Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Just as Harry squinted his eyes to see more clearly, the ferret reappeared on the other side of the transparent wall, its face pressed against the wall, its small black eyes facing Harry's green eyes, with a humanized teasing expression in them, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, because the map requires a lot of soul power, so when I first settled down, I accidentally took some of yours to use."

What, used my soul, Harry seemed to realize why he was bleeding from all seven orifices, "Ahhh, @￥%￥", he used extremely polite words to entertain the creature that had just appeared and greeted its family cordially, thereby expressing Harry's own great respect for it.

"By the way, what should I do? Who should I save? " Harry was kicked out before he could express any more questions.

The weasel inside the wall looked at the polite child speechlessly. Well, his quality and psychological endurance need to be improved. It silently called up the panel and adjusted the task level from light color to dark red. The ding-dong sound sounded for a long time.

Malfoy, who was far away, was awakened. He felt his restraints becoming increasingly strict, and vaguely felt that it was related to the little thing not far away.

The world in front of Harry's eyes suddenly turned white, and then he suddenly felt his eyes brighten, and two noses appeared in front of Harry, and he could even clearly see the nose hairs in the nostrils.

"Ah" Harry screamed, wondering whose naughty kid was this?

The Veles twins straightened up, and the two people standing by the bed began their performance. "Oh, I'm so sad that Harry's reaction was like this," George performed. "That's right, we were kind enough to show him the building we carefully built in his nostrils," Fred responded.

Harry was somewhat speechless, building a building in his nostrils, little big deal? He showed a smiling expression, first staring at George, and trying to find embarrassment in his eyes, but there was none. Then he turned his head and stared at Fred, a slight pain sweeping through his heart.

Harry began to frown and Fred panicked. What was going on?

Madam Pomfrey came in from outside, saw the twins, and immediately started to drive them away, "Hurry, go, go, go to class and don't disturb the patients' rest here." The twins slowly moved to the door of the school infirmary, and looked back at Harry with every step, as if they were a young couple saying goodbye to life and death.

Harry was amused, what a funny couple, but when he thought of their final ending, er, what was the ending? A sour feeling surged to his eyes and nose, but was immediately confused by the blankness in his mind.

"You'll come to see me again, right?" Harry looked at them pleadingly and asked, trying to understand what had just happened.

The twins were a little confused by Harry's attitude, but then they became excited again, "How can you not come when the savior invites you, right, George?" "Yes, Fred," Harry did not refute when he heard this, as if someone had called him that a long time ago.

Madam Pomfrey began to become impatient. She waved her wand and the twins were immediately pushed out the door. With a scream of "Cool", the door closed.

"Harry," Madam Pomfrey put on a gentle expression and asked softly, "How do you feel? Where does it hurt?" She looked at the thin boy on the hospital bed, and remembered how he was covered in blood this morning, and she couldn't help feeling pity for him.

"No, thank you, ma'am." "Oh, little Harry," Madam Pomfrey seemed pleased by the name, and her expression softened. "Harry, how do you feel?" At this time, an old but powerful voice reached Harry's ears. It was Dumbledore.

Hearing this familiar voice, Harry's eyes immediately turned red. He stared blankly at the door, like a scene that had appeared countless times in his dreams. Soon tears rushed into his eyes, blurring the world in front of him. Many tears slid down his cheeks to his neck. He felt as if his heart was pulled out fiercely, then thrown to the ground and stepped on heavily several times.

He was having trouble breathing, and Harry grabbed his collar, silently wondering what he should do.

Seeing this, Madam Pomfrey turned around to get a prepared reagent, walked quickly to the bedside, and said, "Child, drink it quickly." When Harry heard this voice, he felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw. He rudely snatched the potion and drank it in one gulp.

Dumbledore at the door was a little surprised when he saw this scene. He could feel that Harry's big reaction was because of him. Why?

He had never seen Harry when Harry was conscious, so why did Harry have such strong feelings for him? And, savior, how did he know? Dumbledore was sure that Harry had never been in contact with the magical world for so many years.

He realized something was wrong, Polyjuice Potion?

He walked closer and looked Harry straight in the eyes, into those emerald green eyes that were filled with sadness.

Dumbledore was startled, but his worry slowly settled down. It seemed that this child had some adventure.

But he got a blank, such a powerful brain block, Dumbledore was secretly alert. At this time, the alarm sounded in Harry's mind.

"Warning, warning, due to the host's behavior, Dumbledore begins to suspect the host. The mission is about to fail. The punishment for failure will be to drain one third of Malfoy's life span."

Harry was a little panicked, he didn't expect that Dumbledore would find something wrong after just one encounter. Seeing Malfoy's face turning pale in his mind, Harry decided to do something.

Following his instinct, Harry threw back the covers and rushed towards Dumbledore barefoot.

Dumbledore noticed Harry's movements and secretly grasped his wand. In today's magical world, he was not afraid of being attacked by anyone.

But it didn't seem like an attack, and he didn't sense any malicious intent, so he quietly removed the protective barrier.

He was very curious about what the child was going to do.

Dumbledore felt his stomach tightened and his belly was warm. He thought he had eaten too much this morning and felt a little uncomfortable.

He looked down and saw Harry hugging him tightly with his arms, pressing his face against the purple wizard robe he was wearing today. Hmm, it looked like his grandson, uh, did he have a grandson? Dumbledore was amused by his sudden imagination.

Madam Pomfrey was caught off guard by Harry's sudden action, "Child, why are you..." She wanted to pull Harry out, but Dumbledore stopped her with his eyes.

"Child, what's wrong with you?" Dumbledore asked in a low voice. To be honest, except for his childhood brothers and sisters and that person, he had never been so close to anyone in his life. This feeling was very new.

People say that he is the greatest wizard of the world, but they are not close enough to him and are more respectful than helpful. Dumbledore wants to feel the warmth of an ordinary person and the strong admiration for him.

As for whether he was pretending, he had never considered this possibility, after all, that was Harry.

Harry stood there in a daze. He was so overwhelmed by his strong emotions that he didn't know what to do next. Was it Merlin who gave him the courage?

Malfoy had been lying flat in Harry's mind, watching Harry charge into battle, fighting for his own life, leisurely and comfortable.

Don't ask him how he knew it. It's nonsense. The words are written in such big letters. If he can't see it, he must be blind.

But how dare Potter, Malfoy roared in despair in his mind, this stupid troll, is this Gryffindor?

"I just saw that you were very close, as if we were in a previous life, us".

Harry was a little at a loss for words. Uh, what should he say next? Did he die in his previous life, just a few years later? Why did he die?

Once again, Harry wanted to strangle the ferret to death.

He lowered his arms, looked down at his toes, toes?!

Oh, he wasn't wearing shoes, and the tips of Harry's ears were red and starting to smoke in the sunlight.