Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Huh, this guy is quite sensitive." The man withdrew his gaze, looked at the iron bird flying in the sky, and fell silent again.

Angel's stay or departure did not cause much stir in Hogwarts. After Harry sent him away, he stayed in the Slytherin dormitory.

The dormitory was particularly lively, different from the usual bustle. A school year full of twists and turns and hardships had finally come to an end. They excitedly packed their luggage and wanted to see the new world their parents had talked about.

All the wizards gathered there, and the banks, hospitals, and shops were bustling with activity.

Draco was obviously in a good mood, and Nott sat next to him, and the two of them were particularly close.

Pansy packed her luggage and came down the stairs. Seeing this scene, she curled her lips and felt a little unhappy. Although they were all boys, she was uncomfortable with them being too close.

The absence of a few students at Hogwarts did not seem to have any particular impact. Those who were supposed to attend classes attended classes, and those who were supposed to take exams took exams. They had already packed their luggage and were waiting to have their last dinner in the auditorium. Professors and their parents would be waiting at the entrance.

Lucius also came, and Narcissa held his arm tightly. Both of them were dressed exquisitely, and they just nodded slightly in response to the greetings from everyone along the way. They were aloof yet friendly. They even smiled at some Muggle parents who were new to the school and seemed a little nervous, which was in line with their image in Dumbledore's camp.

Old Nott came over with a stern face. He glared at Lucius fiercely from behind, then took a deep breath, put on a smiling face, and kept staring at Narcissa, obviously having something to say to Lucius.

Lucius patted Narcissa's arm, and she nodded and stood alone at the edge of the entrance. There, Professor Snape was in charge of organizing the parents. He was obviously not very comfortable with this job, but he could not say no to Professor McGonagall's arrangement, so he had to go ahead.

"I heard that you seem to have a channel there."

Old Nott is here. A barrier was attached around the two of them to prevent the sound inside from being eavesdropped, but as long as they were not close, people outside would not be able to detect it.

Lucius understood, but he played dumb.

"What are you talking about? I don't quite understand."

Old Nott was anxious. He had thought that the group of fools under the Dark Lord were reliable, but he did not expect that they would be caught by Dumbledore before even a single round had passed. Little Crouch was the best example. He went to negotiate with the goblins, but none of the goblins paid any attention to him.

He finally found a group of Muggles who looked useful. In order to establish his own prestige and show his ability, he boasted that he had a way to turn them from ordinary, powerless people into great wizards.

Old Nott was dazzled by the Muggles' sweet words and flattery and agreed without thinking. After he came to his senses, he found that he was in big trouble. He took the rumors he heard from others and made them seem like a sure thing in front of this group of guys. So many people knew about it that he couldn't even cast the Confusion Charm.

But Lucius is different. He joined Dumbledore's camp very early and is now doing very well. As for that red-haired idiot Weasley, he didn't stay with Dumbledore for long either. Some people said that he was sent to some remote place.

Old Nott showed a painful expression and took out a small stretch bag from his sleeve with a slight hole in it. Lucius' pupils shrank sharply and for a moment he couldn't help but feel his heart beat.

He did not suppress his desire and took the stretch bag with a smile. Old Nott was very surprised, but his face immediately drooped after he saw him leave, and he said viciously, "You are a fence-sitter!"

The students were enjoying the last dinner of the school year, and they were even happier when they learned that their parents were not far away.

Dumbledore rarely came to preside over the meeting. Professor McGonagall sat in Dumbledore's original seat. The professors seemed to be in a very happy mood. They finally had time to complete their tasks instead of dealing with these little rascals.

The entire college was still decorated in green. Although Professor Snape deducted many points, he later added green to his own college for various reasons.

Including Malfoy said good things when he saw the professor, and he got 5 points for respecting the professor, and Nott helped the teacher mark the papers and shared the teacher's work, and he got points.

The Weasley twins suddenly frightened the teacher and were deducted 5 points. Even Hermione did not escape. This group of people who used to surround Harry received special care from Snape.

Snape deducted 5 points from Hermione because she was carrying too many books, which were even taller than her and blocked the passage in the corridor.

In this way, Slytherin attacked the other three colleges fiercely. Although the reasons were very abstract, everyone dared to be angry but not to speak out.

So Professor McGonagall took action.

It was obvious that Snape was not at the dinner table. Instead, he was doing the job he was most reluctant to do. It was the reward for these actions that made everyone feel relieved.

Pomona Sprout covered her mouth and giggled at the dinner table. She was devoted to herbs and was very amiable, but she couldn't say much good things about her colleague who was a mark-deducting maniac.

However, Snape's actions also indirectly diverted everyone's attention. The gathered anger and drifting vision also made them ignore the few students who had been missing recently, the spheres that appeared and disappeared out of thin air in the sky, and the disappearance of Dumbledore.

Hermione's luggage was packed very thickly. She obtained Professor McGonagall's application and borrowed 78 books from the school library. She completed a small part of her own plan despite Madam Pince's unhappy gaze.

All these books were carefully selected by her, and Professor McGonagall agreed to her unreasonable request out of guilt.

After all, who could resist seeing her favorite student looking at her pitifully on the hospital bed, and her only request was that she continue to study hard during the holidays.

Although this is something we are learning, there may be no precedent before.

As a patient who suddenly fainted, although Hermione did not attract Snape's sympathy and leniency, her roommates started to treat her more friendly, especially one of the girls who had been clinging to her so much that she was a little annoyed.

Ginny walked into the Great Hall. She was busy packing her luggage and writing a letter to Harry, so she arrived a little late.

Seeing that there was an empty seat at Hermione's place, she stepped in decisively, pushing Percy away.

The girl next to Hermione glared at him fiercely, and Ginny felt confused.

"Are you feeling better now?" Ginny was still a little scared. The look on Hermione's face when she was ill was still vivid in her mind.

"Sorry for making you worry." Hermione was very well behaved at this moment. The note she got from the Room of Requirement was still in her pocket. She could feel the pain every moment, but she was used to enduring it.

If Harry and Hermione's consciousness were still connected, they would be surprised to find that the glass wall was everywhere.

Hermione refused to complete the task. She did not accept her behavior being controlled. It seemed that this low-profile glass wall could only be used as a means of punishment.

Nothing more.

Hermione ate the strawberry cake on the plate calmly, feeling the dull pain, and leaned on Ginny's shoulder.

People always have to pay a price for knowing things they shouldn't know.

Time passed quickly, Professor McGonagall said a few words of blessing, and announced the end of this semester and the upcoming two-month long summer vacation. Everything was very normal, as if the world had not undergone any drastic changes, and it seemed that their living space had not been compressed. Everything was as usual.

When Hermione saw her parents, she couldn't hold back her tears. Her mother squatted down hurriedly, and wiped the tears from Hermione's face with her originally delicate hands which became rough.

"Baby, baby, don't cry. Mom and Dad are living well."

Actually it’s not good.

Even though they were countless times better than those Muggles who had already entered heaven, this was the wizarding world after all, and they had to endure verbal humiliation and small pranks.

It’s the same for everyone when picking up children here, but it’s different when they actually enter this world.

The wizards returned to the wizards' living space, while the little wizards born in Muggle families could only follow their parents to the world where Muggles lived.

Hermione was obviously among them.

She looked at the two roads, which undoubtedly divided this group of people into two levels.

A sense of superiority arose out of nowhere, and some harsh and sarcastic words entered her ears.

"Look at our Miss Know-It-All, it's time to go back to your place now."

Hermione couldn't argue with that.

She tightly grasped the suitcase in her hand, watching her parents become cowardly, afraid, and afraid to speak out because of the turmoil and changes during this period. They no longer have the usual middle-class elite temperament.

This was undoubtedly cutting her heart.

At this time, Lucius came, followed by the reluctant Draco and Narcissa, who was smiling and looked very friendly.

"Miss Hermione, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard your name mentioned by many people. It's amazing that you were able to found such a powerful organization at such a young age."

Hermione was a little overwhelmed by Lucius' compliment. At this fork in the road, everything seemed so eye-catching.

Hermione's parents pulled her behind them, protecting their child in their own way.

"Oh, don't be nervous. My Draco is not very good at studying, but I heard that your daughter is very good, so I want to invite her to our house during the holidays to tutor my brat."

Draco pointed at himself in disbelief. He! Wasn’t good enough!?

Hermione was obviously also very surprised. Although Draco was not ranked first, he was third.

Pansy watched this scene, her sharp nails digging into her flesh.

Lucius obviously had his own intentions. His target was not this ignorant little girl, but Harry Potter.

Having lived for so many years, Draco only needed to change his mindset a bit to figure out his father's purpose, but he still felt a little unhappy that he didn't discuss it with him in advance.

This is simply putting Hermione's family on the stove.

Lucius apparently didn't realize this, or simply ignored the awkward position of Hermione's house.

Hermione agreed in a daze. She now had a sharp pain in her head and a force was transforming her body all the time.

When I returned to where I was originally staying, the neighbors who used to take care of each other began to close their doors, and some strangers approached me with utilitarian and curious looks.

This feeling is obviously not pleasant.

Hermione's summer vacation began like this, and the letter she wrote flew to the distant East via an owl, and it was unknown when it would arrive.

When Hermione fell asleep, the pain eased a little, and we came to her spiritual sea of ​​consciousness. Unlike Harry's which was full of profound runes, this place was filled with books, and the glass wall did not feel out of place here.

There were a few words faintly jumping on it.

Kill Harry Potter -

At the same time, Bai You, who had a tantrum, came to his personal residence. Cowen followed him closely. Dali had already left. He said he was going for a walk. Who knows if he went to Harry's place again.

A whiteboard and a crystal clear feather pen appeared out of thin air, and Bai You tilted his head.

What should I write next?

"Kill Harry Potter" appeared on the whiteboard, and another line of big words appeared below.

"Kill Dumbledore—"

"Hehe," he was obviously very proud of his masterpiece. The little gift he buried in Hogwarts was finally received by someone. As for who the unlucky guy was, he didn't care.

I cleared the obstacles for my master in advance, and I don't know how much I will be valued in the future.

For an ordinary person, the toy that Bai You made casually would cause great harm.

Kodos Dorez.

The negotiations between the two parties have been completed. In order to show their sincerity, they are now helping the people from the college to repair the students here.

Ron raised his wand with lingering fear. He looked at the tall and long nesting doll in front of him, afraid that it would open its bloody mouth again and suffocate him.

Harry's arm stopped waving magic, wondering why? He always felt that something was wrong recently, and he was spinning around in the place that had become an ocean in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He thought of many possibilities. Could it be that the guy who suddenly appeared in his mind was behind this? He looked like a human but not a human, like a ghost but not a ghost, with a small size, and he spoke all kinds of nonsense shamelessly.

Maybe, maybe it was the real Voldemort who had returned? That was why he felt so much pain?

Harry remembered the small bag given by Lockhart, which actually contained Nagini. He could even faintly sense the breath of the Horcrux, and decisively burned him to death with Fiendfyre.

He gave the remaining residue to Dumbledore, who did not say much but told him to be careful recently and not to be taken advantage of by the poisonous snake lurking in the dark.

Strange - how could that be?

Dumbledore had doubts in his mind, so he came to a remote place and called out "Tom" to his shadow.

Then, before he could be disfigured, a miniature version of Voldemort appeared before his eyes.

After hearing Tom's explanation, Dumbledore stroked his long beard and whispered something. Then Tom disappeared into the shadows.

Luo Feit walked out from behind a stone pillar with his arms folded.

"Hey, guess what I saw?"

Dumbledore's right eyelid twitched. This guy's strength had recovered a lot.