Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry didn't get the answer he wanted from the old man. He tried hard to straighten his body and forced his brain to recognize the words from the teacher's mouth, but things did not go as he wished.

Harry's head was swollen and painful. He stared at the teacher's eyes, but his mind was not thinking at all. Several classes passed like this.

Harley, who was in the other classroom, was sitting next to an easel. There was a plastic bucket under her feet. The water inside had become turbid, showing pink-brown and gray-brown colors. Harley held a thick paintbrush in one hand and a huge palette with a mixture of various colors in the other.

In front of her easel stood a slender lady wearing a beret and fashionable clothes. On her nose rested a pair of rimless silver glasses with a thin silver chain hanging from one end of the glasses, extending behind her ears.

"Pay attention to the color matching of your picture, and make sure the shadows of the objects are clear..."

Harry listened boredly, feeling slightly reluctant. Why did he still have to attend class?

"Hey, Harry, wake up, are you going to sleep through dinner?" Harry's class finally ended, and when he opened his eyes, Ron's huge face appeared in his world.

Looking at the dim light around him, Harry just felt lazy all over and collapsed in the soft bed. He was surrounded by curtains. The setting sun not far away cast a soft filter on the dormitory floor.

Ron's head stuck out from one end of the mosquito net. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He tried to lift his body, but found that the bed was too attractive to him. At this moment, he suddenly felt an upward force from the back of his waist. It was the little snake.

Harry sat up with the force, leaning against the back of the bed and looking at Ron lazily.

"Go get some for me, and I'll finish it in the dormitory."

Ron's face was full of question marks. He found that Harry was always lazy recently and was always inseparable from the bed, like they were connected or even inseparable. More intimate words could describe the feeling Harry gave him recently.

He and Hermione came back from the library and went to the hall for dinner, but he didn't see Harry at the table. He asked Neville who was sitting next to him, and he found out that Harry had been lying in bed sleeping since he came back at noon.

He hurried back, thinking Harry was sick.

Ron looked at Harry, who exuded a lazy air and had a ruddy face. Well, forget it, he must be too tired. He should bring him some food.

"Thanks, my good brother."

Harry's recent schedule is that he almost never sleeps all day. He has classes during the day, and goes to Gryffindor to continue studying during his nap time. Even when he doesn't have classes in the afternoon, he still has to complete his homework. As for the evening, he spends a large part of his time exploring the structure of Hogwarts Castle.

Harry sighed, like right now.

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, everyone was fast asleep. Harry opened his eyes, pulled aside the quilt covering himself, quietly put on his shoes, and tiptoed out.

His destination tonight was the secret room. Since it was in an abandoned women's restroom, it was difficult to enter during the day. In addition, with Ah Ben's sudden appearance, Harry felt it necessary to figure it out, so he left it for some time to explore.

He used the Disillusionment Charm and walked out of the Gryffindor dormitory door. Harry lowered his head and looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand. Good, there was no one moving around.

After he walked quietly for a while, there was a sound of heavy footsteps coming from the distance and then getting closer. Harry hurriedly hid in a corner, and Ah Ben emerged from his pocket.

Because Aben cannot be exposed in front of people, ever since he followed Harry, his daily activities can only be to sneak out to take a breath when no one is around. Tonight Harry wants to send Aben to the basilisk to see if the two snakes can have a common language and communicate with each other.

A gust of wind blew, causing Harry's pajamas to flutter violently.

"Come and catch us!" George was the first to appear. He was having a friendly exchange with Filch in a unreasonable manner. Following behind was Fred, who was running away while throwing several round unidentified objects behind him.

"This is our gift to you. You're welcome." Then they left the place like the wind, leaving only a strange gas in the corridor. Harry sniffed and was really disgusted.

Harry leaned against the wall, the liquid in his stomach rising up, just like someone scratching his throat, his face was bitter. Filch stood far behind with a cane, looking at the things left in the corridor, frowning, pinching his nose in disgust, "If I catch these two guys, I will definitely take them to the professor and deduct dozens of points from Gryffindor."

Then he left with his kitten.

The only victim of the Veles Twins props appeared, and that was the innocent passerby who appeared here - Harry.

Harry gave the Gemini a warm greeting in his heart, expressing his admiration for their diligence and dedication in the night tour business.

Harry held his nose and fled from the place.

With a creak, the door of the women's restroom was opened. Moonlight rushed out from the small window of the restroom and shone on the floor. The whole room was filled with a smell of dust. Harry glanced secretly inside the door and found that there was no movement at all.

Myrtle shouldn't be here, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he could not forget that in his previous life, Myrtle stared at him closely, that kind of look as if he was being coveted by a wild beast.

Harry slipped in quietly.

Who knew that Myrtle suddenly appeared, "Who is it? Who is there?"

Fortunately, with Myrtle's current soul, she couldn't see through the magic Harry was performing.

"Who are you sneaking around? Don't let me catch you." Myrtle was so scared that she hid in a corner. "No, I'm already dead. Even if someone else is scared, I shouldn't be scared."

Myrtle secretly encouraged herself and scanned the entire girls' bathroom again. There was no movement at all. Something was wrong. She clearly felt someone coming in just now.

Harry deliberately made some noise at this time. He waved his wand lightly, and the water in a toilet suddenly began to flush. The water gradually overflowed from the toilet and spilled onto the surrounding floor.

Myrtle was so frightened that she was shaking all over. She screamed and plunged her whole body into the toilet, disappearing along with the water.

Harry waited for a moment, and when he saw that Myrtle showed no sign of returning, he walked to the sink with peace of mind, making a hissing sound.

Aben in the pocket curiously poked his head out. When he got closer to this place, he could smell the scent of his own kind, which was as powerful as him. This discovery surprised him very much. After reaching this level, every member of his own kind he met was a gift to him.

The washbasin in front of me slowly moved back, and a crack appeared in the front pillar, revealing the passage inside. It was dark and emitted a strange smell.

Harry stunk and took a step back.