Harry Potter and the Rebirth

In a field of vision that only Harry could see, Ron was hiding under the desk and giving him a thumbs up. There was no communication between them, but Harry understood what he meant.

Ron was really impressed by him for daring to whisper to each other in Professor McGonagall's class. Even the Weasley twins were very well behaved after the first class and never did anything naughty.

"Harry, could you please repeat what I just said?"

Professor McGonagall seemed to want to teach Harry a lesson. In her opinion, Harry was growing very fast, and his knowledge and magic power were several times higher than those of his peers, but this was not conducive to his healthy physical and mental growth.

Harry's eyes fell on Hermione, who showed an expression of watching a good show and put on an upright attitude. She would never help Harry cheat.

Ron flipped through the textbook on the table frantically. What was it about? Where did it start? Page 14 or 15?

"Open the Primary Transfiguration book to page 15... When performing a Transfiguration, it is important to swing the wand firmly and decisively. Do not swing or turn the wand unnecessarily, or the Transfiguration will surely fail... Before performing a Transfiguration spell, picture clearly in your mind what you want the object to look like. Beginners should pronounce the spell clearly, while advanced wizards do not need to say the spell out loud."

Harry spoke like a machine gun, repeating every word Professor McGonagall had said since the beginning of the class.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, not because of Harry's performance, but because he found that his memory was not too wrong. He seemed to have assumed that every word Harry said was the correct answer.

Malfoy was stunned, because he was busy chatting with Harry, and every word Professor McGonagall said was automatically blocked by his ears and thrown out of his mind.

We are all human beings, why are you so outstanding?

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, but found herself speechless. Dudley, who had been sleeping in the corner, slowly straightened up. He had always adhered to the basic principle of not missing a class but not listening to any class. He didn't expect to see such a good show today, and it was worth it for him to come to class so diligently.

And Harry continued...

"Incomplete Transfigurations are difficult to correct, but you must try them anyway. Leaving a footstool with a rabbit's head on it is both irresponsible and dangerous. Chanting 'Restore Original Form!' should return the object or creature to its original state. Large creatures are difficult to Transfiguration except by a skilled and powerful wizard."

He even made the corresponding movements, but the angle of the wand's tilt was not right. Professor McGonagall's expression changed from a tense frown at the beginning, to gradually relaxed, and then to joy.

She interrupted Harry, "No need, Harry." The professor was afraid of discouraging the students in the classroom, but few people cared. Most of them had a deeper understanding of how powerful Harry was. Only Hermione's back, which had just straightened, collapsed again, and Ron was giving thumbs-up madly under the desk.

Professor Meowth was very happy, "Twenty points for Gryffindor."

Seeing Professor McGonagall's eyes falling on him, Draco cried out that something was wrong.

"Come on, Harry, Harry—"

Harry's mind recalled Draco's cries for help.

"By the way, Professor McGonagall, there is one thing I didn't understand when I was discussing this with Draco just now. I would like to ask you for your advice."

Draco slowly straightened his body. He was not slacking off in class. He was discussing something together. He saw that the little wizard below was looking at him with more admiration, which made him feel extremely vain.

No, Draco pinched his thigh secretly. Why is he like a child recently, with such drastic mood swings every day?

"Okay, Harry, you and Mr. Malfoy go back to your seats and this won't happen again."

It's not that Professor Mike doesn't want to answer Harry's question, but it has taken up quite a lot of class time. Professor Meowth thinks this is not fair to those students with poor receptive abilities.

"Come see me after class."

The two of them returned to their seats safely. "By the way, you just came to me because you wanted to--" Draco remembered this.

"No, thank you."

After that, Harry took out a small bottle from his pocket and stuffed it into Draco's desk from the bottom.

"This is your birthday present. But don't open it for the time being. Keep it safe and don't let anyone steal it."

Harry said this in his mind, then straightened his back and listened carefully to Professor McGonagall's lecture.

Draco's mind was no longer on the class. He reached into his pocket and touched the still warm bottle. He was very curious.

At this time, without alarming anyone, four guests came into Dumbledore's office. He expanded the space of the office for the first time in a long time so that they would not fight.

In the middle, with his arms folded and a look of doing nothing, is Tom. To his right is Lupin, who has a suspicious and inquiring look. And to Tom's right is Jermain, who is standing right in front of Dumbledore, looking at a loss.

Grindelwald was still lying on his own sofa, drinking red wine bit by bit. He looked towards the corner, where a picture frame had a person moving constantly. The headmasters below seemed very quiet today, no one eavesdropped or peeked, and most of them even left.

What on earth happened here last night?

Dumbledore had a headache sitting in front of the table, but his headache was about to get worse. Snape had already arrived, and the stone beast let him in as usual, but only notified Dumbledore.

Snape stood at the door and suddenly found that this small house seemed a little crowded, and in the middle of the house there was a figure that he was very familiar with.

Snape's heart was pounding, a sound that was very familiar to him. He had followed this figure for many years. He was frantically practicing the Occlumency technique, with a stern face, and moving step by step to Dumbledore's table. But here, he found someone he hated even more.

Why was this werewolf here? Why didn't Dumbledore tell him?

Snape seemed to smell the scent of stinky garlic and finally failed. He frowned and looked downcast. Why were all these people here?

And that——

Snape's gaze fell on a young man who looked very thin. He seemed to be very anxious, standing restlessly, and looking out the window from time to time, as if he was trying to find someone.

"Okay——"

"Jeran, go find Harry first. If I'm not mistaken, he has just finished his Transfiguration class."

Jerlan fled from this hellish place, because he wanted to see Harry urgently and also wanted to escape from two generations of Dark Lords, even though one of them was his current master.

1 This is a private setting by the author. Draco Malfoy's birthday is on June 6th of every year.