Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Ron tiptoed forward. The warm flames made Harry's face look somewhat sacred, making him more popular.

Ron stared at Harry in a trance. Harry seemed to be fast asleep at the moment, and looked quiet and harmless. His thick eyelashes were like a small fan, casting a dark shadow under his eyes.

A straight nose, with a pair of rosy lips below, and white teeth faintly revealed between breaths. Ron was stunned for a moment, and a little brown-haired girl jumped out, put her hands on her hips and shouted at him, "What do you mean?"

He immediately shuddered and shook his head quickly. My sexual orientation is female, my sexual orientation is female, he repeated to himself.

Then he prepared to carry Harry back to bed. After all, sleeping on the sofa was not a good idea. As for why Harry came out in the middle of the night to look at the burning fireplace, it was up to him. He said he respected personal preferences.

Ron gently tucked his arms under Harry's shoulders and legs. Although separated by clothes, Harry's temperature was still transmitted to Ron's skin, and Ron's face immediately turned red, as red as his hair.

He glanced down and saw that Harry's collar was open due to his improper sleeping posture and excessive movements before going to bed. He inadvertently saw a mole on Harry's collarbone. Harry seemed to be disturbed by a nightmare. He moved his head on Ron's arm and looked at the slender neck in front of him.

Ron took a deep breath and the Adam's apple on his neck moved down. It was over. The fresh woody scent of Harry's body went up his nostrils into his throat and then occupied his heart. He really couldn't stand it.

Ron was holding a boy of the same age who weighed about the same as him. He moved his legs very quickly, as if there was a beast chasing him. He threw Harry on the bed and immediately got into his own quilt. Only his red ears revealed the boy's thoughts.

He thought to himself, this is not right! I have seen handsome men and beautiful women in my previous life, why do I fall in love with everyone I see in the wizarding world, first Hermione, then Harry, it's over, he never thought that he was bisexual.

"Ah!" At the Gryffindor breakfast table, Ron was like a frightened red lion, using his wide-open mouth and surprised voice to hide his unknown thoughts.

"Why are you shouting so loudly?" Harry looked at the startled Ron helplessly. "Did you hear what I just said to you? Tell Hermione next to you that Hagrid invites us to his cabin on Saturday afternoon."

"I heard it, I heard it." Ron wiped the ketchup on his mouth with his hand, then patted Hermione on the shoulder. When Hermione turned around and told him what Harry had told him, Hermione didn't have any objection to this matter, but she seemed extremely angry about the inexplicable solid on the wizard's robe.

She stared at Ron, her lips curled up into a smile.

"Yo~" The Veles twins came over. Maybe George saw something, but he put his hands on Ron's shoulders.

"Our little Ronnie, mommy's good Ronnie, actually threw tomato bombs at the little girl. He really deserves to be our younger brother, right?" The other one nodded, with a smile on his face. When he saw Percy looking aggressive in the distance, he ran away in boredom. Percy was still angry about the nonsense they had done in the auditorium.

Harry looked at the people laughing and joking nearby and laughed too.

The next potion class, unlike the previous life, did not face Professor Snape's difficulties, but was completed smoothly. What surprised the other little wizards was that because of Harry, Snape, the big bat, actually gave Gryffindor an extra point. It was his eyes that made people feel something was wrong.

Some people commented that this was the look of a lover, eh~ some people said it was filled with guilt, some people said this was Snape's conspiracy, to lower the Savior's vigilance and let Slytherin take away this year's house cup.

The third statement was agreed upon by most students from the other three houses except Slytherin. After all, how could the old bat understand what emotion was, let alone a first-year student? The first two speculations were too outrageous and no one knew where they came from.

After hearing this, Harry hugged himself tightly, because as a personal witness of this incident, he understood Professor Snape better.

The emotions revealed in his eyes, even though he already knew some things, he still couldn't stand the fact that the originally cold-faced old bat had turned into a warm-hearted bat, which made him tremble.

But what followed was endless Quidditch training, extremely long confinement, and Dumbledore's personal tutoring. Except for the first week of school which was a bit thrilling, the rest of the time seemed to speed up.

In Hagrid's hut on Saturday, the huge giant Hagrid was looking at Hermione with a smile, leaving two rabbit tooth marks on the hard rock cake. Harry and Ron sat obediently on the stools next to him, pretending that they could not see Hermione's call for help.

During the weekend detention, due to the large number of people drawn by Professor Snape, it became a group tour of the Forbidden Forest at night, and Hagrid inexplicably became the professor of the detention class.

According to Fred, this was better than cleaning the school toilets every weekend. Harry, who was helping Snape kill slugs and handle potion materials, nodded. Although the professor was teaching him things, he was also training his psychological endurance at the same time, which was sometimes as strong as a gale and sometimes as gentle as a drizzle.

In Dumbledore's office, Harry and he were discussing issues about Hogwarts Castle, and Dumbledore told Harry almost everything he knew.

He didn't care why Harry wanted to know the details of the castle, as long as he didn't explore souls and didn't turn over some red lines in the restricted area, because of the contract, he would provide Harry with more and better resources within his ability.

Looking at Harry, who had absorbed an enormous amount of knowledge and left exhausted, he stuffed a Bibi Every-Flavor Bean into his mouth with satisfaction, and then spat it out with a look of disgust.

"Damn, it's the smell of booger." Dumbledore shuddered, his tangled beard wrinkled into a ball, and his crescent-shaped glasses frame fell off his nose. He quickly held it with his hand, still not recovering from the injury just now.

Everything went smoothly as usual. Harry was walking in the corridor with satisfaction when a figure came over from afar. It was Quirrell, his current loyal lackey.