Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Found the cave of the eight-eyed poison strain there~"

Mag thought it was nothing. She had already explored this place a long time ago. She killed all the intelligent and older spiders and drove the remaining small spiders into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. It didn't take much effort.

She didn't meet any centaurs on the road, nor did she see any unicorns. Could it be that somewhere deeper and farther away? She brought her thoughts back to reality and looked at the smug Lockhart, feeling helpless. He was very powerful, but why was his personality so erratic?

In fact, she had some opinions about Lockhart's teaching of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but she didn't say it out loud and always hesitated to speak out.

Zhou Fu looked at Lockhart at the teacher's table, turned his head and stared at the sandwich on his plate that had been untouched for a long time, and made a decision in his heart.

Lockhart felt a chill on his back, but Kettleburn was very interested. He had killed some spiders in that battle, but they were all very small and not worth studying.

“Have you ever seen an eight-eyed strain older than five years?”

Lockhart shook his head. When he went there, there were only some corpses and dense spider silk left, and very few spiders left there.

This made Kettleburn a little discouraged. He also secretly despised Hagrid. Just think about it and you will know that it was Hagrid who raised the child. When Hagrid was expelled from school, it was also because the Ministry of Magic used the excuse of raising harmful pets, and also because he killed a little witch in the lower grade.

McGonagall received a letter and left the restaurant in a hurry. She had put her original doubts behind her. Umbridge walked away slowly. She still maintained her arrogance. She ignored Sybill Trelawney, the professor of Divination, and arrogantly pushed aside the wizard who was blocking her way.

Lockhart stared at her receding figure and smiled, then slowly followed her.

Was this someone acting, or Legilimency? Lockhart noticed that the mark he had left on the fat pink toad a few days ago was gone.

Here, Harry took Ron and Hermione to the kitchen, which was located just below the Hogwarts Hall and could be reached by following the stairs leading to the Hufflepuff basement.

The kitchen door was hidden in a stone underground corridor, which was brightly lit and hung with a painting of a bowl of fruit. Harry gently tickled a pear in the painting and it giggled, then turned into a green doorknob, revealing the entrance to the Hogwarts kitchen. Inside was a very spacious room where many house-elves were working diligently, wearing only a tea towel with the Hogwarts emblem printed on it.

Hermione let out a strange cry, then immediately rushed in and grabbed a house-elf who was working hard to wash a plate that was four times her height. She said in a trembling voice with a hint of pain, "Do you usually wash these? How much does Hogwarts pay you every month?"

The old house-elf let out a strange cry, and finally moved away from the crazy-looking girl, while constantly explaining, "Chacha doesn't need a salary. Those who need a salary are bad elves."

Dobby, who was also washing dishes, was unhappy. He threw the rag in his hand into the sink and said in a shrill voice, "This is the reward we deserve!"

These words seemed to bring the plague of death to Dobby, and a large vacuum zone formed around him. Harry sighed, walked through the crowded elves, then came to Dobby, took his hand and walked to Ron.

Hermione also came over somewhat at a loss, because her words had obviously aroused the hostility of the house-elves. When the minds are not liberated, those who are rescued will sooner or later fall into the quagmire even if they escape from the predicament.

Hermione thought that the elves' current situation would be difficult, but she didn't expect that there would be such a big problem with their own understanding. It was really far more serious than she imagined.

"Okay, you all go away."

"It's Harry Potter!"

There was a bit more commotion among the group of house-elves, and a few lively ones pushed to the front.

"Mr. Potter, what may I do for you?"

Ron had gathered a few people in front of him, but Hermione only had a young elf, who came to her reluctantly, "Excuse me, what do you need? We are happy to serve the little wizard."

"Give each of us three a glass of orange juice and a sandwich, and then you all disperse."

At this time, the bright hall was crowded with people. Those who had gathered dispersed and returned to their original jobs. Hermione stared at the scene in a daze until her eyes found a figure squatting in front of the fireplace.

"It's Finnegan!"

She was a little surprised.

When Finnegan heard his name, he stood up helplessly and came to the three people. He didn't want to deal with anyone, especially the people he was jealous of and wanted to frame. In the end, reason and his kind nature held him back.

However, Finnegan glanced at Harry secretly, only to meet those emerald green eyes for a moment, and then he immediately turned his head away.

Realizing that the atmosphere between the two people was a little strange, Ron immediately rushed between them and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I, I came here to make a small cake."

Finnegan lowered his head and looked at the egg beater in his hand. Was he ever going to be able to reproduce the original taste?

Harry felt a pain in his heart. They had all turned into round beads. Would Sirius come back? He was a little absent-minded at the moment.

Hagrid in his mind suddenly woke up because he found that the covered crack suddenly expanded and instantly grew into a small dwarf tree one meter high. The middle one was black and thick, which made him very happy. It was not enough and he wanted some more!

When words flickered faintly on the glass wall, Hagrid punched it and shattered the formed words. Harry seemed to be aware of something, but was distracted by the situation outside.

Hermione realized that she seemed to have touched some sadness switch. Everyone's eyes began to become strange. She wanted to do something now.

"Finnegan, would you like to join our association for the advancement of house-elf rights?"

Finnegan's eyes instantly fell on the badge on Hermione's chest, and only now did he notice the letters SPEW.

"Don't add random names. Look at this name. It looks so much like vomit."

Ron interrupted at this time, and Hermione immediately stomped her foot, "Can you please stop talking?"

He screamed and a smile appeared on Finnegan's lips. He saw that Harry also had such a badge on his chest, and then he took out three silver coins from his pocket and put them in Hermione's hand.

"I haven't told you yet, how do you know our membership fee is--"

"I was standing in the last row of the crowd when you were preaching the other day."

Finnegan winked at Hermione in a friendly manner. Hermione's confidence increased greatly at this moment. In this way, at least she had gained a like-minded person on this trip. But Ron didn't think so. He just observed in a flash the look in Finnegan's eyes when he looked at the badge on Harry's chest.

What? It's just a pretense. He curled his lips. If Harry took it off, nearly 90 percent of the people would choose to leave.

"Your stuff is ready."

Four or five elves appeared from the surroundings, holding steaming delicacies in their hands. There were not only the sandwiches and orange juice that Harry requested, but also barbecue that Dobby had added on his own initiative and sweet after-meal fruits.

They had evidently made Finnegan an extra portion, and his had a small, delicate cake in it.

Four people gathered around the table and feasted.

"But aren't you full?"

Ron looked at the three people who were eating frantically around him, feeling a little puzzled, as they had just come down from the dining table.

Harry seemed not to have heard it. His attention at this moment was divided into three parts. One part was on Umbridge, and one part was dealing with all the people and things around him, mainly because the tail following behind was too annoying.

The other part fell on the glass wall in the sea of ​​consciousness. How did Hagrid suddenly move the bed here? This was too obvious.

Hagrid seemed a little panicked at the moment. Although his intelligence and ability had improved a little, he still couldn't cope with this kind of situation. He sat on the soft bed, trying to straighten his back, but it was useless because people outside could see him.

It's okay. Even if Harry saw it, he wouldn't know how to fix it.

Harry had his own thoughts at this moment, was this the aftereffect of driving Gryffindor out of his mind, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

Here, when Harry was in a state of confusion, Umbridge suddenly lost consciousness while going down the stairs, tripped over her left foot and fell to the ground. Lockhart seemed to have grasped the handle in an instant. He quickly rushed to the pink toad and stared at him carefully.

Harry felt a little helpless, as if someone was calling him outside. But it didn't matter. He had to deal with the situation in front of him first.

"Draco, call out now, Professor Lockhart, how are you—"

At this time, Malford Laco was standing on the stairs with his arms folded, watching the show, and he didn't expect to hear Harry's voice suddenly in his ears.

This made him feel a little strange. Could Harry see his surroundings clearly? That was not even the normal time for bathing!

Draco's cheeks suddenly turned red. Umbridge raised her head slightly and took in everything out of the corner of her eyes. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed. What was this guy thinking?

"Hurry up." Harry was obviously unable to hold on any longer.

"Professor Lockhart, what are you -"

Draco's unique voice attracted the attention of most of the people present. Lockhart also looked at him suspiciously. Could it be that he guessed wrong? It turned out to be related to this guy?

Harry Potter licked the corner of his mouth inadvertently, and then he saw Umbridge standing up with her heavy hands. The Weasley twins were standing beside her, and for some reason they felt very happy, as if they were their mortal enemies in their previous life and now they had gotten their revenge.

Umbridge also said, "We have no grudges against each other, why did you suddenly attack me?"

The noise in Harry's ears grew louder.

Umbridge did not have that particularly annoying temperament today, which further confirmed Lockhart's guess that Draco Malfoy was an interesting person.

Then Lockhart gathered many slightly suspicious eyes around him. Since he had not achieved his goal today, he had to leave. Before leaving, he held back his nausea and helped the toad to the infirmary.

Oh my goodness! How can a person be so annoying?

"Where are you now?"

"We're in the kitchen now."

The time was up and both sides interrupted the conversation at the same time.

"Harry!"

Hermione leaned close to Harry's ear, made a trumpet shape with her hands and shouted, "Are you playing a game with us -"

Umbridge was lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed. She also glanced at Snape who was resting over there. He was still wearing the black wizard robe with his eyes closed, looking cold and mysterious.

Harry on the other side of the glass wall also flew back to where he was supposed to be, and glanced at Hagrid, who looked guilty, before leaving.

Now his sight was focused on the front.

Harry gave a shy smile.

"What were you doing just now? Why did you suddenly become dazed?"

He pressed down the jumping envelope in his pocket. Finnegan noticed this action with his sharp eyes. This was the letter Draco gave him last time. Could it be -

In this country where Holmes and Watson are unclear and the arrow of love is very vague, his eyes were fixed on Ron for a long time without moving.

Ron felt himself go cold, and looked at Finnegan, who had a strange look on his face, "What are you looking at?"

"How are you?"

"Thank you, I am fine."

Ron slapped Finnegan's paw on his shoulder, feeling puzzled.

"I just suddenly thought of something, the Bible—"

Hermione hit Harry's hand and looked at Finnegan at the same time. She didn't care about Harry's performance just now. After all, she was the same when she was thinking about the problem.

Harry turned a corner and said, "He's almost here. I told you he was transferring from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Hermione nodded in a serious tone. Ron was confused. "What, Bobo, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, it's just a friend of mine. I told you about it, but you forgot."

He scratched his head and thought, "Is my memory so bad? I can't even remember a transfer student. In my previous life, I remembered clearly everyone with a little bit of background."

Finnegan didn't care, but the word "transfer student" was very rare, especially in Hogwarts. He hadn't seen even one in several years before, but many came all of a sudden last year, including Dudley, who was particularly close to Harry, and the girl who always followed them.

Lockhart sat in his chair and recalled today's events carefully. He always felt that something was wrong. The person who showed up at the end was different from what he imagined. What was wrong?

His chair turned very fast, and the portrait on his wall cursed in dissatisfaction, "Why are you turning? I feel dizzy just looking at you, old man."

Lockhart didn't care. He crossed his legs, holding a thin piece of parchment in one hand and a purple feather pen in the other, writing and drawing on it.

Then he bit the tip of the pen. There are so many people hiding in this small place.

1Bible, Bible, same pronunciation as Chinese, Bobo.