Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry gradually approached the place. This space seemed to be as big as two basketball courts. It was filled with densely packed and messy things. Books were piled up like a hill. The stale smell it exuded could make one feel its age.

Harry took a closer look and picked up a book at random. It was an elementary spell book, an old edition with the cover torn into tatters. He shook it and a yellowed, fragile paper fell out with some faint writing on it.

I like--

Harry threw it down as if he had picked up something. It was another love letter. The words on the back of the paper floating in the air were revealed, "Curse - Kill -"

The side with the writing on it was in close contact with the earth, hiding the words behind it, and at the same time hiding a story that had been buried for many years from Harry.

It was not until several years later that he revisited the place, bent down again and picked up the piece of letter he had thrown away, and found that everything had a traceable track and all his experiences were just destined.

Harry didn't have this feeling at the moment. He just felt a headache because of the piles of clutter in front of him.

"The crown is flying——"

There was some movement from the depths, which made Harry very happy. He stretched out his hand, and an exquisite silver crown flew into his hand. It was decorated with extremely gorgeous gems, and the red one in the middle was the most eye-catching.

Did I get it so easily? Harry couldn't believe it. He asked the Gryffindor in my mind, "Is it this one?" Harry pinched the spherical bead on the top and looked at it again and again. It was very gorgeous and looked like it had been there for some time. But why did it not match the image of Ravenclaw that he had in mind as a knowledgeable person?

"It's definitely not--" Gryffindor said helplessly. This is obviously the so-called crown of Muggles. With such a ostentatious aesthetic, it is definitely not the crown.

Harry pinched the round bead on the top and took a closer look. It was made of thousands of diamonds and gold. The diamonds of various colors sparkled with light. It seemed that just picking out one could sell for a lot of money.

But why does this look so familiar? The base of the crown is glittering with various gemstones, and four golden strips extend out from the four sides, converging in the middle of the top of the head, forming a shape similar to a pagoda. On the top is a huge pearl emitting pure white light, and there is a layer of purple velvet inside.

This - why does this look like the Queen's crown?

"Harry, what are you doing?" Gryffindor interrupted Harry's plan to continue admiring the crown, hoping that he could continue looking for the crown. Even if the Muggle crown was precious, could it be as valuable as the crown that gave people wisdom?

Harry thought about it and felt that what he said made sense.

He casually placed the crown on a tattered table. The sudden weight caused the table to tremble and tilt slightly forward.

It was better to walk a little further inside. It was getting late. Little Draco should be finishing get out of class soon. He had to speed up and dive into the shabby junk again. Sometimes he would pull out a few smelly socks, sometimes a medieval helmet, and a dress from the last century, which was similar to what Ron wore at the fourth grade dance in his previous life.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Harry's lips.

"But, speaking of which, don't you have any way to guide me to find the crown?" Harry was immersed in the pile of tattered books. The smell around him made him cover his nose in disgust.

He just tried several Flying Spells of various styles, and all the ornaments on his head flew towards him. Some even left a big bump on his forehead. How could he explain this to Madam Pomfrey?

Gryffindor pondered for a long time and said that there was no other way and he had to rely on his own efforts.

Harry decided to stop here today and try again later. It was almost lunch time and he would have a hard time explaining if he didn't go back.

Dobby, Harry called softly, and the elf suddenly appeared in the room. He recognized this place, and his big eyes were full of confusion.

"Could you please come to this house and look for the crown for me when you have time these days?"

"It's my honor to serve Harry." Dobby seemed extremely happy, his small body trembling slightly, showing his inner excitement. This was the master who defeated the Dark Lord and saved him from danger. It seemed that he had messed up the last thing. When Dobby was in the school infirmary, he didn't dare to speak in front of Dumbledore.

Dobby felt really honored that his master was still willing to use it.

Harry quietly pushed open the door and found that the corridor was empty. When he went out, he found a note on the wall. It read, "I think you have something to explain to me."

Harry recognized the handwriting, which was exactly the same as the comments on his Potions essay. When he thought about what happened before he came in, Harry felt that he was going to die soon.

He did not cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself. There was no need to do so now. After Snape knew about it, he believed that everyone else would know it too. Harry just felt a little regretful that he could not have dinner with his godfather.

He asked a senior who was passing by to go to the school infirmary, or some place where he could see Sirius, and tell him that Harry had something to do at noon today and had to go to the Potions Office.

Harry pulled a Hufflepuff senior who looked very friendly. He looked very familiar, as if he had met him a few years ago. It also seemed that - Harry's heart ached a little, and for a moment, he seemed to have fallen into a bottomless cliff.

Cedric, huh? Pardon? Why me again? Cedric looked at the poor junior who had been to the hospital many times. In less than half a year, he successfully reached an unsolved mystery with the school clinic. He nodded softly.

After all, Sirius was his idol. In his heart, he was the representative of loyalty, righteousness, and profound knowledge. He was very happy that he had such an opportunity to have such a close contact with his idol.

Harry walked down again with a fearless attitude. For him, the vertical distance from the ground was proportional to his mood. The closer he was to the ground, the more depressed he felt. When he reached the office on the first basement floor, his happiness level dropped exponentially.

The temperature underground was a bit chilly, so Harry wore thin clothes and cast a warming spell on himself.

He arrived at the office door and knocked desperately, but there was no movement from inside. Could it be that the professor wanted to leave him out?

Would knocking too much make the professor even more unhappy?

Could it be that what I just saw was an illusion? Harry unfolded the note in his hand and found a line of small words hidden at the bottom.

"Tonight at 8 o'clock——"

Uh--

Holding the paper, we looked at each other with tears in our eyes, but were speechless and choked with emotion.