Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Dumbledore took out a small mirror and Professor McGonagall's face appeared. She described in detail what had happened recently, the strange things that had occurred in Hogwarts Castle, and the upcoming transfer student from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Severus is fine, just let him go."

"it is good."

McGonagall frowned and said nothing. She couldn't keep the class locked up any longer as the Potions class had already progressed a bit.

"Minerva, don't worry. Go to my office and look for the second drawer on the bottom left. Take the letter on the top shelf and give it to Snape. He will understand."

Mag nodded, and the mirror returned to its normal state.

It was time to go back. Dumbledore didn't know how many big fish he would catch on this trip, but he was sure to have a good harvest. As he walked out, the huge crack in the ice gradually closed, and the surrounding black soil retreated about a kilometer, revealing several dead penguins.

A little fellow stood up cautiously, his whole body was pure white, his eyes were red, and he stumbled towards Dumbledore.

"what--"

Dumbledore was a little surprised. Was this an abnormal mutant? He put the little penguin on his arm and observed it carefully. Fawkes stood on his shoulder and pecked the little penguin's head with his sharp beak out of curiosity.

The little penguin was like a puppet, not moving at all.

"It's time to go back -"

Then his figure disappeared from the spot, and Newt, who came to rescue Dumbledore, stared at the mysterious dark blue flower floating in the space. He touched his chin and walked around it several times, but he couldn't make out anything. He didn't know that Dumbledore had left at this time.

Rove was a little anxious because the huge column of light a few days ago covered the center of Antarctica.

"Are we really not going to save Dumbledore?"

"Why save them? We can only rely on our three punches and two kicks."

Newt stroked his beard nonchalantly. "If she dies, we won't be able to survive. We are alive and well, and Dumbledore will definitely be fine."

"Then what are we doing here?"

The space was shaking slightly at this time, and a big hole appeared at the entrance. Tina slowly appeared, her long silver hair rising and falling slightly with the swaying of her body. Rove lowered his head in fear, because he had come to this place carrying his grandmother.

"Tina, you're here."

"Here - this is a sample I got from Hogwarts. Something seems to have happened there, so I came here to bring back a few eight-eyed strains."

Newt took the things from Tina, glanced at the small cage of eight-eyed poisonous plants, and put it in the grass beside. The Bowtruckle on the tree climbed up in fear, and a small eight-eyed poisonous plant was immediately knocked away, and the invisible beast revealed its footprints.

"What's going on with them?"

Rove raised his head and asked curiously.

"The eight-eyed strain is rioting, and the adult one that can speak human language has been killed."

Tina had a strange look on her face as she thought about what she had heard from Professor McGonagall.

Unfortunately, Newt's eyes were on the newly returned samples. The pink flowing gases formed around the blue flowers and turned into the most ordinary soil.

Newt rubbed his chin.

Harry, who was almost full, took advantage of the fact that the other three were chatting and Hermione was promoting the purpose of her organization, and his thoughts fell on Umbridge.

Snape next to him straightened his clothes. Next to him was the envelope that McGonagall had just delivered. The envelope was already opened, and he seemed to be about to leave the room.

Before leaving, Snape stood at the door, staring meaningfully at Umbridge, who seemed half awake, and said, "If you want to see, open your eyes. What can you see if you squint?"

Harry closed his eyes tightly, listened to the footsteps getting smaller and smaller, and then heard the sound of the door closing. He breathed a sigh of relief, and a fat toad sat up flexibly. The letter had not been taken away. Did he want to go and take a look?

In case it was a trap left by Snape, Harry's request was not high. He just hoped to control Umbridge, the unstable factor, before Dumbledore came back. Unfortunately, McGonagall couldn't bear to do it, so he had to do it.

Umbridge stood barefoot on the cold floor, staring at the envelope, raising her hands from her sides.

"Do you want to go get it?"

Harry was startled. It was Snape's voice. Without Harry noticing, the door that had just been closed had a small gap. The gap was completely black, and above it was a pair of dark eyes.

The back of Umbridge's hospital gown was instantly soaked. Logically speaking, since she was Umbridge, she shouldn't have heard such words. Was Snape testing her by saying this?

He hardened his heart and pretended not to notice Snape. He continued walking forward, passed Snape's bed, came to the window, and opened the window glass.

On the other side, Harry calmly asked Snape, "What are you talking about?"

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in the kitchen now."

"Tsk", S left this sentence, and there was no sound afterwards. Umbridge pretended to appreciate the scenery, staring at the Forbidden Forest and the sparkling Black Lake in the distance through the window. At this time, he noticed that the showy Lockhart and Zhou Fu walked into the Forbidden Forest one after another.

In Harry's impression, people who shouldn't know each other were mixed together.

"Ouch!"

Wood rode on his flying broom and flashed by in a hurry. The broom seemed to be out of control, leaving a series of calls for help and screams in the sky. Umbridge was about to raise her arms, but remembered her own character setting. It would not be a good thing to deviate too much from the original character's personality.

What about the other professors? He can't be the only one.

McGonagall was in Dumbledore's office at the moment, and the office was not facing this side, but Lockhart heard it. He looked at the person flying in the sky through the elf branches and leaves, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Some young wizards simply didn't dare to rescue him, while those who were capable wished that there would be one less person on the Gryffindor team this year.

Fortunately, Madam Hooch was nearby and Lupin emerged from the hut.

Wood held on to the out-of-control broomstick tightly like he was taming a wild horse, putting all his love and persistence for the sport into it. He watched the ground getting closer and closer, gritting his teeth. Even though the muscles on his cheeks were constantly vibrating from the wind and the broomstick was falling faster and faster, he still refused to let go.

Umbridge felt relieved when she saw Lupin come out from the window, but her heart was lifted up again.

On this side, Harry hurried out of the small kitchen, and walked out with the three people who were chatting at the dining table. The four of them crawled out of the ground, walked through the auditorium and came to the playground.

"Harry, what's the matter—"

Wood's broom was getting closer and closer to the ground. Lupin and Hooch waved their wands vigorously, "Shock reduction and speed stop!"

These two spells merely slowed down Wood's descent for a while, and then the broom gathered all its strength and rushed down, as if wanting to die together with the ground.

"Wood let go!", Madam Hooch shouted.

"Lonski fake move!" Wood was unwilling to give up. This was his closest chance to success. Looking at the ground getting closer and closer, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down rapidly. He clenched his wand tightly, hoping to survive.

There were gasps all around, and Fred yelled, "Hurry up and jump down, don't act like you're sick, there's obviously something wrong with this broom."

Harry paid more attention. He felt that something was not right with Wood, as if he was being controlled by something.

"Shock reduction and speed stop!"

Wood's broom suddenly stayed in the air for a while, and some people around him breathed a sigh of relief. Falling from such a high height should not be a big deal. Even if it was a fracture, drinking a bottle of bone-growing potion would be enough.

Wood sat on his broom and glared around, "Who is it, who just--"

Harry keenly saw the broom twist humanely, turn around and fly towards Harry. Wood was a little more sober at this moment, but because the speed was too fast, he hesitated.

The broom was suddenly in front of Harry.

Boom!

A transparent barrier appeared around Harry, and Wood was violently bounced back and thrown into the air. The broom lost control and slowly landed on the ground.

Wood fell on the spring-like grass. It turned out that Professor McGonagall, who had just arrived, performed an extremely advanced Transfiguration. "Okay, what are you looking at here?"

The people watching around dispersed, and before leaving, George glanced at Harry with an expression of surprise and gratitude.

"This is actually armor!" Several senior students exclaimed, and some knowledgeable people exclaimed, "With that speed and force just now, the barrier around Harry didn't break. This shows that his magic power is often stronger than ours."

Hermione looked envious, she had seen these spells in books before, but had never successfully performed them, only a tiny spark came out each time.

Finnegan was just protected by Harry behind him, and an inexplicable feeling arose spontaneously. It turned out that Harry was so powerful.

Harry ignored the commotion behind him. To be precise, his focus now was not on his peers, but on the more distant future.

McGonagall waved to Harry, and Harry turned to greet Ron and Hermione. Looking at Finnegan walking away, he turned around and walked towards the professor.

McGonagall was thinking more deeply at this time. It was a bit like being controlled by Legilimency, but it was more likely that it was the massive disaster that Dumbledore talked about, which could control others and transform matter. It was the greatest catastrophe that human life had ever faced.

Hogwarts was no longer safe, and she understood this more clearly than ever before.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhou Fu used a sickle to cut through the bushes blocking the road in front of him, and slowly asked Lockhart who was following behind him.

"Nothing much, just an unlucky young man who met a broomstick with a unclear mind."

Zhou Fu felt puzzled. She had very complicated feelings towards this man. A few nights ago, she wanted to go to Jining to get the thing back, but she didn't expect that there was a tail following her and she was caught on the spot for night wandering.

The school will deduct 50 points for staying out at night. Although Zhou Fu himself doesn't care, he still feels a little overwhelmed when he thinks of his good friend's vow to help Ravenclaw regain the first place. With Harry and Malfoy around, Ravenclaw can forget about it.

But Lockhart just caught him in the act and didn't deduct any points. Instead, he probed him with a hint of meaning, "Where do you want to go to dig herbs?"

This was an excuse Zhou Fu made up. She was unfamiliar with the place and didn't have much money, so she needed to resell some magical plants to supplement her own pocket. Recently, the Weasley twins had been secretly running a business selling candy from Hogsmeade village, and their business was booming.

Zhou Fu used this as an excuse, but Lockhart obviously didn't take it seriously. Instead, he wanted to get rich with her. Zhou Fu was about to roll his eyes at that time.

But although this man looks like a fool on the surface, his magic power is actually comparable to that of Snape, and those biographies are all his own.

Don't ask her how she knew it. It was because he suffered a great loss last time. Harry swore that Lockhart was a liar who used other people's adventure stories. Zhou Fu rushed up angrily, but he didn't expect to be beaten badly.

Now, Zhou Fu clenched his fists, cut the bushes in front of him shorter, and stepped over with difficulty.

Lockhart was checking the position he had seen a few days ago in his mind. The shape of a dragon, is this like a dragon's claw? It also looks like a dragon's tail, and it also looks like a dragon's head. He stared at the little girl in front of him. Was she doing it on purpose or was she really having difficulty?

If he did it on purpose, then he would make a fortune. He loves solving puzzles and exploring countries around the world the most. If there are really difficulties, he is willing to donate generously.

When everything returned to the topic, Umbridge closed the window in the ward. Harry looked up, then followed Professor McGonagall and carried Wood into the school infirmary.

Looking at Harry's receding back, Ron couldn't help but wonder, "He's always distracted. Could he be able to predict what will happen in the future?"

Hermione touched her chin, "Harry is very powerful, so it's not impossible."

After all, his behavior was really abnormal, and he didn't even try to cover himself in front of the two people. He kept it in for such a long time without asking, which showed his understanding and respect for his friends.

"He just said that he would transfer his friends from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Will someone really come here?" Ron was a little excited. Since he came to this world, he had never seen any students other than Gryffindor.

No matter how interesting the magical world is, the excitement brought by being a transfer student in his previous life still remains in his heart. After all, it is one of the few fun things in his boring study life.

"I think so."

Ok?

Seeing Hermione's decisive answer, Ron was a little confused, "Why?"

"look--"

Ron turned his head and saw a little fat boy carrying a pink suitcase standing on the empty grass, looking at the surrounding buildings at a loss. There was an adult standing next to him, and the two of them were looking up together.