to do something like Grindelwald, but now he has become a prisoner of this child.

Voldemort looked around. The mysterious space and those erratic runes might be his chance, a chance to get closer to immortality.

Harry didn't notice, he was enjoying the annual happy time, which was even happier than when he married Ginny.

He looked at Voldemort in silence without thinking much. With the support of the system, it was simply wishful thinking and a fantasy for him to escape.

The ferret noticed this, and it looked over closely, but didn't say much. Some truths can only be understood by those who have experienced them themselves, and it was doing it for Harry anyway.

Malfoy, who had just finished class, ran to find Harry.

When he received the note last night, he clearly wanted to wait until after dinner before running to Professor Quirrell and slipping the note to him.

But for some reason, after he had this thought, his mind went blank, and he had no memory of that time afterwards.

When he woke up, it was already class time the next day. He hurriedly told Harry the news, saying that he had lost the note.

Draco went to ask his classmates if there was anything abnormal about him last night, but to no avail.

However, there was a little boy with black hair who had a long conversation with him.

The people watching could not remember the appearance of the little boy, they just looked confused. They only remembered that there was such a person, but they did not remember his face.

The black hair swaying back and forth, the blank face, the thin body, like a ghost, are chilling.

After Slytherin had one more person, he disappeared again, but it did not cause panic because this person slowly disappeared from their memory. Someone tore up the group memory on a large scale, and no one noticed, except Malfoy.

He looked at his classmates around him laughing, cursing, playing and fighting. The paper planes of the Velas twins flew from the Gryffindor table to Slytherin and suddenly landed in the teacup in front of Malfoy. Draco felt like he couldn't keep up with the times. After all, he was already past that age. Fortunately, Harry was the same as me.

Thinking of this, Draco felt a little comforted.

He looked at the paper airplane in the cup and found it somewhat amusing. Malfoy mustered up the courage to find Harry. He wanted to apologize to him. He wondered if he had messed up Harry's plans.

But when he ran to the Gryffindor table, the little wizards who saw what happened thought they could see a good show. Some Hufflepuff wizards even picked up melon seeds in their jars. But they were disappointed by what happened.

Malfoy did not see Harry in Gryffindor, and the little lions on the table looked at the little snake among the lions in surprise.

At this time, Ron, who was sitting at the table, was looking at this platinum-colored young master for the first time in this world. He thought of Malfoy's experience in the story, and felt a little sad. He looked at Draco with loving and pitying eyes, at this dawn that could not brighten and dusk that could not darken.

Draco felt the red-haired man's gaze and was offended. Who was he pitying? He was the young master of the Malfoy family, did he need the pity of a poor red-haired guy? !

But he didn't say it out loud, Harry's thoughts were more important. He turned around and asked Hermione, the future Minister of Magic is still worth making friends with, and can become a friend of his Malfoy family, even if she is a Muggle-born.

Hermione, who was standing next to him, heard it, and she said to Draco, "Harry should be in the infirmary." "No," Draco responded, "I've been to the infirmary, and Madam Pomfrey said Harry wasn't there at all."

Huh? Hermione was a little surprised.

"Maybe Harry came back for dinner and you missed him," Ron interrupted.

As for where Harry went, Ron said, is there any need to worry about the savior?

Maybe in just this short time, his magic power has increased dramatically and he has learned almost all the spells. If an ordinary person disappears, it may be a real disappearance. If the protagonist disappears, it means he is going to obtain gold, silver, treasures, and magical skills.

It is better for us mortals not to disturb them.