Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Lockhart took it upon himself to take charge of the corresponding diplomatic affairs and secretly used the photo stone to record this memorable scene.

In the future, perhaps it will be written in a section of Hogwarts' school history that in a certain month and year, Lockhart, professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, had a historic meeting with Mr. Sergei, the headmaster of Kodostoriz School. The two sides reached a consensus on jointly resisting the White Alliance and cooperating closely with Muggles.

What Lockhart wanted was not much, just fame, wealth, and love.

Sergei ignored Lockhart, but turned left and his hand fell from the sky and landed next to Harry.

He muttered in a strange tone, "Harry Potter, Wele to——"

"Ah!" Lockhart was very angry. How could there be such a person? Didn't he see that such a handsome man like him was standing in front of him, showing such a friendly attitude? Merlin! How could there be such an ignorant person in the world?

Ron finally couldn't help it and burst out laughing. Cedric had a smile on his face, but perhaps in order not to embarrass his companion even more, he turned his face away.

It seems that you want to appreciate this unique Russian-style building with foreign characteristics. Although it is red as a whole, there are wonderful paintings on the walls with rich colors and smooth lines, which seem to be telling a different story.

It was originally just a spur-of-the-moment idea, but now Cedric was gradually attracted. He left the small team and came outside the red wall.

The wizards who were either resting or studying here dispersed in a hurry. They stared at the group of strange visitors with some curiosity, and were even more interested in the person who dared to approach the red wall.

The two looked at each other, and one of the boys said something incoherent. Cedric didn't understand, so he looked at the boy with some confusion, "Can you speak English?"

A thin boy squeezed out from the crowd. He seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness. His face was pale and he exuded an aura that he would not live long. The people around him looked at him with great concern, saying something with pen and paper. Then the man nodded soothingly.

He can speak English.

"Hello, guests from afar! Not many of our classmates can speak English, so I hope you can understand."

Cedric nodded understandingly, using his Hufflepuff jar's affinity to 100%.

"I understand. I see you're not feeling well. Why don't you go back to your dorm and rest?"

"No, thank you for your concern. My name is Paul. Actually, I am their professor. If we calculate by age, I should be more than ten years older than you."

Cedric's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Paul with some disbelief. Judging from his body shape, appearance, and tone of voice, this was a young man who was older than them but not very old.

How? How did it become like this?

Paul sensed Cedric's surprise and also noticed that he was very interested in the murals outside the red wall, so he explained in a soft voice.

"You should have been picked up by Ivan, right? From the place where the Muggle nuclear bomb exploded."

Cedric nodded in agreement.

"My body has become what it is now because of that." Paul was reluctant to say more. After explaining the reason for his weakness, he turned the conversation to the mural.

His eyes were slightly melancholy. "This mural has been in this school for a long time. No one knows when it appeared. It is as mysterious as this castle."

Cedric came up to him, and a few little guys behind him took a few steps forward and wanted to stop him, but were rejected by Paul.

He watched as Cedric supported his arm and looked up at him, very sincerely and with very warm eyes.

His tone softened, and he was more willing to talk.

After Harry and his group finished the negotiations, they found that Cedric was having a heated conversation with the local young wizard.

Lockhart has become autistic now. He huddles at the back of the team, looking at Sergei with resentment from time to time. He doesn't care about such an old and fat man who doesn't know the value of things.

Luo Fit's mind was obviously not here. He looked at the mural outside the red wall.

With marble columns as dividing lines, each piece is like a comic strip, telling the story of a wizard facing a huge ice wall, and then suddenly the wall collapsed, and he was about to be submerged in it. Finally, a mysterious man fell from the sky, rescued the wizard, threw him some food and medicine, and then wanted to leave.

The mysterious man was then kept by the wizard, and the two got along very well, so they jointly established this school.

But later, for some unknown reason, the two suddenly fell out. The mysterious man had a big fight with the wizard, and then left, never again coming back to this place where he had once invested so much experience.

The wizard missed his savior and friend for a long time and finally died of depression.

From then on, the wizard and his fallen out friend established this school. Although it was very powerful and attracted many young wizards to study there, it left behind an inexplicable curse.

Good friends leave early, bad jackals are looking around for opportunities, no one can make close friends here, and everyone will leave this school alone and head to their own grave.

"Of course it was just a rumor, because we have become very good friends with each other, and the predicted thing did not happen at all."

Paul concluded the story he had told Cedric, and at the same time he welcomed Cedric to live happily in their school.

"Cedric, let's go." Ron shouted in the team.

"Your friend is looking for you."

Cedric walked for a while and then looked back. He realized how pale Paul's skin looked among the healthy people. It was almost a white-gray color, which contrasted with the snow below, exuding a dead atmosphere.

His heart suddenly tightened and he felt a little heartbroken.

Maybe Paul was too gentle, or maybe he left too good an impression on Cedric, he looked at the powerful Harry and made up his mind, maybe Harry had a way.

They all walked into the castle together. Different from the obvious mystery of Hogwarts, the architecture here was more artistic. There were many exquisite Russian nesting dolls on both sides of the spacious hall. They blinked, smiled, and spoke from time to time.

Ron was very interested. He used to collect many exquisite works of art from various countries in his previous home.

He walked curiously to a large nesting doll, looked at the cute doll, the rosy face, and the complicated clothes underneath, and asked politely, "Can I touch you?"

"Okay, but don't use too much force," said Wawa.

Ron gently touched the doll's face. It was cool and smooth. This was his first feeling.

Finally, the doll seemed to be frightened, and its body suddenly untied in front of Ron, with big layers inside small layers, and big dolls and small dolls all jumped out of his body.

Half a doll even fell from the sky and was about to trap Ron.

Ron sat on the ground in some fear, looking up at the inside of the doll shell. This was not ordinary white porcelain, but a bloody mouth that wiped out all trespassers.

"Boom!"

The doll hit a transparent screen, then bounced back against the wall and shattered onto the ground. The remaining dolls seemed to have telepathy and also crashed into the wall.

The huge movement here attracted a lot of people's attention.

Then they saw debris all over the ground, and Ron, who looked a little helpless next to the debris.

He turned his head and looked at Harry with a pleading look, "I, I, I, I didn't mean to -"

Harry looked at Ron with a slightly soothing look, then turned to look at Sergei.

Sergei's expression was indescribably strange at the moment, anger mixed with some relief, and he even looked very relaxed.

"Oh, don't worry, it's just some broken porcelain pieces."

"Get well soon."

Luo Fit, who had been standing silently in the back, suddenly took action. The fragments on the ground were quickly pieced together, and the doll came back to life, but the cracks on its face had not completely disappeared.

It looked at Ron in an innocent tone, with a picturesque, black-and-white, yet dead eyes, "Don't worry, my distant guest. This is not your fault."

Ron nodded hastily, his hands and feet sweating, and returned to Harry's side.

This incident seemed like a small episode, and everyone returned to their usual relaxed and happy state, but everyone knew that things were no longer the same.

At first glance, this place is magnificent and exquisite, but at second glance, if you calm down and look carefully, you will find that every work of art here seems to have a unique soul.

There were portraits in the corridors of Hogwarts, but they were all unusually vivid and lively, while the life here seemed to have been drained away.

Ron ate absent-mindedly during the rest of the dinner, and the sight of the dolls broken into pieces all over the floor was still fresh in his mind.

But it just so happened that behind the place where they ate, there were many large dolls, which were sometimes dull and sometimes lively.

When they returned to the place where they were arranged to stay, they breathed a sigh of relief as they were the only ones there.

"Harry, this place is definitely not simple."

Cedric told Harry the legend that Paul had told him, as well as the so-called curse.

Ron became even more frightened after hearing this. He jumped onto the bed and wrapped himself in the quilt.

At this time, Lockhart was sitting on a soft chair. He looked at the huge French window, the golden curtains, and the snow outside. He couldn't help but sigh, "This is the life people should live. Is it winter all year round? It was clearly midsummer when we came here."

Lockhart struck a pose that he thought was very handsome and comfortable, but unfortunately no one paid any attention to him.

The room fell silent. "You guys are so boring. What else can you do? Just do whatever you want."

He stood up from the chair angrily, kicked Ron, who was wrapped up like a ball, aside, and lay down on the large bed.

"Thank you, Cedric, the information you provided us was very useful."

"What's the use? We are not here to expose their past, but to persuade them to cooperate with us instead of secretly joining Bai You."

Lofitt poured a bucket of cold water on him.

This makes a lot of sense, but Harry always feels uneasy. They should win these people over to their camp and unite all the forces that can be united.

However, we must first distinguish whether these people are worth winning over.

Who are our friends? Who are our enemies?

Harry decided to walk around the castle with Loffit at night -

Where was the principal of this school? A visiting professor, a very frail and sickly professor. This was the only person they had seen who could be in charge during their stay at the castle.

"Hey, Paul, what did you cheat them on today? Tell us."

The protagonist who was being questioned changed his lifeless expression to become energetic.

"These fools can't even tell the difference between truth and lies, and they almost beat Anna to pieces."

"Don't you agree, Anna? If it weren't for that guy in their team, you would have really died today."

Ivan looked at Anna, who was sitting on the sofa, with worried eyes. Her face was truly pale at this moment.

Anna muttered, "I just wanted to tease them. What's so delicious about that little kid? If I eat it, it won't be enough to fill my teeth, and it will ruin the professor's plan."

Her fair skin was covered with cracks, making her look extremely scary.

"But speaking of which, Ivan, how strong are they? Do they feel the little gift we gave them?"

"It seems that their strength is not very good." Ivan lied with his eyes open.

How could he say that he was incompetent in front of his goddess?

Anna felt relieved and looked at Paul, who was silent and gloomy, with some admiration.

"How are you feeling today, honey?"

"Thank you for your concern."

Paul responded indifferently, obviously thinking about something. Was there anything wrong with his appearance today? Was there anything wrong with what he said?

Ivan looked at Paul unkindly.

This guy, I don’t even know what he is pretending to be.

What happened here, at least for now, Harry and his companions were unaware. They were staring at the ceiling, waiting for the night to fall.

The night is the best protective barrier, no matter for which party.

Our round-cake professor, Sergei, was now touching the few sparse hairs on his head and looking at the letters on the desk, on which stood a fiery red phoenix.

If Harry had seen this he would have screamed - Fawkes!