Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Dudley suddenly felt a little bored and left without looking back.

Thomas expanded his search range in circles and began to explore farther and farther. If he still couldn't find it, it meant that someone else had picked it up.

If he was discovered by Dumbledore, thinking of this, his heart seemed to fall into an ice cellar. Supplying blood to the body seemed to be a fantasy. His movements began to become slow and weak. God bless him.

Inside the house, Hagrid suggested that Hermione go to see Professor Kettleburn, who was the teacher of Care of Magical Creatures and might know something about this animal. There was another way. Hagrid said that she could seek help from Dumbledore and ask him to write a letter to Newt Scamander. It seemed that Mr. Newt would be very interested in this animal.

Hermione accepted his advice and put the little guy on the table. With a responsible attitude, she decided to first determine how dangerous he was before taking him to school.

Afterwards, the four of them hurried to the Great Hall. Harry had the bottle of pink potion bulging in his chest, and then he bumped into Thomas. As it was dark, they just passed each other. Thomas turned back thoughtfully, looked at the four people's receding backs, and followed them.

There were very few people in the auditorium. Most of them had finished their meals and were either in the common room or studying in the library. Ron touched his empty stomach, feeling a little depressed. He was so hungry!

"I have an idea." Harry knocked on the table and asked the other three what they wanted to eat. "Do you have an idea, Harry?" Ron asked, but how could there be food at this time? How about going back to the dormitory to get some snacks?

As soon as he finished speaking, dinner for four people appeared on the table. Ron opened his mouth wide, but Malfoy was not surprised at all. He sat at the edge, close to Harry, and began to cut the steak on the plate elegantly and skillfully.

"What's the fuss? Isn't Dobby in the kitchen right now?"

Harry smiled secretly, thanks to the Ravenclaw crown, he had a deeper understanding of the mysterious teleportation pattern. He made some small changes to the table so that Dobby could deliver meals during the time when meals were not provided.

Ron pondered, Dobby? Time has moved forward? Didn't he remember that this was a plot that happened in the second grade? Forget it, there is no point in thinking too much.

Seeing the calm expression on Ron's face, Harry secretly made up his mind. He knew quite a lot -

Hermione didn't care about the three boys around her. She was still immersed in the sadness of parting with the little guy. She didn't know whether Professor Dumbledore would agree. Would it be dangerous for her to keep such a creature in school? How should she explain to Headmaster Dumbledore?

Hermione was so worried that even her studies were delayed.

After the four of them finished their meal, Harry hurried to the basement. He wanted to show this thing to Snape, perhaps he could learn something from it.

At this time, there were no people on the underground level -1. Only the torches hanging on the wall illuminated a small area of ​​the floor. The paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor looked particularly hideous under the dim firelight. They seemed to be alert to every visitor, ready to jump out from the darkness and stab them with a knife, smearing blood on the wall to warn everyone who trespassed into this land without permission.

Harry clenched the wand in his hand and began to pay attention to his surroundings. He had not been here for a long time except for class time. The scene of being knocked unconscious here last time left a deep impression on him. In order to make himself feel at ease, Harry cast a protective spell on himself. Before leaving, he told Ron in advance and agreed on a secret code.

Ron wanted to go with him, but Harry refused. He didn't want to put him in more danger. This thing involved too many things.

After hearing the conversation between the two people at the dining table, Draco remained silent. He crossed his arms and followed Harry slowly, accompanying him to the basement floor.

"Actually, you can go do your own thing." Harry turned his head, "I know, I won't watch it, I just happened to have something to do with the professor, don't be so self-indulgent."

Harry choked, and the two of them fell silent, walking one after the other in the dim corridor.

Suddenly, the silent atmosphere was broken. A group of people came out from the corridor in front, making a lot of noise. Looking closely, they looked familiar. The big guy in the front was obviously in a good mood, while the people behind him had gloomy faces.

Isn’t this the group of people from this afternoon?

The two teams were getting closer and closer. Bart was humming a song. He had never received such treatment from his dean before. Looking at others being scolded, he just said lightly that it would not happen again. It was such a refreshing feeling to be favored.

He spotted the iconic platinum hair from a distance. He walked quickly up to Master Malfoy and pushed aside the guy who was blocking the way. It was unclear what grade the kid was, with messy black hair. He was also a Gryffindor. He was really in the way and disturbed him from paying his attention to the master.

Harry touched his nose, wondering if his armor was a bit of a waste for such a purpose. So many people should be fine, right?

Thomas hid in a blind spot far away. He followed Harry and Malfoy down to the basement level and became more certain of his guess. If anything was picked up, it must be Harry among the three who took it. Even if it wasn't him, he had heard that the people who had provoked him in the afternoon were called to Snape's office by the old bat and reprimanded, so it wasn't a wasted trip.

The encounter between the two groups made it difficult for him to take action. He looked at them carefully and began to feel a little contempt for the professors of the school and the legendary great principal. However, they did not even notice the confusion spell he cast. They just lost the magic medicine given by the master, which was the reward for completing the task last time.

Harry squeezed out of the crowd with his relatively thin body. He turned around and looked back. Through the gaps in the crowd, he could see that Draco's face was very dark and he seemed impatient. Bart was stunned by the unexpected treatment. Although he saw the look on Malfoy's face, he pretended not to see it and walked out pulling his arm.

After walking a few steps, he found something wrong. The younger brothers behind him stood still without moving, and his troops had turned into an ice cellar emitting cold air. He put his arms down awkwardly.

He was sweating all over, and in a short while, the vest on the back was already soaked. He was really bold.