Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry stared at the cushion behind her with some displeasure, but in fact he understood deep down in his heart where this Harry came from. He lowered his head, sat on the outermost layer of the sofa, held the hot teacup in both hands, and began to drink it in small sips.

Sirius was a little restless at the moment. After they separated Bai You and Harry from Harry's head, they were immediately driven out. The cave under his office disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Before they had time to explore deeper, everything had disappeared.

Harley didn't say anything. It had been a long time in Harley's mind. She had become accustomed to being alone. Quietness and silence were the main themes of her daily life. Now, suddenly there were so many people around her, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

Harry rubbed his hands back and forth uncomfortably, and then she felt her face was cold. She looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

The old man winked at her kindly, "I added some small things to your face so that no one can see your true appearance. You can first -"

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then realized that there was no suitable person in the office who could send Harry to the Slytherin dormitory.

Just now, he asked Harry to stay because he actually had a deeper consideration. Now, looking at this restless little girl, he softened his heart.

"I can get Draco over."

Harry raised his hand, but it was obvious that this was just a notification, because soon after he finished speaking, the voice from outside the door confirmed that this sentence was premeditated.

When Draco came in, his face was a little pale, with one hand covering his abdomen, looking like he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Dumbledore looked at Harry reproachfully. Draco had only recovered from his injury a few days ago, so why was he called over from his sickbed?

"you?"

Harry hurriedly stood up from the sofa, walked quickly to Draco, supported his shoulders with both hands, and pulled him onto the sofa. At the same time, he took the cushion from behind Harry and placed it behind him, his eyes full of worry and anxiety.

Draco turned his head to look at Harry who was sitting quietly beside him, "Hi - hello."

He was a little excited at this moment. Was this what Harry had just said to him? Ah - this was too similar.

Halle, hey, Halle, hey.

Harry nodded reservedly, but in fact she felt a little uncomfortable with the stranger approaching her. For the first time, she felt that Harry's mind was like a safe haven, and it was the first time she thought of that place in this way.

Harry's mind was focused on Draco's injuries at this moment, and he squatted beside Draco.

"Are you okay here?"

Harry could see that the flow of magic here was somewhat blocked, and there was a faint black gas emanating from it. "It's okay, it's okay. I finally see you. Where have you been these days?"

Sirius bared his teeth, he couldn't bear to see his godson, a Gryffindor, being so close to a Slytherin, and he wanted to pick him up every time, but the topic had just been diverted away from him, and he didn't want to draw everyone's attention to him now.

He turned his head away, pretending that he didn't see it. Out of sight, out of mind. This saying was best verified on him.

"I--"

Draco was a little hesitant now, "What's wrong? Tell me." Harry patted the back of his hand to comfort him.

"Professor Snape is waiting outside the door now. Oh, and Hermione—"

Dumbledore held his forehead helplessly and waved his hand to signal Draco and Harry to go out.

As soon as Draco came out, he was forcibly sent to the school infirmary, where Nott was sleeping. Harry was intercepted and Snape personally sent him to the Slytherin dormitory. He called a female class leader and asked her to find the best place for Harry.

The people in the Slytherin dormitory were staring at this scene in amazement. The dean, who had disappeared for a while, suddenly appeared, leading a girl with black hair and black eyes. Could she be his illegitimate daughter?

Soon, this gossip spread throughout Hogwarts, and when Hermione heard it at the dining table, she almost spit out the orange juice in her mouth.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked with concern. Hermione moved her lips. It was obvious that she had a lot to say in her heart, but she finally chose to swallow it.

Just tell Ron that Harry is back and is now in the headmaster's office, "I know -"

Ron's answer surprised Hermione. She had just come across it by chance. "How did you know?"

"My two brothers told me that they saw Malfoy hurriedly running out of the school infirmary early this morning and then came to the principal's office."

"Obviously no one in the world would let him do that except Harry."

Hermione tilted her head, thinking that although this angle was novel, it made a lot of sense.

"He'd rather be called Malfoy than me, stinking bastard!"

Ron stabbed the fork into the steak in anger. What kind of good brother is he? He didn't tell me when he left, and he didn't tell me when he came back. I don't even know whose body it is when I collect it.

He took a big bite of the steak.

Hermione shook her shoulders. Boys were so strange. Her mind drifted to Harry from Slytherin. This story was becoming more and more interesting. Was she Snape's illegitimate daughter?

There were only three people left in the office at this time, Dumbledore, Harry, and Sirius.

"Something just happened. Now we can start talking."

Dumbledore stuffed a pile of cockroaches into his mouth. Fawkes returned to where he was and then used his mouth to pick up a small snake from his feathers. He then lowered his head and leaned on the small snake. It was obvious that the amount of exercise he had experienced this time was very intense and made him a little tired.

"Okay," Sirius spread out his palms, knowing that he couldn't avoid this.

"I choose to say what I can."

"It all started in Azkaban."

"So long ago?" Harry sat upright. This was a bit too far-fetched. It seemed that the story should be very long, but he had time to listen to Sirius telling it slowly.

The same goes for Dumbledore.

"Well", it wasn't that long ago, at least that's what Sirius felt. Compared to his miserable days in Azkaban, every day in Hogwarts seemed like pressing the accelerator.