Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Oh, how's your practice going here?" The professor stepped on a floating stool, floated over, and adjusted it to the same height as Harry.

This voice stopped Hermione from taking a step forward. "It's fine." Harry felt a little guilty when he thought about how he had just been naughty.

"Harry, come and try with me." Professor Flitwick said. He always wanted to teach more to outstanding students.

"Okay, Professor." Harry nodded and stood opposite the professor. The noisy little wizards around him quieted down. It was time for the professor and Harry to practice sparring in each class. Although some people would serve as demonstrations, generally speaking, they did not practice as many times as Harry did.

"Quick Confinement", Harry cast the first spell of this lesson, accurately, neatly, quickly, and standardly. A hemp rope as thick as an arm rushed towards Professor Flitwick. Harry opened his eyes and tried to mobilize and communicate with the magic power around him and use it for his own benefit.

The man's words were still vaguely ringing in his ears. He immediately untied the hemp rope, which was reduced to half the width of his arm. The rope exuded the luster of leather, became soft and elastic, gathered into a ball, and rushed towards Jiao Su.

Professor Flitwick looked at the rope that suddenly changed with amazement. What an amazing child, he had mastered a spell to such an extent. Even many adult wizards could not do that.

The professor waved his arm lightly, and the ball of rope immediately flew away and changed direction. The little wizard next to him let out a cry, feeling sorry that Harry did not hit the professor.

Harry smiled slightly, with a teasing look in his eyes, and took a look at the hemp rope flying into the sky.

Oh, the professor noticed the expression on Harry's face. He followed Harry's gaze and looked up at the sky, but found nothing unusual.

Just when he was wondering, he felt a sudden gust of cool wind coming from behind him. Years of combat experience made him immediately build a thicker barrier, armor to protect himself! He deflected the sudden attack from behind.

The professor turned around and found that there was still a piece of rope. He stepped on the floating stool and floated to Harry, with curiosity in his eyes, "How did you do it? Did you cast two spells instantly in a row?"

Harry shook his head, raised his hand and called back the two ropes.

"I just changed the form of the attack."

Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up. "Did you improve the spell?" "Not really. I just changed the expression of the spell to what I wanted." Harry thought about what had just happened. In that ball of magic, one ball turned into a rope according to his wishes, and the other ball disappeared and floated behind the professor.

"This is the first time someone has made this kind of improvement to a spell." The professor moved closer to Harry's face, as if he had discovered this great treasure for the first time. Originally he only knew that Harry was good, but he didn't expect him to be so good.

Hermione opened her mouth wide, and her white teeth could be seen clearly. Ron opened his eyes wide, and he was once again sure that Harry was indeed cheating. The world he traveled to was definitely a fan fiction with Harry as the protagonist.

Neville huddled behind the crowd, looking at Harry, who was standing in the crowd shining brightly, with caution and envy.

The rest of the time was spent in discussion. Harry looked at the looks from the people around him. He touched his arm and felt that he should have concealed himself just now and should not have shown off his strength in public.

What happened in the Charms class quickly spread throughout Hogwarts, and the number of Harry's fans grew exponentially over a period of time.

And our protagonist, who was serving the principal in bed, rode on this wind and headed towards the principal's office.

"I'd like to ask you for permission to skip classes." Harry looked at the old man whom he hadn't seen for a long time and thought about what had happened in the past few days. He felt inexplicably guilty.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair with a smile, stroking his beard with one hand and placing the other hand on the table, flicking his fingers casually.

Dumbledore also heard the recent rumors in the school, and he knew more details.

He once talked to the professors who taught Harry and found that Harry's level was far beyond that of a first-year wizard.

He actually knew Harry's strength from training before he went to school. But if he didn't go to school, Dumbledore hesitated, but finally decided to let Harry enjoy the life that a normal little wizard should have.

He still had too much to bear, and he didn't even have time to relax. Dumbledore lowered his head slightly and thought carefully.

Looking at the silent headmaster in front of him, Harry felt a little uneasy. He thought he was exposed. While he was thinking about what excuse to use to go out, Snape came in.

The man, wearing a loose black wizard robe, his hair was still greasy as always, and his face was expressionless as he walked into the office.

He looked at Harry standing aside, a trace of impatience flashed across his face, but in his heart he was begging for mercy, "I'm sorry, master, I didn't mean to be like this, I just wanted to maintain my character, yes, to maintain my character."

"Snape" comforted himself and put his mind at ease, then looked at Dumbledore with urging in his eyes.

Dumbledore understood what he meant, "Well, yes, you just need to find a professor and pass their assessment, then you don't have to attend classes for this year."

Harry's mind had already drifted to Snape next to him. He didn't know whether his disguise was good or not, but from the first glance he had just gotten the professor's true essence.

Dumbledore's words penetrated Harry's mind, giving him great surprise, and giving him more time to do his own things.

"Okay, thank you, Headmaster." Harry smiled gratefully at Dumbledore.

Harry glanced at the headmaster, then at Snape who was standing next to the tree, then turned around and was about to leave. He brushed past Snape in the middle, and then he felt something inside his sleeve. Harry's heart tightened. Why was he doing this kind of trick in front of Dumbledore? Was he tired of living?

Besides, they have so many opportunities to meet each other normally, why should they force it on him at this time?

Harry froze in place for a moment, not knowing how to react.

Dumbledore, who was sitting on a chair, saw the interaction between the two people. Oh - he became interested. This kind of communication seemed like they didn't want him to find out, but also seemed like they wanted him to find out. What on earth were these two guys planning? When did they make up?

Dumbledore was truly happy for Snape at this moment. He could see the price Snape paid. He had locked himself up in high walls for so many years, completing one dangerous mission after another, but what he had done was not understood by others. His colleagues were the best example of this.

Harry took another step forward. This decision made sweat ooze out of his palms. He didn't know how to explain his staying here. This unstable factor was always a bomb. It seemed that he had to find a way to complete the mission and release the real professor.