Harry Potter and the Rebirth

He came closer and said in a tone that was full of hope, "What do you think Harry would think if I told him all this?"

Dumbledore was very calm. Harry was the first person to know that Tom was with him. Although for some reason he had not connected the two together, he believed that Harry already had a vague guess in his heart.

Loffitt squinted his eyes, almost nose to nose with Dumbledore, trying to capture the fear and uneasiness in his eyes, but he was unexpectedly hurt by the indulgence in his eyes.

He kicked the pillar angrily and then left. Neither of these two guys, the big fox and the little fox, were easy to mess with.

Forget it, I'll go to the attic again. I wonder how the progress is going?

Voldemort

Tom——

Our principal was jumping up and down, and Sergei, who was standing by, had to persuade him to calm down after much persuasion.

"I must catch that traitor and make him pay!"

"What do you want to do with him? Or what can you do with him?"

The principal was silent. He touched his increasingly sparse beard and Sergei's shiny head, and suddenly felt genuinely happy.

"What do you think would happen if I sent these students to Hogwarts?"

"Are you crazy? Dumbledore doesn't know, but don't you and I understand? They are hungry for living people. If one of their students is eaten, your head will be gone in the next moment."

"But we can't protect them with our abilities alone."

"What should we do then?" Sergei was also very anxious.

The headmaster gritted his teeth and said, "If it doesn't work, move the school there as well. I believe Dumbledore will not reject such a force."

Sergei was silent for a while, then raised his head and asked, "Do you choose Dumbledore?"

"What else? After all, we are still of the same species. Muggles are too weak, and I think the other guy is not easy to get along with. What normal person can do such a heartless thing to turn a child into an Obscurus to work for him?"

Sergei was silent, he knew what the principal said was right.

Then he asked again, "Do we really have to leave here? Or we can go to a more secluded place and preserve our manpower. This way, even if the Hogwarts area is breached, we can still be considered the last spark of human civilization."

"Don't be so delusional. Among us, how many people are loyal to Kodosdoriz? Is it you or me?"

Sergei put on a fake smile. Yes, everyone has their own ideas. While they still have some conscience, they should send these poor kids to a safe place.

The conversation in the office ended, Sergei left, and the principal looked at the portrait on the wall with boredom. The two figures were still entangled there, exactly the same as in many portraits in the castle.

But then, his eyes lit up. The postures of the two figures changed slightly. They turned hostility into friendship and were actually shaking hands?

The castle returned to its normal vitality, and most of the people recovered. Although they had a few indelible cracks on their bodies, they survived.

Their defenses were too weak. Once they were found, they would be almost completely destroyed. This was why the principal insisted.

Paul was very angry. As one of the professors of the school, his suggestion did not attract any attention from the headmaster. This guy with a confused mind insisted on signing a contract with Dumbledore.

When he saw these guys now, he wanted to tear them apart to pieces so that he could return to a normal life.

When hearing that the entire school would be relocating to the space surrounding Hogwarts, Paul laughed, alarming his students.

"Professor, how are you?"

"Nothing, let's continue with the class."

Harry was wandering around the castle, Ron and Cedric were sleeping in the common room, and Lockhart was gone to who knows where again. He ran to the roof again, claiming that the higher he stood, the farther he could see, and he wanted to take a look at the beautiful scenery around him.

The students around him glared at him. If it weren't for the school's requirement, they would have rushed up and vowed to teach these guys a lesson.

Even though the disaster they suffered might have nothing to do with Harry, they were in desperate need of an outlet to vent.

Harry's mind was not on this at all. The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. He spent most of his time every day in the seemingly silent and vast sea of ​​consciousness. What on earth had he overlooked?

Harry should have returned to their home by now, just opposite the Weasley Burrow. It shouldn't be a big deal for Dudley to have returned to his original place. He has two time bombs and a possible traveler returning home with him.

Harry leaned against the corridor with the window beside him opened a crack. The cold current from Siberia slapped his face, and the crystal snowflakes floated into the room and turned into water droplets not long after.

At this moment, two small dots suddenly appeared in the sky, and then grew bigger and bigger. They hit the glass with a bang and slid down dizzy. Harry quickly caught the two owls.

The little owls pecked Harry's hands affectionately, asked for some carrot and potato sticks, and flew away after eating their fill.

Harry opened them and found two letters, one from Ginny and the other from Hermione.

First, Hermione's letter -

She said that the final exams were over and they were all on vacation, and she was going back to the Muggle gathering place. She hoped they could meet again during the summer vacation. She also asked Harry to tell Ron that she hoped he could review well. Dumbledore left with the final exam papers, which seemed to be specially made for him and Cedric.

Harry couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. If there was anything that was the happiest thing in the world, it would be to watch others take exams while he could be the invigilator beside them.

He then asked why Dumbledore seemed to have talked to Ron about something, and then Ron's face fell and he looked as if he had lost all hope in life.

When asked, he wouldn't say anything, but would just stare at me with a look of deep resentment.

Could it be that the exam is about to begin? With the attitude of watching a show, Harry happily ran away, ignoring the people around him who were hostile to him as if they were air. This was truly a great insult.

This disrespectful act made these people feel very complicated. Many of them saw Harry as the first person when they opened their eyes. They felt that they were beaten to pieces and it was this guy who saved them.

But his attention seemed to be limited to his own little piece of land, and he had no intention of communicating more with the outside world.

As soon as he opened the door, as Harry expected, the two people were furrowing their brows and writing papers frantically. Even though they were away on business, they still remembered to take the exam. Such spirit really made Harry admire him. He moved a stool, sat on it carelessly, and said in a rather annoying tone, "Dumbledore asked me to supervise you. Don't worry, I won't be too strict."

Ron raised his head, looked at Harry angrily, then shrugged resignedly. The time was about to run out, but he had not reviewed sufficiently and there were still many questions he didn't know how to answer.

Who on earth had no conscience at all and invented examinations, this inhumane thing?

Ron expressed deep contempt for this, believing it to be an inhumane invention.

It seemed that only at times like this would he miss that figure less, the father whom he had met briefly in a different time and space, and the only chance to go back that might have slipped away from him.

He wasn't sure if he could really bear the choice he made subconsciously, but he could only try his best to convince himself.

Lofitt came to the attic again. This time the space had changed a lot, or rather, the entire castle began to wake up.

He sat on the floor, looking at the vague figure emerging in front of him. He seemed to be cursing and denouncing Lofitt for leaving without saying goodbye. The figure turned into a light spot and gradually changed into an ice wall, or to be more precise, the ice layer that suddenly rose from Antarctica.

This macroscopic scene stretches for thousands of kilometers on the map, and seems to form a continental ladder, like plains and mountains, mountains and plateaus.

The map slowly unfolds, and another side of the world appears before our eyes for the first time, quietly.

Luofitt waited here and waited until it was almost dark, but the picture did not change at all.

It seemed that it would not work today. He knew it might take some time, so he could only tell Dumbledore to continue waiting.

Dumbledore readily agreed, turned around and found the headmaster, put his arm on his shoulder, acted like a good brother, and discussed the follow-up work of the school in great detail and seriousness.

How many professors are needed to meet them, and do the parents of these children agree? How many wizards are there in this land? Are they willing to come to the space above Britain together?

This was undoubtedly a very close connection, and it seemed to take a very long time. The first three weeks of summer vacation were spent on it, when there was no purpose at all and when the students in the school began to take this group of guys seriously.

Obviously, they are more pleasant to get along with.

Ron seemed to be the one being the center of attention. Even though his carelessly written papers were marked as such by the dear Professor Lockhart, and Ron tried his best to stop them, he still had to watch Harry and Lockhart conspire to send his transcript full of Cs and Bs to the Burrow.

It is hard to imagine how angry Ms. Molly would be when she saw this list. Anyway, she was not in sight, and Ron was sure that when he returned to the Burrow, his mother would have calmed down. But Mr. Arthur Weasley, he and Ron would meet soon.

Then the two of them took the report card handed over by Dumbledore and had a good talk. The ending was Ron's red and swollen butt, and the angry evil spirit that almost destroyed the world.

Gradually the castle changed.

The students were surprised to find that the dolls they had become seemed to gradually soften, gradually growing human flesh and blood, and when the heart began to beat inside the empty shell, everything underwent a qualitative change.

They looked at this group of people with admiration, especially their leader Dumbledore, as if they were their savior.

And the one who actually accomplished this thing, Lofitt, kept his credit and fame to himself.

Paul smiled rarely. He began to miss Ivan and Anna who disappeared in the battle. If the guy who took them away knew, he would regret it so much.

That day, Loffitt invited Harry to the attic, and Dumbledore wanted to go with him to witness it with his own eyes, but was sternly rejected by him.

"What do you want from me?"

Harry now firmly believed that someone who showed kindness for no reason was either a traitor or a thief. Therefore, Loffitt's playful and slightly flattering expression made him even more alert, and he always felt that this guy had bad intentions.

But he was very curious about the secret of the castle, and it seemed that only this old dragon who had lived for a thousand years knew this secret. In the end, curiosity overcame vigilance.

Although he knew there seemed to be a trap ahead, Harry still rushed forward with his nose pinched and his eyes closed.

So cold.

This was Harry's first feeling when he arrived here. This place seemed like the North Pole, and it was as if he had been stuffed into a refrigerated refrigerator. He hurriedly cast a warming spell on himself, and saw Loffitt walk up to a small ball and gently place his hand on it.

Then the space began to darken, and Harry could not see anything. He held his wand vigilantly. If Lofitt wanted to attack him by surprise, he did not believe it at all. He was afraid that he would suddenly perform some mischievous spell, causing him to grow a pig's tail or spit out slugs, which would be unpleasant.

"Where are you? Stop playing tricks like that."

"Hey hey," the voice was very happy, "today it's finally done, I'll take you to see it."

"Why all black? Why doesn't the silver glitter work here?"

"To be precise, you are inside a solid. Light cannot propagate here."

Looking at the dim, firefly-like light, Harry knew that Loffitt was right.

"Then hurry up."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, different colors began to emanate from the surroundings, large or small, just like the pixels on a TV; the smaller the pixel block, the more precise the picture.

Harry obviously felt this way now, but he was stunned. The scene that appeared around him was very familiar to him.

To be precise, it was the world that man threw him into, and it was also the world where another Harry was separated. There he met Jerlan, who had ulterior motives towards him, and Hermann, who seemed to have a very high status.

And the countless beads transformed from humans.

Two figures gradually came closer, and he seemed to be really there. He followed them all the way to the outskirts of Hogwarts Castle.

After the two children were examined, they ran in happily. It seemed that some important selection activity was going on here. Everyone's face was either excited or nervous, and they looked at the three children sitting at the top with slightly envy.

Harry's pupils shrank sharply, these faces were so familiar to him, a replica of Harry, a replica of Zhou Fu, and Dali, who was timid, with eyes as big as green beans, a pool of fat on his body, and who didn't dare to look down.

This is so interesting——