Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The soldiers who had spoken just now suddenly looked dazed. "What are we doing here?" "Who are you?" "How the hell do I know who I am?"

Molly's figure appeared behind them. It turned out that she did not leave, but cast an illusion spell. She was holding a black block-like object in her hand, and there was a layer of shiny glass on the top. Molly weighed it doubtfully, could this be the camera her husband mentioned?

"Mother--" Such a voice came from the air, and Molly disappeared instantly. The voice disappeared in an instant, and Molly carried away Ginny who was flying over on the broom.

Ginny hugged her mother and cried, unable to utter a complete sentence, "I - see, see, pointer, pointer."

Molly understood what her daughter meant and used a warm hug to dispel her fear. "Mom is a wizard. She did very well in Hogwarts. How could she be afraid of a few Muggles?"

She was afraid that the Muggle thing in her hand would get in the way of her daughter, so she threw it on the ground and took little Ginny home. She felt mixed emotions. She had forgotten the content of her child's mischievous behavior in the letter. Could it be that the confidentiality law was about to be broken?

Also, Molly looked down at her daughter, and thought of the little girl crying among the group of Muggles. She felt that she looked familiar. Where had she seen her before?

After she coaxed her daughter to sleep, she hurriedly contacted her husband and explained the situation one by one.

As for the group of Muggles on the lawn, most of them had dazed expressions, some were doing nothing, looking confused, and only a few, although very well camouflaged, had wet clothes and were sweating profusely, which gave away something.

The wizard is really terrifying. We haven't even met him, but there have been heavy casualties.

One of them looked at his good friend who used to be close to him and now turned into an idiot. Was it because of what he had just said? But he knew that he and his friend were staying at the back and didn't see anything.

Dumbledore was currently having a cordial conversation with a principal of the magic school, and then he received a cordial greeting from his own vice-principal, "The children are about to take the exam, why haven't you come yet? Is it possible that your brain is filled with sugar--" Professor McGonagall swallowed the rest of her words. Well, she was so angry, it wasn't that she was too rude.

Oh, I got it mixed up. Dumbledore politely said goodbye to the headmaster with whom he was chatting happily, and then asked Fawkes to take him back quickly. If I remembered the time wrong, the exam should have started now, right?

Harry, who was waiting in line, looked at Sirius Black in front of him with a smile on his face. He looked full of energy and handsome, which attracted exclamations from the young wizards watching nearby. Then he shook his hair handsomely, and he really seemed to be decades younger.

Harry couldn't help but laugh. Is this what his godfather looked like when he was young? How nice.

"Harry!" Black shouted happily when he saw his godson coming, attracting everyone's attention. The noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and many eyes were focused on Harry, as if his body had its own spotlight. The wizards next to him made way for him.

How could this be so embarrassing? Harry's face turned red all of a sudden, and he quickly walked up to Sirius, carefully looking at this godfather who suddenly appeared. Although he was very happy, he still had to remain skeptical for the sake of caution.

The entire hall returned to its noisy state. Professor McGonagall at the front was turning around anxiously, still waiting for Dumbledore. In front of her were a few reporters. They were all very concerned about what kind of changes this innovation of Hogwarts would bring to the British wizarding world.

Before Harry had time to think about Sirius Black who suddenly appeared, he received a death stare from his Potions professor. Although he didn't say anything, he seemed to be able to feel the meaning of his gaze.

Harry thought of his own suicide in the Room of Requirement. Could it be, could it be related to that?

You kid, is it you who said the voice in my head? Snape thought about it and felt that this ghost thing must be related to Harry. He had been in his head for a while and had a certain understanding of this magical ability. Maybe it was Harry who was causing trouble. I could actually speak in my mind and break through my brain occlusion. Hiss——

No, no, it's definitely not me—

Both of their eyes widened. There were so many people between them and neither of them spoke, yet they were able to communicate without any obstacles.

Oh no! Harry turned around in a hurry, pulled Ron who was watching the excitement, and hurriedly left here, lining up at the outermost edge of the hall, trying to avoid Professor Snape's deadly gaze.

It really is you. If you don't feel guilty, why are you running? Harry was being scrutinized from within. No, it was Professor Snape's questioning from within. He was clearly gone, but he was always with him, torturing his nerves.

Ron looked confused. Why did his best friend suddenly take him away? Hermione was still there.

"Hey, Harry—"

"Everyone be quiet--" Dumbledore cast a loud sound on his throat, and Fawkes collapsed on his shoulder. He was exhausted from the journey just now.

"We will now begin the final examinations," Dumbledore hurried over, looked at the quiet little wizards below, and nodded with satisfaction.

"I believe everyone has already understood the benefits of this exam, so I won't go into details here."

"But there is one more thing I want to explain. Those who are able to participate, do not be proud, and keep working hard. Little wizards who are not selected, do not be discouraged. There are only two or three people in each grade and each college who can participate in the exam in advance this time -"

Everyone was talking, and their voices were almost drowning out the principal's voice.

"Everyone's growth cycle is different. There is no need for you to envy the fragrance of other people's flowers. They just bloom early..." Dumbledore tried to raise his voice again.

"Quiet!" "Quiet--" Professor Meowth looked sternly at the group of noisy little wizards below, while Snape dragged his death tone and knocked to the ground all those who tried to drown out the headmaster with their voices.

Great, it's much quieter now.

Dumbledore said some inspiring words again. The reporters below were writing something furiously. Among them was a female reporter from the Daily Prophet. Her shorthand quill was so excited that it almost jumped higher than her head.

After Dumbledore saw the reporter below, he sighed helplessly. Why is this guy here too?

This is really a good way to show yourself and your abilities. Harry stood at the back, looked at the crowd gathering around him, patted Hermione's hand soothingly, and signaled her not to be nervous.