Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Hermione's eyes sparkled. The foxtail grass growing wildly on the ground touched her heart. The love that came from the bottom of her heart instantly became a towering tree.

The girl's joy was not concealed at all. Ron looked at her with a look of jealousy, but the feeling was fleeting. Hermione threw her thoughts heavily into the long river of words created by Lockhart.

After this class, in just a few days, Lockhart's reputation and image soared, and in some people's minds, he was almost on par with Dumbledore. Here, Lockhart was in the limelight, as he finally didn't have to pretend to be a fool, while the other special commissioner who stayed in Hogwarts and refused to return to the Ministry of Magic could only wander around here with nothing to do.

Umbridge was now in an awkward situation. She was obviously assigned by Fudge, but the Ministry of Magic didn't want her and the entire Hogwarts couldn't accommodate her. Only those professors at the time looked at her with relatively friendly eyes.

This made her feel a little relieved. Sitting in the office that Dumbledore had specially reserved for her, Umbridge gently stroked the porcelain on the table, and she was rarely confused. What was her significance? What should she do?

Obviously, the savior controlled her body, everyone was on her side, and she was a victim, but she could not muster any hatred towards that little kid.

He still vividly remembered how he had jumped around in front of Fudge some time ago and reported to Barty Crouch that Harry had cast the Imperius Curse on him. Although it had not been successful, the person involved had not taken any revenge on him.

For the first time, she had time to think about her future destiny. In fact, the best choice was to stay here. She watched the rally that day.

The weather was getting colder, and the fireplace hewn into the wall was emitting waves of warmth. Behind her, the flames suddenly changed color.

Umbridge took another path.

After class that day, Harry was sitting in the common room. Sitting diagonally opposite him was Percy, next to him were Ron and Elliot, behind him stood the Weasley twins, and a little further back stood Ginny. She looked at the thin figure in front of her with a little shyness.

With Harry at the center, the Weasley family was in the inner circle, and some Quidditch team members were standing or sitting on the periphery. They all had some connection with Harry. Neville and Seamus sat not far from Harry.

The entire Gryffindor gradually formed a small group with Harry as the center. As the president of Harry's Fan Club, Seamus' influence extended to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

When Hermione walked into the Gryffindor common room, she saw this scene. She was used to it, so she walked through the crowd and sat on a small stool right opposite Harry. Hermione didn't notice at all that her roommate, with whom she had lived for more than a year, showed an envious look behind her.

"Come on, what have you been doing?"

Harry asked curiously.

Hermione looked very happy and proudly announced to the people around her that Professor Lockhart had joined their Association for the Promotion of House-Elf Rights.

"Why did you go to see him again?"

Ron was sulking, feeling sour and bitter, as if someone had forced him to drink a large bottle of aged vinegar, the strong acid corroding his heart.

Hermione glanced at him and ignored him. She continued to look at Harry and glanced at the people around her. The Weasley twins were standing behind Harry, fiddling with something, but the badge on their chest made Hermione feel comforted.

"A small number of members came to me and hoped that our organization could have a collective gathering."

Hermione looked at Harry expectantly.

Harry thought about it and nodded, "You decide when and where we should meet."

Some people at the outermost edge pricked up their ears, touched the badge on their chest, and rejoiced sincerely.

After discussing these things, it was already late at night. They still had to deal with tomorrow's exhaustion and high-intensity study, so they had to go to bed early. After most people had left, Harry was ready and stood at the dormitory entrance, wanting to go out.

"Where are you going?"

Dudley appeared out of nowhere and said this in a sinister voice.

Harry glanced at Daly indifferently, then went into the round hole without saying a word and came out of the dormitory. He happened to meet Filch who was patrolling, and both of them felt a little awkward.

Filch swallowed, held Mrs. Norris in his arms and walked past Harry without looking at him.

"Mr. Filch!"

Harry called out to Filch.

He turned around holding the cat and complained a little to Harry. As the manager of the castle, he would pretend not to see Harry unless he was called by Harry. But if Harry called him, what should he do?

"Congratulations!"

Harry took out a thick book from his pocket and stuffed it into Filch's arms. He also took out a small bag of Muggle cat food and gave it to Mrs. Norris.

"I collected this book from a friend's house. It contains all the commonly used spells in the magic world. This book also has a relatively detailed explanation of each spell. I hope it can help you."

Harry said sincerely, and then ran away again. Filch was stunned. This was the first time that a little wizard gave him something with such sincerity. He usually received either feces from the Weasley twins or ruthless ridicule and teasing from Peeves.

He opened the book and flipped through it. It felt a little hot. A book like this would cost at least twenty gold galleons to sell in Flourish and Blotts.

Filch touched his pounding heart, and Mrs. Norris ate the cat food with particular relish.

He touched Loris and watched it meow comfortably. A warm current started from the arterial end of the left ventricle, passed through the arteries and veins, and reached the right ventricle.

The person who gave the gift was not in a very good mood. Harry was walking in the castle late at night, and suddenly found that the familiar classrooms had been changed into dormitories for some teachers and guests.

He walked through the active spiral staircase and reached the highest level of the castle.

Harry did not go to the principal's office first, but came to the Owl Shed. When he received the letter in the morning, Harry had a vague feeling in his heart. He came here and looked at the half moon, and under the moon stood a black figure.

He turned around and it was Lupin.

Lupin knelt respectfully, physically respectful, but boldly raised his head and looked directly at Harry.

Harry did not help Lupin up immediately. Instead, he waited until he was sure that there was no one around and that the owls could not see them. Then he slowly came to Lupin and looked down at this man, who had once been a good friend of his father, but now -

"What should I call you?"

"Master, you may continue to call me Lupin."

The scene seemed familiar. It was the same when Harry and Dudley first met. It seemed that there was someone else who was so respectful in front of him in the past.

It's--who is it?

Harry's memory was a little fuzzy.

"When did you become their side?"

“The second day after arriving here.”

"Where is the real Lupin?"

"I am Lupin too, Master."

Lupin looked at this familiar face. The young James Potter was still vivid in his mind, but now everything was different.

As the glass wall broke, not only did Harry's emotions begin to fade, but his memory also became increasingly confused. Sometimes he was the powerful and ruthless Voldemort, sometimes he was the Draco who trembled in fear under Voldemort's hands, sometimes he stayed in the dark basement concentrating on preparing potions, and sometimes he even worked hard in the Hogwarts kitchen, washing piles of dishes.

Among the many chaotic memories, another memory forcefully broke into his mind. His sight overlapped infinitely with the man in the blue door, and he stroked the purple gem with his right hand.

There were rows and rows of familiar faces kneeling below, Dudley, Bai You, Hagrid, and even someone he didn't want to see appeared in the back.

Lupin.

Harry stayed here for a while, and then walked to Dumbledore's office, where the man from the big oriental country had a pleasant conversation with Dumbledore.

"Hello, my name is Li Changsheng, and I'm Zhou Fu's father."

Harry hesitated for a moment, but decided to shake the man's hand. His big, rough hands were covered with thick calluses on all the joints. He had an upright posture and a heroic temperament. He was a real man.

But he turned out to be Zhou Fu's father. Harry thought of the mysterious girl and touched the two envelopes in his pocket, feeling relieved.

Dumbledore saw everything. He drank the sweet milk tea with a smile on his face, and his demeanor was calm and unhurried.

Then the three of them left the office, with Li Changsheng leading the way, followed by Dumbledore and Harry.

"Where are we going?"

Harry was a little confused. Dumbledore wanted to get to the bottom of the mystery. The three of them walked out of the castle and strolled on the lawn. The bright moonlight shone on the quiet lake, and the water was sparkling, rippling with unnoticed tenderness and tranquility.

It was already late at night. The turbid air sank and the fresh air rose. The cool evening breeze brushed across the corners of Harry's clothes, and he felt the long-lost tranquility.

Finally entering the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore spoke, "The centaurs living in the forest were massacred. Most of them died."

The pupils in Harry's eyes shrank. She had never heard of this news. It was only a few dozen meters away, but on one side there was horrific tragedy and on the other side there was peace and tranquility.

"Did you block all their messages?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Why? Are you afraid of causing panic among everyone and damaging their confidence in preparing for the war?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and changed the subject.

"Do you know how the catastrophe yesterday came about?"

Harry shook his head. Li Changsheng turned around with a subtle temptation in his eyes. He wanted to know Harry's attitude towards what happened yesterday.

"It's the centaurs."

Dumbledore's answer surprised Harry.

"They, how could they?"

Although Harry looked very surprised on the surface, his eyes were unusually calm. Dumbledore, who was walking parallel to Harry, did not notice it. Li Changsheng, who was walking in front, turned around and had an idea in his mind.

I just don't care too much.

"That guy revealed some truths to you, please don't disturb me, Sleeping Dragon."

Harry nodded, this point having been made clear to him and Dumbledore in their previous conversation.

"Actually, this dragon is sealed. Slytherin told the original method of sealing to Ms. Hufflepuff, who later became the headmaster."

"And Hufflepuff invited the Centaurs to come here to guard the seal. Although a long time has passed, there are still some records in their tribe."

"Did they loosen the seal? Why?"

Harry couldn't find any reason why the centaurs did these things, and Dumbledore was very sad. "There is actually no reason for doing these things. They are also controlled."

Harry understood that the source of all this was actually that force.

"So they slaughtered all the centaurs in order to silence them?"

Dumbledore nodded heavily.

There was silence among the three of them. Harry no longer had the strength to speak. He followed the two people, looking at the towering tree that was sealed at the beginning, and continued to go deeper into the Forbidden Forest. From a distance, he saw the centaurs healing their wounds there. The Firenze who had been very friendly to them at the beginning had one leg chopped off. Madam Pomfrey and Snape were here to heal them.

Looking at the three people who came from afar, the centaurs showed gratitude. Firenze looked at Harry, who was sandwiched between Dumbledore and another man, with sadness in his eyes.

The centaurs could not escape this fate after all.

Dumbledore asked him to come over tonight, as if he wanted to tell him about this matter. During this time, he met some villagers from Hogsmeade village one after another. Among them, Aberforth, who looked very similar to Dumbledore, came over cursing, threw down some potions and food, and left immediately.

Before leaving, he glanced at Harry.

Harry also came over to help the centaurs recover from their injuries. Several elderly centaurs were very grateful. They gradually lost their vigilance towards wizards, and the impressions in their hearts gradually changed.

The morning light was dim and the sky was already bright. Harry had been busy all night and was almost exhausted. Madam Pomfrey handed him a bottle of tranquilizer. After drinking it, Harry did not feel drowsy, but instead became full of energy.

She explained that this one had been improved by Snape.

Harry was amazed at the efficacy of the potion. Snape's identity as a potion master was fully utilized during this period. Not only did the injured heal quickly, but those high-ranking Muggle people who longed for good health and immortality also received their ideal rewards.

When he returned to the dormitory, he found Dudley still sitting there, the morning sun shining on his furry head, his eyes filled with obvious resentment and slight anger.

"What were you doing this evening? Aren't you afraid of losing points to Gryffindor for hanging out at night?"

"I don't know, when did you care so much about collective honor?"

Harry said sarcastically, then lay down on his small bed with tired steps. He could probably sleep for another hour or so.