Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Harry, do you want to try in?" Dumbledore dropped from mid-air and walked to Harry's side. Looking at the eager and excited expression on his face, he asked with sympathy.

"Really? I can?" Harry's eyes lit up, and he moved closer, staring into Dumbledore's eyes. His azure blue eyes collided with his emerald green eyes, which were full of vitality. Dumbledore was startled, "Oh, of course, after they finish their exams, I will keep this venue for a while, and you can come here to train then."

Dumbledore winked at Harry, and Harry nodded happily, indicating that he understood.

"Professor," Harry remembered something, "Um, do Muggles really have plans in this regard?" He was still bothered by those eyes last night, "Who among the wizards is colluding with them?"

While Harry was speaking, several reporters came over, but when they were glanced at by Dumbledore, they tactfully walked aside. However, they did not notice that one of their reporter colleagues was missing. Along with him, a beetle flew in quietly, landed on a piece of grass in front of Harry's feet, grabbed the tip of the grass, and sucked the dew, as if it were real.

"Harry," Dumbledore looked at Harry, who was now immature in appearance but mature in soul, sighed, and finally decided to tell the truth.

"I asked Snape to take a look, and the Muggle Prime Minister should not be suspected of such a thing. However, your teacher sent me a letter saying -"

Dumbledore remembered that he had not told Harry about Grindelwald's prophecy, and he changed his words.

"There will eventually be a war between wizards and Muggles--" Dumbledore felt the magical fluctuations around him that did not belong to them.

"who!"

He quickly located the special area and trapped all the creatures inside with magic. Harry heard Dumbledore's voice, opened his eyes and saw the bright, sparkling beetle.

He squatted down and gently pinched the beetle that was suppressed by Dumbledore with both hands.

"Oh, why are you here again?" Harry held the beetle in front of his face, then shook it in front of Dumbledore.

"What is this?" Dumbledore looked at the beetle pretending to be dead with sharp eyes. The tentacles that had been struggling just now suddenly became limp, as if surrendering to the two people present.

"This is our dear reporter Rita Skeeter, a great Anigmas—" The smile on Harry's lips grew wider and wider, but Rita Skeeter's heart gradually sank, gradually sinking into the endless deep sea. The oxygen was almost used up. How could the pressure from these two people be so damn strong?

Forget about Dumbledore. Today I was confused and dared to play dirty tricks in front of Dumbledore. Harry is just a first-year wizard who has just entered school. It has not even been half a year. How can he be so powerful?

"What do you think, Harry?" Dumbledore asked Harry's opinion. Harry pondered for a moment, "I warned her yesterday, and now she's offending me again. What's more, he heard our conversation." Harry looked at the little bug pretending to be dead in his hand with some embarrassment.

Harry's words clearly reached her ears, and she began to struggle desperately, as if she wanted to say something, but it was not good to do so in front of so many people. She turned into her human form and fell into such a dilemma for the first time.

"How about this, Harry, after the exam, let's go to a secluded place and release Ms. Rita Skeeter, and then we can have a good talk about what she just heard." Dumbledore suggested.

Harry nodded. There seemed to be no better way to do this. He couldn't just kill her for eavesdropping -

That's what the Dark Lord does.

The Beetle breathed a sigh of relief and resigned himself to the transfer from Harry's palm to a space in Dumbledore's space. He really wanted to slap himself hard a few times. He was really digging his own grave.

Harry walked out of the examination room and sat on the lawn. He saw his good brother Ron lying on the lawn, as if he had been waiting for a long time, with his head resting on his arms, his eyes closed, and his breathing even. The warm sunlight was shining on his body, and his red hair was fluttering slowly in the breeze. He must have fallen asleep.

Harry also lay down in front of him, pulled out a dandelion, and put the white fluffy part of the dandelion in front of his mouth.

"Whoosh--" Harry blew hard, and many white umbrellas flew to Ron's face along the airflow. Some fell on the spots, some fell on the tip of the nose, and some were entangled with Ron's eyelashes.

More of it went into the nostrils.

"A-choo—" Ron was awakened by a sudden itch. He sat up abruptly and bumped into Harry, who was still playing a prank. Their heads hit each other, leaving a bright red mark.

"Oh, Ron—" Harry rubbed his sore and swollen forehead, looked at Ron with an accusing eye, and while Ron wasn't paying attention, he gently threw the long dandelion stem in his hand to the ground.

The dandelion seeds on Ron's face fell onto his clothes when he stood up, forming a layer of white fluffy film.

"Oh, sorry, brother, something just floated over here, and I'm really itchy." As Ron spoke, he rubbed his cheeks hard with his palms. Now, even his face turned red, but he still felt very itchy, as if the itch was not on the surface of the skin, but deep in the flesh.

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry was very happy that he had put the blame on someone else but was not discovered by the person responsible. Instead, he got an apology. He laughed wildly in his heart.

"It was Harry who blew a dandelion into your face just now." A ruthless female voice came from behind the two of them. It was Hermione.

She looked disheveled, her school uniform was a little worn, her originally fluffy hair was even more puffy, there were a few streaks of dust on her cheeks, and grass roots fell from her body as she walked.

"You've finished the exam - how was it?" Ron was so surprised that he didn't process what Hermione had just said in his mind at all.

"It should be pretty good. I'm quite happy now, but I would be happier if I hadn't discovered that there are some flaws in your IQ." Hermione said coldly.

Ron finally reacted.

He turned to look at Harry, only to see that Harry had walked a long way away in just a short moment, leaving Ron with a receding back.

You and your brothers are close at heart, and your brothers play tricks on you.

"Harry Potter, stop right there!"

Harry, who was sneaking away, heard the sound coming from afar and started moving his feet faster, as if there was a Hot Wheels or a red-haired lion chasing him.