Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"What do you think?"

Harry approached from behind, carefully approaching Lockhart, without looking back.

"professor?"

Still without looking back, he concentrated on counting the shells at his feet.

"you--"

Harry came to the front of Lockhart, half-knelt and looked at him.

He was choked by Lockhart's innocent look.

Is he acting to trick me into letting him go? Or is he trying to avoid my questioning by pretending to be a fool?

Although Harry's mind was full of questions, facing such a person, it seemed that he could not use any means. It could be said that if Lockhart was pretending to be stupid, then he had accurately poked Harry's ribs.

"You finally came."

"What's finally here?"

"You're the first thing I've seen here that looks like me. Everything here is so strange. What's that big and blue thing?"

Lockhart pointed into the distance.

"The sea?" Harry answered uncertainly. Has this guy forgotten even basic common sense?

"Yes, that's the name I remember. This little white thing should be the legendary shell."

"What state are you in now?"

"I don't know, but I'm not very happy when I see you. I think there must be a grudge between us."

Lockhart turned his back, choosing not to answer any of Harry's next questions.

If Harry wanted, he could choose Legilimency, but he knew that the consequence of doing so would be that Lockhart would become a fool forever.

No, idiot?

"Does your head hurt?" Harry asked cautiously and tentatively.

The swaying figure suddenly paused for a moment, which meant that Lockhart did have a headache.

Someone had cast a spell on him before I came here. How could anyone come in and out of my place so freely? And without anyone noticing, I couldn't detect it.

This is already a very obvious question, and there is only one accurate answer - that man.

He could sneak into my mind without me noticing, and I didn't even notice it. If it weren't for what happened today, I would never notice it.

Harry's face was gloomy, he thought this guy had left long ago. The moment the whirlpool in the center of the sea disappeared, he felt relieved, but he didn't expect that this only freed him from the shackles that allowed him to wander around here freely.

Forget it, Harry thought for a long time, and it seemed that there was no way to deal with him, so he would talk about it later.

Then this guy——

Lockhart was still happily counting shells on the beach, with a sincere and joyful smile on his face and his white teeth sparkling. He had never been so focused on doing something that made him happy.

"Harry - Harry -"

A sound as thin as a mosquito gradually spread in the empty room.

Harry pulled his consciousness out of his mind and returned to reality. It was still dark outside, and the bright moonlight shone through the white curtains onto the ground, creating a layer of hazy silver light.

The first thing Harry noticed when he opened his eyes was the red-haired head that was bobbing back and forth.

"Oh! Harry, you're finally awake."

Ron screamed, it was so hard to see his little friend.

He was woken up by Zhou Fu in the middle of the night. He didn't know when she changed into a white dress. She was standing leisurely in front of the bed, with her long hair draped around her waist. At first glance, she looked like a white-haired female ghost, which was really scary. Who knew that the next moment, the information he brought made him impatiently put on his clothes and rush straight to where Harry was resting.

"Are you feeling better now? Zhou Fu told me that you woke up. You really scared me." Ron kept talking about the fear and anxiety that had accumulated in his heart. All this happened too suddenly and too magically.

"Of course I'm fine, don't worry too much. By the way, why did you think of coming to see me tonight? Are you suffering from insomnia?"

"I was woken up by that guy Zhou Fu. You have no idea how scary she looks in this outfit."

Harry thought back to the Hanfu costume Zhou Fu was wearing when he first saw her, and the white dress Ron described. She had actually changed into a new set of clothes in such a short time, just to give Ron a deep and "beautiful" memory.

This is true, Harry was speechless.

"Can I sleep in the same bed with you?" Ron showed an eager expression, obviously not willing to let Harry refuse. After Harry agreed, he decisively got on the bed, crawled into the thin quilt together, took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, Harry, good night. We'll talk about everything tomorrow."

The next second after he said this, Ron turned over and fell asleep. Without any pause, Harry heard his thunderous snoring.

Close your ears and listen——

Harry had no choice but to cast a spell on his ears. He had no idea when Ron's snoring became so loud.

The yellow talisman that Harry placed on his chest glowed faintly while the two of them were sleeping, and the soul in Harry's body was drawn out. Thinking it was a dream, he slowly walked down from the bed, walked through the door and came to the courtyard.

The courtyard was as clear as a pool of water, with algae and water chestnuts crisscrossing in the water, which were probably the shadows of the bamboo and cypress trees.

This was undoubtedly an extremely beautiful picture. Harry thought it was a dream. When his fingers passed through the bamboo forest and he heard the cicadas still chirping tirelessly, he just felt very comfortable and did not realize that his soul had actually left his body.

Suddenly he felt an extremely strong gravitational force, and the surrounding images began to squeeze and deform rapidly, turning into long strips. Ali only felt dizzy, nauseous, and had an extremely strong sense of weightlessness.

Then he came to the edge of a cliff. The moon was big and bright, hanging in the sky. On the cliff stood an old man wearing a black Taoist robe, with a sage look and a white beard. He fit the image of a hermit in oriental classical novels very well.

“You’re here—”

As if he had expected this, the old man stroked his beard and turned his head in a thoughtful manner, but he didn't expect that he saw nothing.

The hand on his beard trembled unconsciously twice, and two white hairs fell off. He showed a painful expression, it was not easy to keep such a hair.

That shouldn't be the case. He clearly felt that this little guy from a foreign country was nearby.

"Are you looking for me, sir?"

There was no one around, but children could be heard talking. The old man pretended to be calm, but his disordered breathing revealed his inner anxiety at the moment.

"Since you're here, why don't you show up?"

Harry also felt strange. How could there be such a realistic picture experience in his dream? Could this old man with a white beard be himself? A reflection of Dumbledore's image in his mind?

Zhou Fu was wearing a white dress and hiding in the woods nearby. She was very happy watching the scene in front of her.

Let this old man bully me, I deserve it——

"Okay, little bastard, I knew it was you who did it, send him back to his original body, or he won't be able to return after a while."

The old man quickly caught Zhou Fu the moment she showed her true colors because of her excessive excitement.

Zhou Fu's ear was twisted 180 degrees clockwise. She screamed, but the old man didn't show any sympathy. Instead, he said viciously, "I haven't seen you for many years, little one. You've become even more naughty."

"How did you find me? I was so far away."

"You still want to escape from my grasp?"

"Put him back quickly." The old man finally understood why he could only hear the voice but not see the person.

"He left a long time ago. If you hadn't insisted on leading him here, he would have returned to his body in ten minutes and would have treated all this as a great dream."

Zhou Fu said gloomily, "Master, you didn't miss me after not seeing me for so long. In just a few days, you went from welcoming me to killing me. You are heartless and cruel."

The old man seemed to have been hit in the sore spot and coughed unconsciously a few times, "I'm doing this for your own good."

Then he left in a hurry, leaving behind a message, "When the little guy wakes up tomorrow, bring him to my place."

Harry's soul returned to his body almost instantly. Unlike the previous times when he felt no strangeness at all, this time he felt particularly uncomfortable.

Ron, who was sleeping beside him, was awakened. "Harry, Harry, why are you so pale?"

There was another round of chaos. Zhou Fu was picked up early the next morning and severely criticized. This time it was his father Li Changsheng who criticized him.

"Ms. Zhou will definitely stand up for me!"

"Come on, your mother is busy at Mount Wutai, having a friendly conversation with those bald Buddhists, so don't bother her for now."

"Friendly exchange?"

"Ahem, we even had a short martial arts exchange in the middle. Anyway, stop playing pranks!"

Li Changsheng repeated his instructions again and again, while Dumbledore stood aside and watched with a smile. He was now more reassured about this little girl Zhou Fu. If a person has the bond of love, then he will not be a bad person no matter what.

Dumbledore firmly believed in this. For him in this world, even though he had never had complete and deep love, he always believed in love.

Li Changsheng's expression eased a little. Harry and Ron appeared at the gate in the distance and then slowly approached.

"Principal," Harry looked at Murru with a hint of heartache and worry in his eyes.

"Harry, how are you feeling after recovering? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

"I feel fine, Headmaster."

"This is Harry Potter, right?" The big man with a shaved head in front of him pretended to be kind and looked at Harry with a smile.

Harry greeted him reluctantly, but he always felt that the style of the painting was a bit strange. He always felt that the big man should have a tattoo of a blue dragon on his neck, a big gold chain around his neck, a cigar in his mouth, leather boots on his feet, and a baseball bat, acting as a boss on the street.

Li Changsheng saw what Harry was thinking from his eyes and smiled falsely. This little guy is really -

I don't know what to say about him.

Zhou Fu laughed loudly. At this time, Cedric and Luo Fit also came over after hearing the noise. Luo Fit stopped ten meters away from the etiquette hall. He glared at Li Changsheng fiercely, and then looked at the old man with a sage-like look. His nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes.

"Why do I keep running into you everywhere? You're such a haunting person."

"You are an old monster who has lived for a thousand years. What qualifications do you have to say this?"

"How can you be any better than me? After several lifetimes, you still look like this."

The two seemingly very steady men exchanged sharp words, and then spoke sweet words in a friendly manner for a while. It seemed that only Dumbledore could interrupt in this verbal battlefield.

Then he was scolded harshly by the two people.

Dumbledore suddenly felt a toothache. He wondered if it was because he left in a hurry and forgot to bring the tooth-healthy potion that Professor McGonagall had given him. Why were these old guys still arguing?

Zhou Fu seemed to have gotten used to it and looked indifferent.

Ron looked at everything around him with curiosity and excitement. The yard was not big, and various swords, spears, and halberds were placed on the edge. A few teenagers in Taoist robes passed by and looked at them curiously. When they heard the old man spitting foul language, they quickly retreated as if a disaster was about to happen.

It seems that this old man has accumulated a lot of power here, and ordinary people dare not offend him.

"Okay, okay, the children are watching here." Li Changsheng held his forehead helplessly and interrupted his father's endless offensive. At the same time, Dumbledore stood in front of Loffitt and looked at him helplessly.

"Okay, I'll give you a favor."

The two men decisively stopped fighting. It seemed that they had known each other before and had a deep connection.

Harry had some guesses in his mind. He remembered that in the last few scenes of Lofitt, he once rushed out angrily, and then came back full of grievances, saying that he was irreconcilable with the guy from the East.

Could it be the Taoist priest in front of me?

Harry couldn't help but feel respect for him. He only knew that the old dragon must have lived for a long time, but he didn't expect that -

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you all." A cold female voice came from a distance. Zhou Fu's eyes lit up and he quickly pounced over. Then he hung in the woman's arms, refusing to leave for a long time.

"Okay, okay, you're already an adult, why are you still acting like a child?"

"I'm only 13 years old." Zhou Fu said gloomily.

"Wife, why are you back?" Li Changsheng rubbed his hands, obviously a little restrained and uneasy.

"What bad things have you done behind my back?"

"How could I do something bad behind your back?" Li Changsheng deliberately raised his voice, but such a fierce reaction further confirmed Ms. Zhou's guess.

The Taoist priest wanted to leave angrily. He didn't want to see this little devil. The little witch was back, why didn't anyone notify her in advance?

If I had known she was coming back, I wouldn’t have come back.

The Taoist priest had a bitter mouth, today was truly a “wonderful” day.

Everyone was sitting in the reception room. There were tables and chairs carved from mahogany with polished handles. On the top hung a portrait, and none of the people from the Western wizarding world recognized the portrait.

But when Ron saw the painting, he felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't associate it with anything.

After several young men in Taoist robes served tea, they quietly left and the hall fell into silence.