Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"You--", Dumbledore started, but Snape pretended not to hear. In Harry's mind, he would not starve to death, but he had not tasted food for a long time.

Now anyone who comes to disturb him while he is eating is a bad person.

Wow, the sour and sweet taste of this juice exploded in his taste buds, and Snape savored the multiple layers of taste; wow, this tomato jam with moderate sweetness and sourness, paired with the juicy sausage, the perfect cooking time made the sausage crispy on the outside and tender on the inside; my God, this soft and delicious, fluffy bread with a light wheat aroma makes people saliva secrete vigorously.

Snape was so happy that he could hardly maintain his Occlumency. This feeling seemed like the first time he saw Lily under the tree. Food is a basic need for the human body.

Dumbledore watched from the side and began to confirm that this person was the real professor who had disappeared for a long time. It was impossible for a fake professor to behave like this if he had enough food every day. Only if the real professor had not eaten for a long time would he look like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Dumbledore was in a good mood. He didn't want to go to class in the first place as he had so much work to do every day and he also had to find time to tutor Snape. Now the real professor was back. As for the handover of the remaining courses, the real professor would take charge.

Dumbledore stood up with a happy expression, his eyebrows flying up with joy, and a light flashing in his eyes. He walked quickly towards his office. Anyone could see his good mood. He was going to take another nap, as he stayed up all night last night.

(You can imagine the joy of going to school during the winter vacation, but the school suddenly informs you that the class will be postponed for seven days for some reason, so you can go home.)

"Wait," Snape suddenly called to Dumbledore, "I'll go with you. I have something to tell you."

"Oh?" Dumbledore turned slightly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Is it related to the time he was missing?

The two came to the office together.

"Harry, Harry, do you still need me to wait for you there?" Draco, who was eating at the dining table, suddenly caught a glimpse of Dumbledore and suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Listening to the belated voice, Harry held his forehead helplessly. He had forgotten that there was such a function. They could still communicate in their minds, but the time was limited.

As for Draco, if Dumbledore had not sent Fawkes to follow him yesterday, he would not have been unscathed by the giant python's desperate entanglement with his head. Harry thought of the big snake and put his hands in his pockets, touching the cold and delicate scales inside his pockets. Ah Ben sensed his master's touch and rubbed his head on Harry's fingers.

The basilisk remained motionless, as if it was still asleep. "No, go eat first." Harry thought Draco was still waiting for him at the door of the bathroom on the second floor, so he communicated with him first to confirm where he was and avoid unnecessary trouble.

Harry thought about his arrangements yesterday, which were indeed a bit inappropriate. Draco looked at the rich breakfast on his plate, picked up the hot chocolate milk next to him, and drank it in one gulp. The sweet, mellow and silky taste made Draco sigh comfortably. A beautiful misunderstanding was created just like that.

Draco withdrew from the conversation with peace of mind, but Ron was still worried about Harry and was obviously absent-minded while eating breakfast.

Harry's stomach started to growl at this time, and he slowly walked to the cafeteria. Ron had almost finished eating. When he walked out of the cafeteria, he saw Harry who was late and put his worry aside.

Harry noticed that his personal attribute panel began to change.

Name: Harry Potter

Age: 11 years old

Physical fitness: 30+10+5

Appearance: 76+5+1.5

Soul Strength: 75+15

Intelligence level: 50+10+5

Mana Reserve: 20+20+10

Plant affinity: 5+20

Alchemy Talent: 70+15

Potion Ability: 65+5

Combat skills: 70+15+10

Language Arts: 3+20

Flying ability: 80+10+1.5

(You didn't absorb anything this time, but at least the mission was completed, so I'll just give you some)

Harry looked at this line of words, feeling a little amused and helpless. Is it so casual to give rewards now?

"Harry," Ron ran up and stopped a few steps away. He looked Harry up and down carefully. Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, he couldn't help but wonder if he didn't sleep all night last night.

"Good morning, Ron," "Good morning, Hermione," Harry said to his friends, yawning a little, then walked quickly to the nearby dining table, grabbed an egg tart and bit into it. Mmm, I'm really hungry! Especially after doing physical work.

Hermione looked at the time and found that there were still a few hours before class. She abandoned her plan to go to the library first. For the first time in her life, she did not go to study at this time. Instead, she sat next to Harry. She wanted to ask Harry if something happened recently. She always felt that he was not getting enough sleep and was particularly tired.

Harry turned his head, his fluffy black hair changed angles with his movements. One strand of hair had grown longer and playfully rested on his straight nose bridge. Some of the hair blocked Harry's eyes. Through the hazy cover, one could see Harry's emerald green and clear eyes. Harry's thick eyelashes fought with the hair, making him feel a little itchy. The fatigue from staying up late not only did not damage Harry's temperament, but instead added a hint of laziness.

Seeing Harry like this, Hermione was stunned for a moment. She opened her mouth and forgot what she wanted to say just now. Why did she feel that this guy had become handsome again?

Ron was standing aside and saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He immediately squeezed in between Harry and Hermione and pushed Hermione aside.

"Brother, did you go for a night swim last night?" Ron asked.

"Well - if you want to put it that way, yes," Harry mumbled, because his mouth was stuffed with bread and sausage.

Ron got an expected answer and confirmed his guess. After all, he woke up quite early, but Harry's quilt was neatly covered and very cold inside.

"Then where did you go? You didn't even call me." Ron complained, "You didn't go if I didn't call you?" Harry stared at Ron who was squeezing over with a teasing look.

Ron scratched his head, remembering that recently he had followed Harry out for a run at night every few days, but he found that Harry was just exploring something in the castle and there was nothing interesting, so he stopped following him.

"Hey hey," Ron was about to skip this topic.