Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Dumbledore sat in a chair, listening to Snape in front of him telling what Harry had done last night.

This reminded him of that night, when he followed Harry all the way, watching him enter Quirrell's office and come out again after a while. He felt that Quirrell had disappeared for a while, and after Harry walked away, he went in to take a look.

Quirrell sat there quietly, looking excited and thrilled, his eyes looking around, full of curiosity and exploration of everything.

He could feel that this Quirrell was a little different from the one on the table just now, but he couldn't tell where the difference was. Well, that is, Voldemort was gone, where would he go?

He tried a few times and found that he could answer questions about the past fluently.

The next night, the portrait on the wall told him that Harry was out for a night stroll again, and before he went out, he found him squatting at the door of his office.

Dumbledore looked down at Harry, who had huddled himself into a ball, a look he had never seen since he was nine years old, when his magical powers had gone haywire and Dumbledore had taken him to Hogwarts.

Harry seemed to have everything under control, he was calm, resilient, strong, brave and wise. He did not look like a nine-year-old child at all, but rather like a qualified savior.

Although Harry is full of mysteries, he dares to sign an unbreakable contract with him. Although he doesn't understand, why does Harry do this? Is it related to the answer to the mystery around him?

"What's wrong? Harry, is there something you want to talk to me about so late at night?" Dumbledore asked. Harry, who was curled up in a ball and shivering in the cold autumn wind, saw this scene and cast a warming spell.

Harry seemed to feel that there was someone standing in front of him, with a dull look in his eyes, stiff movements, but tears streaming down his face.

Dumbledore looked at Harry in front of him and was stunned.

"Are you listening to me? Could it be that our old headmaster is already familiar with what has happened?" Snape's voice pulled Dumbledore out of his past thoughts.

"I can hear you, I can hear you," Dumbledore smiled a little embarrassedly, then picked up a lemon snowman and stuffed it into his mouth. Dippet on the wall behind him showed a look of disapproval. No wonder some people called him Old Bee. Doesn't he drink enough toothache medicine every day?

"You continue to pay attention to Harry." Dumbledore didn't say anything more. He waved his hand to indicate that he could leave. Snape wanted to say more, but seeing Dumbledore's expression, he angrily threw his robe and strode out of the office.

"Knock knock knock, Professor, can I come in?" "Come in." When Harry returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office after a few days, he felt extremely complicated.

He confirmed that Voldemort had disappeared, and at the same time, the little ferret that had accompanied him for many years also disappeared. The usually shiny glass wall turned gray, the runes of that world became blurred, and the starry sky above was blocked by something unknown.

He felt that the power in his body did not retreat, but became extremely strong, which made him very panicked, but also relieved. After all, it was not a good thing to be able to suck the people around him into his mind at any time.

Harry walked into the office and looked at Quirrell sitting in the chair, full of doubts. What did he call him to the office now?

Quirrell looked at Harry who came in, his lips tightly pursed, his expression firm, as if he had made some kind of decision.

He stood up, walked around the desk in the office, came to Harry, knelt on his right knee, clasped his right hand tightly on his left shoulder, and lowered his head.

"At your service!" Quirrell shouted loudly, his voice crisp and clear, his movements powerful, standard, and quick, like a knight from the 14th or 15th century.

Harry was shocked by this sudden scene. What was the development trend of this matter? Why did he feel that it was becoming more and more mysterious after arriving in this world?

Is he crazy or am I crazy? Why is he kneeling down for no reason? Harry decided to walk out of the door, push it open, and then walk in again.

Quirrell raised his head at this time, and looked at the silent master tentatively. Why was he silent? He shouldn't be silent at this time... Didn't he know? How could he not know? As the leader of this invasion plan, wasn't he the one who facilitated his arrival?

What if he doesn't know? Then -- it's not impossible for me to accept it.

Quirrell narrowed his eyes dangerously and said, "Wait a little longer, just a little longer."

Harry suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if he was being stared at by a wild beast. Just as he was about to make a move, the ferret that had just disappeared for a long time suddenly appeared.

The stoat gasped as he looked at the scene in front of him. Fortunately, I arrived in time before he was exposed.

"Hurry, hurry! Come and sit on the chair." Relying on the trust built over the past few years, in this inexplicable situation, Harry chose to believe the words of the little ferret in his mind.

Harry looked at Quirrell who was kneeling in front of him, but ignored him. He quickly walked to the chair and sat down.

Quirrell felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that the silence just now was a test from the master? He felt that the Harry standing in front of him was not Harry, but the prince of the clan.

This made him extremely scared. He could test the prince's subordinates, but if he offended that noble man, he would be really finished.

Would my pauses just now anger this man even more? Thinking of this, he was sweating all over, kneeling on one knee, moving himself to where Harry could see him, and lowering his head.

"I say one sentence and you recite it. Keep a straight face and treat the Quirrell kneeling below as a piece of trash." The ferret instructed Harry in his mind without explaining why.

Harry said nothing, communicating with it in his mind, "Got it."

"You are quite a wily fellow," Harry repeated what the ferret had said in his head.

After hearing this, Qi Luo seemed to have thought of something. He was so scared that he immediately knelt down on his other leg, put his hands on the ground, and curled up into a ball. "I dare not, I dare not, I have no such intention."

Such a humble person made Harry feel a little weird and uncomfortable at this moment. The person in front of him seemed to be very afraid of him. No, he was very afraid of the ferret in his mind.

Then Harry quickly realized that the ferret could see the thoughts in his mind.

The stoat glanced and saw it, but now was not the time to talk about it.

"Will you honor me as your Lord?"

Well, respect him as the master? Qi Luo, who was lying on the ground, was a little confused. Wasn't he the only master? They had come to this world to obey his arrangements. Qi Luo Jiang buried this doubt in his heart.

But the overwhelming joy and excitement that followed made the others think about these things. If they could really get close to the prince, then immortality, power, honor and money would be within their reach.

The ferret in his mind did not see Quirrell's slowness.

"Yes, it's my pleasure, my master." Quirrell crawled over and wanted to kiss Harry's robes.

Harry frowned, but he couldn't help it. What on earth was going on? How could this be more Voldemort than Voldemort?

The ferret in his mind saw Harry's discomfort and sighed, still the same.