Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"So what are your plans now?" Gryffindor asked calmly, not urging Harry to leave this place that could give him inner peace. It was not like talking to a friend, hoping that Harry could reveal his true thoughts.

"As for plans, there is indeed one." Harry became excited when he mentioned this. He sat up, turned towards Gryffindor, and said excitedly.

"The conflict between Muggles and wizards mentioned by that person is the best excuse."

"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it." Gryffindor seemed to understand something.

"If that person doesn't live in this world and treats us as his food, he will definitely not bend down to understand the thinking habits, behavior patterns, morals, etiquette and ethical principles of human beings." Harry was a little proud. After all, this was the first time he used his own brain to think about such a complicated problem, and he still had some sense.

"He wants to control me with this excuse, so I must build my own forces to achieve his goal. But as to whether the people I build are to mediate the conflict between Muggles and wizards, or to fight against foreign creatures like them, he may not be sure."

"Then have you ever thought that your every move is under his control? Including your inner thoughts." Gryffindor asked.

"Including how can you be sure that your subordinates still have the courage to fight in the face of such a cruel truth. Maybe they think that they don't care about what happens after death while they are alive, and their souls will be eaten after they die." Gryffindor continued to ask questions.

"Well, although I don't have the ability to find out what you mean by eating one's own soul, I think their purpose is definitely not that simple." Harry was very sure that if the soul would be eaten after death, there would be no need to send his men to infiltrate the human world.

Gryffindor paused, something seemed to be coming out of his head, but the brain's protective mechanism to prevent him from hurting himself was indeed not that simple.

Harry continued, "As for the surveillance you mentioned, what I just said is the way to deal with this situation. It is precisely because he does not understand and is not limited to capturing our living habits that he has a distorted understanding of what I said."

"Different people may have two completely different understandings of the same thing, and will have different handling results. And for something external, the difference in their understanding may be even greater." Harry smiled, feeling confident.

"So I'm going to recruit my own people openly, right under his nose." Harry stood up and began to pace when he got excited, as if he was about to rush out and do something big.

Gryffindor looked at the little boy with a face full of satisfaction, but at the same time he was a little worried. According to his observation and understanding, he didn't think Harry was the kind of person who was sensitive, tactful, and could use covert tactics. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but in order not to destroy his only hope, he kept his mouth shut.

"As for the people I want to recruit, I have to tell them step by step that not everyone is like me, with such a strong psychological endurance." Harry looked at Gryffindor with a smile, blaming him for putting all the pressure on him at once.

Since he learned about this, he has not relaxed for a moment. He has to be careful not to accidentally leak his thoughts to Bai You. He also has to read a lot of books during breaks. Only at this time can he think about these things.

Gryffindor turned his head away and smiled embarrassedly. Young people should be understanding. He, an old man, had been alone in this space for so long, and the psychological pressure he had to bear was too great. Finally, he met someone and he had to talk to him.

"Then how are you going to recruit them? How do you start the action? This is not an easy thing to do. Human beings are extremely complex. You can't be sure if they will betray you one day, especially when facing such a powerful force." Gryffindor was a little worried. Although this kid's soul was relatively strong and seemed to be a second-life human, he was not very good at recruiting troops and didn't seem to have much experience in this field.

Harry kept his mouth shut for a moment, a little hesitant. This was indeed a difficult thing to do.

Another Harry suddenly appeared in front of him. He was wearing clothes that Harry had never seen before, a black tight leather jacket, a black jacket, and a jingling silver necklace outside the jacket.

He had a black earring in his right ear, he had his bangs smeared up and dyed white, and he was wearing black leather boots on his feet.

Harry turned around and saw his other self. He was so angry that his teeth itched. Why did that person deserve a beating? A familiar scene appeared in his mind. Isn't this a Shamatte?

The sudden incident broke Harry's ambition. He just stopped and his brain, which had been smoking, came to ease his anxious heart.

"Come here for a moment." Harry smiled.

The other Harry stopped his jingling steps and looked hesitant. I always felt that this person had bad intentions.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Here, the twins who were caught by the knight cursed and staggered to a familiar place. As soon as they saw that tall figure, they immediately became very well-behaved.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall also rushed over with Ron and Hermione. As for Draco, he had been standing there for a long time. He didn't dare to look up at the headmaster who was killed by himself in his previous life. Dumbledore didn't say anything. When Draco saw the four people coming over, he knew that the night tour last night had been exposed.

He was a little angry for a moment. He was sure that someone had seen Harry and did not return to the dormitory, exposing the matter.

It was definitely the Veles twins, he glared at the two men viciously.

Unintentionally, Draco looked up at Dumbledore's eyes, his mind paused, and a familiar feeling came over him. This feeling, he often felt when he was under Voldemort.

Hiss, Legilimency, Draco cried out inwardly, oh no!

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, there was another interesting little guy.

As for George and Fred, since they had caused so much trouble, they thought the professor was coming to settle accounts, so they just lowered their heads and slowly moved over, sneezing from time to time. It was all because the smell of the armor next to them was too charming, the smell of dust that had accumulated for thousands of years was so generous that they could smell it.

When the two looked up and saw the four people in front of them, they felt relieved for a moment. It was good that they didn't have to settle accounts. As for visiting classmates, they wouldn't call their parents for this. Even if they did, they could use the excuse of visiting friends to fool their parents.

Dumbledore looked calm. He looked at the four little wizards below, a pair of twins, who were still fighting and playing without knowing the truth, poking each other.

On the other side, Hermione and Ron were whispering there. The clever little witch had already realized from the people who came that her night walk had been exposed. Ron had a wry smile on his face because he didn't want to hang around Dumbledore all the time.