Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The kitchen was a large, high-ceilinged room, as large as the Great Hall above, with many gleaming copper pots and pans stacked against the stone walls and a large brick fireplace at the far end. There were four long wooden tables in the kitchen, positioned exactly like the four house tables in the Great Hall above.

Harry stood at the kitchen door, looking at this magical space carefully. The kitchen was just below the auditorium. There was a rectangular dining table further away, which should be prepared for the professors.

Harry carefully avoided the elf that hit his abdomen and came to the four long tabletops. He looked at the patterns on them carefully and touched them with his hands. What kind of magic was this? If the body traveling through space was Apparition, then objects traveling through space, Harry became very interested. He wanted to figure out this principle, and then -

This is Hufflepuff's masterpiece. Suddenly, a sentence appeared in Harry's mind. Listening to the voice, it sounded like Gryffindor.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, he was extremely excited, but the instincts of the past few years drove him so far that he couldn't think about this matter.

"It's okay." The powerful voice sounded again, as if it could see Harry's worries clearly, "I found a way to communicate with you without Bai You noticing."

"And your inner thoughts will selectively appear in the two spaces. That is to say, whoever is talking to you will see what you are thinking."

Harry was filled with ecstasy. Dobby brought the food to him. The lifting of the long-standing taboo made Harry feel like dancing. He couldn't wait to find someone to share his happiness.

Seeing the elf in front of him, Harry found it extremely cute, and he suddenly hugged Dobby into his arms.

Although this feeling was a bit strange, Harry held it tightly, his mouth grinning from ear to ear. This joy seemed to be transmitted to Dobby, and Dobby's eyes were filled with tears, "Master is holding Dobby, Master is holding Dobby!" As if the degree of surprise was too great, Dobby fainted all of a sudden. Looking at the limp little body in his arms, Harry smiled embarrassedly, feeling a little ashamed, thinking that he was the one who strangled Dobby into this state.

Looking at the wizard in front of them, the famous savior in the legend who saved all creatures from danger and also saved their tortured group of house-elves, the elves nearby watched all this with jealousy.

No wizard had ever treated them like this, no wizard had ever been so close to them, house-elves themselves were intelligent creatures, possessing magic that wizards could not touch, and even though they had been enslaved by them for thousands of years, the idea of ​​serving wizards had been deeply rooted in them, ingrained in their flesh and blood.

The unequal status that had been formed for a long time was suddenly broken in front of them, and they could feel Harry's feelings for Dobby.

This is truly the greatest wizard in the world.

Harry gently placed Dobby on the stool, squatted down, called an elf standing next to him, and talked to her on an equal footing, "Can you please take care of him?"

This is an equal dialogue, a respect for an intelligent life, which should be a normal thing, but it is particularly valuable in this hierarchical world.

Perhaps Harry in his previous life did not realize this, but time gave him depth, and unusual experiences made him think about this issue more deeply.

The young elf twitched all over and his nose started running. He was about to faint, but at this time, an older house-elf approached with a cane.

There is wisdom in his eyes and traces of time hidden in his wrinkles.

"We will." The elf carried Dobby down. Harry watched the elf disappear into the crowd and turned his gaze back to the stone slab.

In his eyes, this old stone slab exuded an unusual halo, and the wonderful and delicate flow of magic made him involuntarily reach out and touch it.

Gryffindor began to explain in detail in his mind, from the material to the carving process, from the original idea to the formed pattern, the storage of magic power to the realization of space transfer.

Harry seemed to have opened up a new world, where another way of using magic made his heart surge.

It has been a thousand years since the four of Gryffindor came along. Some of the inheritance has become scarce due to the passage of time, and because of changes in ideas and concepts, there are different levels of understanding of the same sentence.

Coupled with the great changes that have been experienced in the past, the selection of ancient magic and the simplification of modern magic have caused magic to gradually lose its original face. It is like the Renaissance, or it might be better to call it a revival of magic.

In the other half of Harry's mind, Harry looked at the empty space in front of him and was silent for a long time. She turned her head and glanced at Bai You who was sleeping not far away, and felt that something had happened again.

In the distant Arnia Forest, a small snake was wandering among the grass. The tightly packed scales on its abdomen bent the emerald green grass, leaving a trace of corrosion.

The forest in the distance gradually opened up and became brighter, and at the same time, the voices of some people's conversations gradually became louder. Among them was a man wearing a brown hat, jeans, Martin boots, an expensive belt with several black gems on it, and a black leather vest. He was leaning against a big tree next to him. The man had a calm expression and stared into the distance with boredom.

There was a black stone on his waist, with a faint red light flashing in the middle.

The little snake gradually approached, raised its head, and there was human-like thinking and ruthlessness in its eyes. It went around the man's back, climbed up the big tree that the man was leaning against, scattered the ants walking on the tree, jumped onto the man's neck, opened its mouth wide, revealing its sharp teeth, and bit him.

Ouch! This sudden cry startled the group of people nearby, "What's wrong with you?" Among them, a man in simple clothes approached cautiously with a flattering smile on his face.

"It's okay, thank you, please continue with your work." The man leaning against the tree had an unchanged expression, as if the person who had just shouted was not him.

Here, Draco looked at Pansy who was lingering around him with some impatience. He originally thought that she was just in love, but now he felt that she was mentally abnormal.

Since the past few days, she has been nagging in his ear that the entire Hogwarts is fake and that it is controlled by someone. She is very close to others and is like a mouse seeing a cat when she sees Dumbledore. Yes, Professor Snape is particularly close to her. She keeps shouting that she wants to go home, but her parents beat her back and force her to drop out of Hogwarts and transfer to another school.

Draco looked at the nervous Pansy, and quietly followed him not far behind, wrapping his face with a black headscarf, like a small bat.

He saw Harry holding a book in the corridor not far away, his eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.

Harry's sight passed through Draco in front of him and fell on the black figure hiding behind the wall.