Harry Potter and the Rebirth

He traveled through time when he was nine years old. At the beginning, he was very excited. He became one of the protagonists and could get close to the savior. He could cast magic and become someone he never dared to imagine in his previous life.

However, when he thought about the adventures he had experienced, it was fine to watch from the sidelines, but it would be better to forget about experiencing them himself. He was not very experienced, so how about being assigned to Hufflepuff, Ron thought secretly.

Ron learned from his brother who went to school at Hogwarts that Harry Potter had come to Hogwarts when he was nine years old and had his own room in the castle. This was different from what he saw in the movies. Ron thought carefully, could it be a fan fiction?

The little wizard opposite saw that Ron had turned into a sculpture, with only the rising and falling chest to prove that he was a living person, and he became curious.

He coughed lightly twice and ignored it.

"Hmph," the young wizard raised his voice, but there was no response from the other side. He rolled his eyes gracefully and continued to read his book. After a long time, Ron seemed to react, and the young wizard's eyes lit up, thinking that he finally saw him.

Unexpectedly, Ron turned around and walked out, heading towards where the crowd was gathered. Savior, if he was assigned to Hufflepuff, there would be no chance for close contact.

Ron walked over to Harry.

Here, Harry looked at the little wizard outside the door and felt a headache. He didn't remember that in his previous life, there were so many people coming to see him. Who was so talkative?

Draco next to him sneered, "Wow, our savior is still so popular." He looked at the current savior carefully.

The experiences of two worlds gave Harry some unusual temperament. In addition, he once absorbed his own soul. Thinking of this, Malfoy blushed, making Harry the most eye-catching guy in the crowd. It was a world of difference from the original world. He secretly curled his lips.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion among the crowd. It turned out that the class leader started to chase people away.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little embarrassed. At this time, among the sparse crowd, the red-haired Veles was so conspicuous. The two looked at each other, Ron smiled embarrassedly, and Harry nodded politely.

Harry looked at Ron's ruthless back and felt a little lost. After all, he had been with Ron for more than ten years. But when he thought that Ron would also go to Gryffindor and live in the same dormitory with him, he felt much better.

On the way back, Ron secretly regretted that the damn movie had misled him. No one said that this Savior was so good. Thinking of the person who played the corpse in his previous life, Ron's face showed a constipated expression.

At the back, two red-haired heads huddled together, as if discussing something.

"Sorry to bother you, have you seen Neville's toad?" A little girl pushed open the carriage door unceremoniously, her eyes widened in an instant, revealing a look of shock.

Looking at Harry who had lifted his hair because the carriage was too hot, Hermione said sheepishly, "I was wondering why so many people were crowded here just now. Is it really you? I know everything about you, of course - I bought a few extra reference books, "Modern History of Magic", "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic", and "Important Magical Events in the 20th Century". You are mentioned in these books."

Harry smiled happily, he finally encountered something similar to his previous life. It seemed that things were not too off track. He thought about Ron just now. He felt so strange. Could it be because they were not sitting in the same box, so he was not familiar with him? He frowned in distress. Seeing this scene, Hermione's face, which had just blushed, immediately became normal again.

Draco watched this scene, folded his arms, crossed his legs, and looked at the little witch at the door who subconsciously ignored him with a forced smile.

"Ahem," Hermione's eyes moved to Malfoy, and she realized that there was someone sitting here. "Excuse me, who are you?" Hermione asked. "Draco Malfoy," the young master raised his head proudly.

"Buzz--", accompanied by the long whistle of the train, the same people began to communicate differently.

"First-year students, come over here," the three-meter-tall Hagrid, wearing his fur coat and a unicorn hair scarf, shouted loudly to the freshmen of this grade.

Harry, Malfoy and Goyle were put on a small boat, and later, Ron, Hermione and Neville were put together.

Here, Hermione pointed at a small black spot on Ron's nose and said, "There's something on your nose." Black lines appeared on Ron's forehead and he looked a little embarrassed. "Uh." As the ship swayed, he began to wipe his nose for no reason and ignored Hermione's subsequent kindness.

Neville, who was standing next to them, seemed a little overwhelmed when watching the interaction between the two.

He opened his eyes wide to see the dark spot in Hermione's mouth, but because the light was too dim, Neville gave up.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Harry looked at the Hogwarts that was so close to him and found some differences from his previous life.

In the past, when he was in the first grade, he was still a little wizard with low magic power, and he could not see what was so special about this castle that had been passed down for many years. But now, as a second-generation human, he opened his eyes and looked at this cradle that gave birth to most of the wizards in Britain.

The world in his eyes was filled with dazzling light, and occasionally he could see some light flowing slowly, but he couldn't see it clearly at the moment.

"Congratulations to the host for getting a glimpse of the entire castle. Now I am issuing a mission to explore the traces of the flow of magic power in the castle and obtain half of the castle's authority. The mission period is three years, so please plan it reasonably."

In my mind, the stoat was slumped in an armchair, surrounded by a small round table with a glass of juice and a few cakes on it. It revealed a cunningness that was totally inconsistent with the stoat's silly temperament, and its small eyes looked so shrewd.

Looking at Potter who suddenly appeared, the little ferret seemed to have expected it.

It pointed in the air, and a large armchair appeared on the empty ground.

"Harry, please sit down," Harry sat down as he was told, picked up a piece of cake and was about to put it into his mouth.

"This is a specialty food of our tribe. You can't eat it now. Be careful of it exploding." The weasel took the thing from Potter's mouth.

Harry curled his lips, looking a little disappointed. Ever since he first saw it, this thing had been particularly attractive. There was a voice constantly tempting him to snatch it away and eat it.

"Don't come in so often, the people outside are watching you." The ferret kicked Potter out. "Then what's this mission about?" Harry remembered why he came in.

"Think for yourself," the weasel only said.

Harry came back to his senses and thought indignantly, this is my brain, why can't I make the decision myself? Just when he thought of this, his head hurt.

"Don't say bad things in front of me."

Uh, okay, Harry tried to clear his mind.

Malfoy, who was standing by, saw that Harry was in a daze, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Did he go into that place again?