Harry Potter and the Rebirth

It must be said that these guys are all very good-looking, Ron muttered. This is consistent with his impression of the Mao Xiong family in his previous life. Walking here is like breaking into a gathering place for models.

There is a handsome guy every three steps and a beautiful girl every five steps.

But I really can’t understand their language. In such a big school, there must be some people who can speak English.

Where to go first? Who might let down their guard? Or reveal some useful information?

From another perspective, what kind of person would come here deliberately to ask questions for ulterior motives?

Forget it, Ron decided not to embarrass himself. Since he was here, he might as well have a good look around. Harry was there to protect him anyway.

The chirping of birds around him broke into his ears, but he really didn't understand anything. He could only guess what they meant by looking at their expressions and movements.

Some of them were arguing, spitting and threatening, while others were leaning against the window with a book in their arms, letting the sun shine on their angular faces. Ron, who was passing by, could see the fine hairs on his face.

So good at pretending——

He complained in Chinese, and although he spoke quietly, the people around him still heard it.

But do they know what I mean? Ron looked at the increasingly fierce eyes around him and felt a little timid.

A group of tall boys gradually pushed him into a corner, with a doll standing next to him.

At this moment, Ron felt himself leaning against someone's body and his hand was touched again.

He immediately felt at ease again, took a few steps forward, raised his chin and looked at them, his momentum not losing at all.

"Do you speak Chinese?"

A skinny boy with a very bad accent came out, holding Ron's hand tightly, tears in his eyes.

The black hair, the slightly yellow skin, and the authentic taste of Northeastern corn grits almost brought tears to Ron's eyes.

"I, I know a little bit."

"Oh my god, brother, this is not easy." He pinched Ron's wrist with his skeleton-like slender fingers and wanted to get closer, but then he seemed to realize something was wrong and looked around.

"Do you feel that there is someone standing around us?"

Ron broke out in a cold sweat.

"What are you talking about? Aren't there people all around us?"

"Dude, your Chinese is so fluent."

Ron grinned, neither denying nor confirming.

Then the boy started talking to a group of big guys in Russian. What did they say? Ron didn't understand, but the result was obviously good.

Their expressions relaxed, and the boy took Ron outside to the snow, where there were few people around.

There were a few couples walking not far away, so it was a good place to have a conversation.

In an open space not far away, a footprint appeared and disappeared, disappeared and appeared again. Harry was busy sweating profusely. This place was really a uncomfortable place to stay.

"Your Chinese is so authentic, is one of your parents from there? Or did you live there when you were a child?"

"I, I--" Ron stammered. Even though Harry already knew the truth, it was difficult for him to say such words.

“I lived there for a while before.”

"Oh~ What did I say?"

"Then how did you get here? This is quite far from your country."

"Hey, don't mention it." The boy put his arm on Ron's shoulder very familiarly, acting like a good friend, and then began to complain.

"My parents are both Chinese. They originally went abroad to study at Moscow State University. Later, something happened and they couldn't go back or stay, so they had to go west and eventually settled in an unfamiliar town."

Ron nodded. That made sense.

"You look familiar to me, as if we have met before a long time ago."

Ron squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully for a moment. How should I put it? This face was very familiar, but also very strange.

"So where do you want to go in the future? Continue to live here, or return to your hometown to take a look?"

"For me, I want to take my parents back to my hometown."

"That's great."

“But now I don’t know if there is any chance.”

Ron sighed, as if that was true. Times have changed, and everything has changed too fast.

"I'm telling you, I feel you look very kind to me when I see you, and I can't help but get close to you."

This boy spoke his mind, which caught Ron off guard. Ah, this, this, is this really true? He didn't know much about the social environment of this country. Was the tolerance so high during this period?

"Will your parents accept it?"

The boy's face was puzzled at first, then turned red, and finally he glared at Ron fiercely and said angrily.

"That's not what I meant. How can I put it? I feel like you're my son."

Damn it——

Originally, he looked kind and wanted to be friends with him, but he didn't expect that he actually wanted to treat him as his son. This was really a situation that his uncle could not tolerate. Ron left angrily. Even though he might be one of the few people in the school who could understand what he was saying, he still couldn't tolerate it.

"Hear me carefully, my name is Du Heze——"

"What degree?" Ron didn't hear clearly, but he didn't want to know the man's name. He didn't want to find himself a weird "father".

Harry's mouth was always curled up, he felt that there seemed to be some unclear connection between Ron and this person, which was extremely mysterious.

It seems I have to pay attention to him in the future.

Because Ron ran too fast, Harry didn't have time to catch up with him. The boy kept looking at his back with a confused look on his face, and these footprints that appeared out of nowhere had to be cleaned up.

Without knowing it, Ron lost the biggest support that got him out.

But he still acted recklessly, relying on the fact that there was no one around and not many people could hear what he said, and kept chattering to Harry, "Look at him, is he speaking human language?"

"Harry, Harry, why are you silent? Do you think someone is eavesdropping?"

"Okay, I won't say anything then. It's better to be safe."

He returned to the castle, and the temperature in the room wrapped around his cold hands and feet, and his body quickly warmed up.

He began to miss Hermione who was thousands of miles away. What was she doing at the moment? Did she miss him and Harry?

Hermione, who was being scolded, sneezed loudly and almost wet her current test paper. She was particularly conspicuous in the silent room. Snape, who was patrolling in the room, looked over. Hermione quickly lowered her head and wrote furiously on the parchment paper in her hand.

I have memorized this question before. The answer to this question appears in the lower left corner of page 89 of the textbook. The teacher talked about this question during the second break of the third week. I found this question in a book in the first row and second column in the library...

At this moment, Hermione's brain was working frantically, like a sophisticated camera, calling up all the past scenes related to learning, and then making precise comparisons before writing carefully.

Professor McGonagall, another invigilator, came over, looked at Hermione's handwriting, and couldn't help but nodded in admiration.

It seems like I’m sure to be the top student in the grade this time.

Snape walked around and took a look at Hermione, then looked at Malfoy, who was a pretty good Slytherin. No one knew what this kid was thinking at the moment as he used a quill to write his thoughts.

"cough cough"

Snape walked around and kicked his stool lightly. Draco woke up instantly, then met Snape's gloomy eyes and immediately lowered his head.

I was distracted in the exam room and was caught by the professor. If I tell my father about it, it would be a really ugly scene.

The reason why Draco was distracted was that diagonally in front of him was a usually taciturn boy from Slytherin, and he had been paying attention to this guy for a long time.

He suspected that he was the most hidden time traveler, but he could not find any evidence, and his sixth sense made him anxious.

There's something wrong with this guy, but there's no evidence to prove it.

"cough cough"

Snape looked at Malfoy with a warning look.

Draco focused his mind on the exam. He couldn't get a perfect score, but he could barely get an A.

Snape licked his back teeth with his tongue, his cheeks puffed out, and then came to the person Draco had been staring at.

This boy was from Slytherin, but Snape did not have a very deep impression of him. He was one of those people whose status was not particularly top-notch, but not low either. His grades were not very good, but not bad either. They were very average and mediocre. He did not have any outstanding qualities among the crowd.

Oh, that's not right. This guy's handwriting is very beautiful. I should have remembered it. But why does he like to put a dot on the back every time he finishes writing? He is so careless.

But this is a personal writing habit. Snape went over this matter in his mind and then left.

Next up was the practical test, and he needed to prepare the crucible and the magical materials needed to brew the potion.

The bell rang and the exam was over.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Even in this situation, her pride still would not allow her to get a bad grade in the exam. She would either not take the exam or get the best grade.

Next is the brewing of the potion.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and everyone's papers floated up from the table, came to her side, and then automatically stacked themselves into a thick pile.

A feather pen covered with red ink automatically jumped out, jumped into the ocean of test papers, and began to judge the right and wrong of some simple questions.

The hearts of the few little wizards standing nearby sank. Nothing could be more frightening than having the teacher grading the papers right in front of you right after the exam.

"Come on, stand still. I'll give you the materials. Cheating is not allowed. If I catch you, I believe you don't want to know what will happen to you, right?"

Snape glanced around the room with a slightly threatening look. He wanted to see how the teaching assistant was doing in the days when he was not teaching.

Several young wizards lowered their heads guiltily. It was true that they had worked very hard during the recent period of upheaval, but it also depended on personal talent.

The hot steam from the ointment floated on the ceiling, making the already crowded room even hotter.

Although they don't understand, what is the point of doing this? Holding various competitions and periodic tests, what is the point of this world that seems to be collapsing?

No one jumped out to blame all this. They were all trying their best to maintain the status quo, as if this could ignore the upheavals outside and the changes in the surrounding environment.

Even their Hogwarts was torn to pieces. The major powers in the world huddled together for warmth, but the professors still wanted to let them study in peace in such an environment.

At all times, students and education are like the flame of hope. As long as it is still burning, it proves that the belief and inheritance have not been broken.

"Sister, sister, how do you feel about the exam?" Ginny came out of the examination room and saw Hermione in the crowd. Finally, she said goodbye to her friends, dived into the crowd, and pushed away the people in front of her.

"What are you pushing? What are you pushing?" Malfoy was very angry. After the exam, that guy slipped away like a loach and no one knew where he went.

"Who dares to push me?" Malfoy straightened his collar, and then saw a head of red hair. He bit his molars and uttered a few words from between his teeth, "It's this group of red-haired Weasleys again--"

"Weasley? What Weasley?" Pansy looked at her beloved boy admiringly. Professor Snape had just stood beside his desk for a long time.

"Nothing, let's go." Draco gave up his conquest of Ginny. He had not forgotten this girl, who would have become Harry's wife if things had gone as planned.

"Is it okay? But I forgot the answer to one question. I'm not sure whether to choose A or C?" Hermione grabbed her fluffy hair, frowned and began to recall, "Oops, I chose the wrong one. I wouldn't have changed it if I had known."

"What about a and c?"

"Lavender, wormwood and water, this is the configuration of the dreamless sleeping potion. I actually chose that damn narcissus root powder. I got mixed up with the water of life and death! How could he test something that I learned in the first semester? Who set this question?"

Looking at Hermione pulling her hair angrily, Ginny smiled bitterly.

"Oh, excuse me, Ginny. Let's go to the Great Hall to eat first. We have an exam this afternoon. After dinner, take some time to rest."

"it is good--"

Ginny was actually a little worried because a few days ago, Hermione suddenly felt something was not right, but on the surface she looked the same as usual and was still struggling with the answers to her exams.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that perhaps she was just too sensitive.

Today's meal was very sumptuous. The house-elves did their best to prepare a feast for the students with empty brains. One of the desserts was as thin as paper and sprinkled with various powdered sugars.

"Come and try this. It's so thin, but there's something inside. It's delicious."

Ginny held the dessert up to Hermione's mouth.

When Hermione saw the paper-like dessert, she couldn't help but feel her stomach rising. She covered her mouth and hurried out of the hall.

Ginny, feeling a little hurt but still very worried, ran after her.

"What is our little sister doing? Why is she always around Miss Know-It-All lately?"

"Who knows?"