Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Okay, okay, I promise, isn't that enough?"

"And you--"

Lockhart glanced at the obviously absent-minded guy in a slightly threatening tone. He had been like this since he met Jelan, and no one knew where his soul had gone.

"I, of course, go wherever Harry goes."

Harry didn't say anything or express his opinion. He just felt a huge force in his throat that was restraining him. He did not forget that not long ago, a man with the same face as this guy had tried to kill him.

However, with such great strength, does this guy have the blood of a giant? He is so small, and doesn't look like a giant hybrid like Hagrid.

"Harry——"

Professor McGonagall hugged Harry in her arms with heartache. This poor child, so many wizards have to rely on this child to save the world, including herself.

Harry patted Professor McGonagall's arm and whispered, "Professor, I'm fine. I'm fine."

The soft-hearted Professor Meow Meow lost her composure and left in a hurry without even saying goodbye.

"Then, Harry, you should rest for a few days in Hogwarts and spend time with your friends. They all miss you very much."

"Headmaster -" Harry remembered something, "Have you been to see the place where the nuclear bomb exploded? Did you feel anything special there? Can the magic power of wizards be increased?"

Dumbledore's hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly, and his left arm, which had been injured before, felt a strange pain.

"That place does increase the magic power of wizards, but it needs to be kept secret."

Dumbledore blinked, his deep blue eyes showing understanding and ease.

Harry felt relieved and thought he should have a good rest.

Snape hesitated to speak. There were several tubes of potions on his seat, which were for Dumbledore.

Harry left, and Lockhart followed behind Harry, cursing, and it was unclear whether he wanted to go or not, or was worried about his future.

Jerlan also left. He didn't know why he came here. From the moment Harry entered the door, he had never looked into his eyes. Long experience told Jerlan that something must have gone wrong during the time Harry was unconscious.

What could it be?

Jerran passed Lockhart, pushing him behind him, and then was on the same level as Harry.

"Harry, are you feeling better now?"

Jerran put a little more distance between himself and Harry.

Harry subconsciously leaned to the side. His tone was very normal, but his body's subconscious movements revealed his true thoughts.

Jie Lan acted as if he hadn't seen it and instead moved closer to her. Nonsense, when a misunderstanding already exists, don't care about your face. Otherwise, if it is not clarified at the first time, this will be the beginning of the two relationships drifting further and further apart.

He once went from being very close to a person to being extremely distant. Language is used for communication and is the best tool to bring people closer in the vast ocean.

The heavy shackles of past experiences piled him up high on a lonely throne called pride. When he looked at his close friends beside him, he inevitably felt a little lonely. When he wanted to come down, the shackles had formed a thick cocoon. He could only try his best to break a small hole with blood, and then block it again heavily.

He has become an isolated island called noble.

In the past, it was Hermann, who was almost the only person willing to be close to him during his student days, but in the end, he pushed her away.

Huh? Why is there no sound all of a sudden?

Harry felt as if the person next to him was lost in his own thoughts and was about to suffocate.

"What's the matter with you? Look at the steps below you."

Harry was holding onto Jerlan's clothes so tightly that he was about to fall off.

"I feel better, but -" Harry drawled out -

"You don't look well. Do you need to go to the infirmary and see Madam Pomfrey?"

"No, thank you Harry, I'm glad you're okay. So what do we do next?"

The two men stood in a small corner of the corridor on the fourth floor. Lockhart had already sneaked away.

"Well, go find Lupin and tell him to meet at the cottage next to the Forbidden Forest at nine o'clock tonight."

"Ah, you can come and go as you please? Doesn't this require a portkey?"

Harry took out a keychain from his pocket and waved it in front of Jerlan's eyes. "Look at what this is?"

"Principal Dumbledore trusts you too much—"

Harry raised his eyebrows. No wonder, who would give him the key? Dumbledore wanted him to have a good rest. He just performed a clever Transfiguration, and Jerran actually believed it.

Jerlan said goodbye to Harry, and Jerlan lay on his shoulder. He touched Jerlan's smooth and soft fur, "Let's go - let's go see Lupin."

He took out a silver snitch from his pocket. He hesitated a little, wondering whether he should tell Harry that he had the real key.

Harry did not go to the classroom, but returned to the eighth floor. In front of the Room of Requirement, a slender girl was waiting for him.

Two pairs of eyes of the same color looked at each other, with a faint scent of grass mixed with gardenia.

"Long time no see, Harry."

"haven't seen you for a long time--"

At this moment, in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore drank bottle after bottle of potion with a painful look on his face. The smell on his body seemed to be soaked through, and white smoke came out of his head. His nasal cavity was not spared either, and transparent liquid flowed out of it.

"Severus, let's discuss something. Next time when you use the crucible to brew potions, can you add less slugs?"

Snape did not agree, and increased the proportion of some herbs in his mind, but the effect was still not strong enough. He should use more next time.

Finally, it was over. Dumbledore cleaned off all the stains on his body and took out some of Honeydukes' latest candies from the drawer, which were specially made for him.

A thin mirror flew in front of Dumbledore, revealing Professor McGonagall's slightly red eyes.

Dumbledore was a little annoyed. Snape spoke but didn't make any sound. "I am watching you——"

He pointed two fingers at his eyes, then boldly pointed at Dumbledore.

"Be bold!"

The portrait on the wall showed an old man who was almost bald, roaring shockingly, "How dare you!"

The portrait trembled violently, and the frame next to it began to break.

"What are you doing! If you want to die, just don't drag us down with you!"

Delise Devante (1741-1768), former headmistress of Hogwarts and a distinguished healer. Her portrait hangs in Dumbledore's office and St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. She was supposed to give verbal instructions to the newly appointed interns at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies, but a violent shaking called her over.

How did he get this old witch here? The hairs on Blake's head trembled up and down, and he ran away, covering his forehead.

Delis ran over angrily, cursing at the empty space, then she rolled her eyes and spoke to Dumbledore outside.

"Take away his portrait frame. He was the only one who ran away from the whole wall."

"Old witch! How dare you!"

This pierced Blake's lungs, and he rushed out in panic.

It's over-

This was the voice of everyone present. Snape had already seen the possible fate of Black. He left with a contented look after receiving the new task assigned by Dumbledore and drinking the remaining potions.

Snape felt very happy when he thought about Sirius' grandfather being beaten up.

Dumbledore cast the Muffling Charm on his ears with such skill that it was heartbreaking. The office was in chaos, but our white-bearded headmaster was in a good mood.

Stepping out of the character's setting, Snape felt that walking was much easier. Was my behavior a bit out of line? Whatever, he should go back to the owl shed, where the little guy stayed yesterday.

He had a strong sense of excitement. The truth was about to be revealed. Harry had not expected that Dumbledore's eyes might be more than just the portrait in the corridor.

As the weather got warmer, the owl shed smelled really good. As soon as it was opened, flies and insects swarmed around it.

Snape took a deep breath, and a red beetle with a glasses-frame pattern on its wings stumbled over. He quickly grabbed it.

"Where are you going? Our dear Daily Prophet reviewer, the famous Ms. Rita Skeeter."

Snape felt a slight struggle in his hand, and after sealing the door, he let it out.

The beetle lay on the ground and quickly turned into a lady wearing a red coat, black glasses and messy hair.

"You are so ungentlemanly." Rita Skeeter rolled her eyes at Snape.

"Tell me, what did you see last night? What was Harry doing here again?"

Rita Skeeter rolled her eyes, and then a thin feather pen floated out from behind her, dancing excitedly on the blank parchment, and the handwriting was crooked.

The Anigma man caught by Harry finally got a small revenge on Harry within the scope allowed by Dumbledore.

"An owl is very familiar with him. Whose owl do you think it is?"

Ms. Rita was a little excited. She really wanted to tell the world immediately that Harry had actually had such a long correspondence with the famous wizard defector, Hermann.

This made Rosier furious. This was the first wanted warrant issued by Grindelwald for a wizard himself. Didn’t Dumbledore have a good relationship with him?

See what he does!

"Do you have any evidence?" Snape was not angry. The potion in his hand had pearl-like bubbles rising in a spiral, then slowly dissipated at the mouth of the bottle.

"That's it." Rita was very happy to see that Snape was not angry. She thought it was a sign that Dumbledore disliked Harry Potter.

So he grabbed the sleeping Helian. Helian struggled desperately, exposing a small chain on her leg. The letters engraved on it were the abbreviations of Hermann.

"Is that all? Then I will have to send you back to the Ministry of Magic again."

This was undoubtedly a very scary threat, and the shadow it left was still vivid in her mind. The person she originally thought to have a backer turned out to be Crouch Jr., and the pink toad who pulled her into the Ministry of Magic disappeared overnight. People seemed to have acquiesced, forming a very scary tacit understanding.

And when did I wake up? I saw Dumbledore and found that I had no memories of the past. I saw that my hands were covered in blood, but I was still writing on parchment with a quill.

The square desk turned into a bloody mouth and attacked her. Rita was covered in cold sweat. Sometimes she really wished she could die immediately to avoid the mental torture, but her strong will to survive stopped her from committing suicide.

Rita's mind was racing. Her memory of what had happened was very vague. She didn't know if she had fallen asleep or what.

However, there was one scene that left a deep impression on her.

"There seemed to be a person sitting on the roof of my owl shed. I saw his calves."

"Is that Harry?"

"I'm not sure?"

Rita was a little scared. Harry was definitely not an ordinary little wizard. Everything that happened to him was creepy. Why should I hate such a person?

She changed her answer. In her memory, Harry seemed to be communicating with that person, but she didn't know what they said specifically.

"Okay - have a good sleep, we will reassign you a new position in the organization."

"This is--"

Snape slowly approached, with unquestionable intimidation and coercion, "In order to prevent you from talking nonsense, you need to drink it."

"No problem, no problem."

To Snape's surprise, Rita Skeeter snatched the potion and drank it, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to drink it in the next second.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll poison it?"

Rita's eyes had begun to wander left and right, and she spoke tremblingly.

"What are you talking about? Why am I here?" Snape looked at Rita's receding back and for the first time felt a little unconfident about his potion.

"When did these things become so powerful——"

Dumbledore opened the window and looked at the huge sphere that suddenly appeared in the sky.

This sphere suddenly appeared last night, which was beyond everyone's expectation. How was it formed? Was it man-made, or something else?

Maybe you can find the answer by exploring it yourself.

The auditorium was also very lively. They were chattering and sharing what they had seen last night. Although they were not allowed to go out, there were some windows through which they could see the entire scenery outside.

The news confirmed that the full moon appeared suddenly.

"Look, look! That's Headmaster Dumbledore, he's flying over."