Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Hey, brother, brother."

The snake tail on Harry's wrist turned into two snake heads together. The green one spit out the snake saliva, and its little head seemed a little impatient.

The purple one moved, "Ah——" "Don't hit me!" The green little snake seemed a little aggrieved.

"Qing Gang! Did I give you face?" The little green snake seemed to have suffered a great injustice. A touch of blue floated across Harry's arm and disappeared in the blink of an eye. A green tattoo appeared on Harry's face.

The purple snake seemed a little speechless. He closed his eyes and felt Harry's current state. "Logically, the poison should have been completely absorbed. He shouldn't be still awake at this time."

"You, stay away from me." Harry frowned and looked impatiently at the person who was sticking behind him. He never knew that he could have such an expression on his face that made him so disgusted.

Harry put down the book in his hand heavily and carved his name on the desk, expressing his extreme anger and hoping that the man could show some understanding.

"Ouch!" Harry put down the book of Financial Management and Financial Institutions in his hand. He frowned and said bitterly, "Which bastard put all the books in Chinese? I don't recognize any of them. Please have mercy on me." He lay down and put his arms on the desk, his two hands eager to reach over.

"I'm you. Don't I know that you don't particularly like reading? Why don't you come play Quidditch with me?" Harry was a little tempted. He had to say that this person had hit a itch in his heart. However, it was already so late, and he was so angry that he really thought that this person had bad intentions.

Harry raised his eyebrows and stretched his mouth into a strange shape, revealing half of his teeth and upper gums, showing his impatience.

"Little old fashioned."

Gryffindor, who was hiding in the distance, watched the two children getting along with each other with a smile. He scratched his head, thinking that this was a little bit different between his development and what the four of them had expected. However, he still trusted Ravenclaw wholeheartedly, thinking that she had anticipated this situation.

"Hey, brother, brother." The little green snake ran back and nudged his brother with the top of his head. "Should we wake up the master? There's something wrong with the way we met the master. Why is the master so bitter and resentful?"

Zi Luan thought about it carefully and felt that it was true, the play was over and the contact person's mission was completed, so why did his master act as if he didn't know them?

Zi Luan opened his bloody mouth, showing his sharp teeth, ready to strike hard, but at this moment, the door of the school infirmary suddenly opened quietly.

"Hey, hurry up." A red head popped out from the crack in the door first, "Come in quickly." A slender and delicate hand stretched out and pressed Ron's head down hard.

Ron staggered and opened the door of the school infirmary.

"Hurry, let's hide inside the clothes."

"Where are you hiding? Brother, let's go."

"Idiot! Of course you can hide anywhere except where it's exposed."

"oh???"

The Veles twins outside the door hesitated, "George, you go first." "No, no, no, you go first." "Let's carry out the fine tradition of respecting the elderly and loving the young, you go first." "Brother, you are older than me, you go first."

Hermione, who had already entered, looked at the two people outside the door who were performing a crosstalk, and closed her mouth, pursing it into a straight line.

"Come in, you two, you are as slow as a turtle." Queen Hermione pulled the two hesitant people into the ward neatly. She didn't know what happened between the twins and Harry, but she knew that if they didn't go in, they would be discovered by the patrolling professors.

"Harry," Ron paced to the bed and looked at Harry with a frown, a little worried. He seemed to have slept very poorly. After this incident, he decided not to explore what secrets Harry had. He wanted to follow his innermost thoughts and be friends with him.

Hermione was also a little worried when she saw this. Although she was angry that Harry did not follow them, she also understood. She had a vague feeling that Harry was not as weak as he appeared to be. He seemed to be the kind of academic master that ordinary people could surpass with hard work. Hermione, who was following behind, felt a little tired.

The moonlight is cool and gentle, and much easier to approach than the sun, but not everyone can reach it.

This time, the feeling of powerlessness deeply hurt Hermione. She never wanted to feel this kind of helplessness, this kind of surrender, this kind of abandoning her companions and running away in embarrassment again.

Ron had learned about the situation from his brothers. Although he was angry at his brothers for not helping him, he knew very well that if the situation was true, it was definitely not something that two little wizards who were just in the third grade could handle.

He was actually very curious about how Harry had survived that situation, and why Hagrid had pinned Harry under him again.

There are many different opinions in the school now. Some people have dug up the history that Hagrid's mother was once a giant, and that he was once sent to Azkaban for murdering a classmate. These people believe that it was Hagrid who led Harry and others to the school forest and wanted to kill this savior.

It is a relic of history known to all wizards that during the reign of the Dark Lord, giants were powerful allies.

A lot of people believed this, but Ron didn't, Hermione didn't, and neither did anyone who had come into contact with Hagrid.

As a person Dumbledore absolutely trusted, he was able to let Hagrid take the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the vault, and he was also able to let Hagrid act as a representative to contact the giant hidden in the canyon when the Dark Lord had been resurrected. Ron knew that this must be another attempt by someone to frame him.

Harry was sleeping soundly, and the four of them gathered around his bed. Ron whispered this idea to the Velez twins.

The two men looked a little strange. They didn't say yes or no. Fred gently pulled George's sleeve, signaling him not to say more.

George nodded slightly. Ron was so absorbed in his own reasoning that he didn't notice this detail. But Hermione felt that these two people were definitely hiding something from them.

"What is this? What is this?"

Harry pointed to the book in his hand, which had a string of Russian words on the cover, and questioned Gryffindor with a stern look on his face.

"What do you think I am? Why don't you translate into English?" Harry had great ambitions and wanted to use the difference in time passing at different speeds to enrich himself, but he didn't expect that he would fail at the first level because of illiteracy.

"Well - this is the XX Party Manifesto." Gryffindor smiled, as if Harry was holding a very interesting treasure.

"Hmm (?_?|||)"

Harry gave up hope on this unreliable old man who had lived for thousands of years, even though he still looked like his youngest self.