Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The paper tube that rolled to the ground floated up, then split into ten parts and slowly floated back to Professor McGonagall's hands.

She gently adjusted her glasses and looked at Harry's questions carefully. Most of them were about fourth and fifth grade content, and some were already related to the Transfiguration difficulties of OWLs. There were even some that even Professor McGonagall herself was unsure about. It was not the unreasonable question she imagined, but a valuable questionnaire for in-depth development.

Hermione packed her schoolbag and pulled Ron out of the classroom. Before leaving, she glanced at Harry standing on the podium, and as if she had made up her mind, she hurried to the library. She wanted to be better, faster and stronger every minute and every second from then on.

"Hey, wait for me."

Ron staggered a little. Looking at the time, it was almost time for lunch. He could sit in the auditorium for a while before going to the library. It would be even better if he could take a nap.

He followed Hermione helplessly, holding two schoolbags, like a miserable little follower.

"Harry, these are very valuable questions."

Harry followed Professor McGonagall, walking slowly. The moment he left the classroom, he caught a glimpse of the last row out of the corner of his eye, where someone was greeting him.

"I did think about it for a long time, and I sorted it out during the summer vacation."

Professor McGonagall praised them highly, saying that these questions covered a wide range of knowledge. The main part was Transfiguration, but it was also combined with Potions, Charms, astronomy, and the history of magic. Some of them seemed to be related to Muggle history.

She saw a small line of fine print with biblical markings on it.

On the way to Professor McGonagall's office, the two walked one in front and the other behind. Harry lagged slightly behind Professor McGonagall by half a step, listening attentively to the professor's views on some issues. Harry noticed that there were many people around watching them, one of them had extremely fiery eyes. When the two looked at each other, Harry was stunned.

He didn't understand that kind of strong emotion, the extreme familiarity and closeness, as if they had depended on each other for many years. He was very tall and thin, but obviously a young man, and did not fit in with the childish little wizard next to him.

Then the two missed each other.

Jerlan turned around and left and came to the auditorium, where many young wizards had arrived one after another. The breakfast that had just been taken away was replaced by lunch appetizers and desserts. He sat at the long table in Gryffindor, savoring each bite carefully, thinking that his wait would eventually come.

"come in--"

Harry seldom came to Professor McGonagall's office on his own initiative. He found a way to come here today because he wanted to know something, but he needed to take it slow.

Draco carried his schoolbag and walked into the bustling crowd. Pansy hesitated for a moment before catching up, while Theodore Nott followed far behind. The three of them kept a distance from each other and then came to the Slytherin common room.

Pansy noticed the small bottle in Draco's hand. He had been playing with it all the way until they came to the sofa in the common room. When they saw Malfoy coming, the members on the sofa automatically made way, and Draco threw himself into it. Someone nearby brought a glass of juice, he took it, took a sip, and then looked at the small bottle with scrutiny.

What on earth did Harry mean to him?

Draco thought for a while and wanted to open the bottle to take a look. Suddenly, a yellow note fell into his hand. It said "Liquid version of Healing As New". Pour it on the wound to heal it quickly. The bottle has a lot of space, so it can be used without worry.

"Have you got a knife?"

"Knife?"

There was a small commotion around, and a fat man came up to Malfoy, like a fat gorilla with a slow mind. He had a slightly flattering look on his face, and carefully handed the knife to Malfoy's hand.

It's Gore.

Malfoy remembered that he seemed to have a follower, which seemed to be a thing of his previous life. At the summer party, Goyle also huddled in a corner, and the other one was sent to Durmstrang School. In his previous life, he learned Fiendfyre, so in this life he should study hard and start from scratch. Vincent Crabbe's father was also gradually excluded from the center circle by Lucius.

After Draco took the knife, he lightly cut his arm. Bright red blood immediately oozed out and there were several exclamations from the surroundings.

He seemed to realize that he was in the crowd's sight, so he frowned and slowly tried to walk back to the dormitory. Pansy stopped him, "Draco, why are you--"

Pansy looked into his grey eyes, which matched his light blond hair, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Please make way."

The voice was very polite, but unquestionable. Pansy sensed a strangeness in the tone, which made her heart ache slightly, as if she was trying to warm up an infinite refrigerator. She originally felt that the attitude had softened a little, but suddenly it was as distant as a thousand miles.

"Healed like new."

Pansy closed her eyes and struck Draco's arm, then hurried away. She was not sure whether her healing spell had cured Draco, but she was sure that she did not dare to stay in this place any longer, as she could not imagine Draco's eyes showing an expression of disgust and disdain.

Draco looked down at his arm and smiled slightly. He must have just learned it. The small knife wound had only healed a little.

He casually wiped the blood off his arm, strode towards the dormitory, opened the bottle, and saw that there seemed to be a cubic meter of space inside, filled with swaying liquid, like lake water. She was a little uncertain.

Draco dipped his finger in some and rubbed it on the wound on his arm, just like an iron smoothing out the wrinkles of clothes, or like universal glue mending torn paper. As his fingers moved, he felt a cool and warm sensation, and the blood returned from the skin to the flesh.

He took a deep breath. Harry's gift was too big.

It seems that there is a new use for this? The sharp-eyed next head of the Malfoy family took out a small sample, called back his own owl, tied the sample to its claws, and flew to the distant Malfoy Manor with a thick letter, believing that his father would have a better way to deal with it.

There were suddenly a few strange people in the hall, and the students at Hogwarts said they were used to it.

"I heard that this person has been sitting at the table for three or four hours."

"really?"

"You are wrong. I saw him go out once."

"How did you know?"

"A Gryffindor friend of mine said that. He said that weird guy once came to hang around in front of their dormitory and seemed to be looking for someone."

"Who is it? Who is it?"

"Harry Potter."