Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Ron hid behind the door, secretly watching this scene with deep thought in his eyes. It was indeed different. The savior took the initiative to approach a Muggle who had just entered the wizarding world and had not yet shown any talent. Was he really just trying to make friends?

Plus, he remembered that Harry secretly got up last night on the first day of school. Logically speaking, the Harry in this world had lived in Hogwarts for a long time, so it didn't make sense for him to do this.

He secretly followed Harry and watched him and Quirrell, yes, the Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort.

Ron looked at the two people walking in the corridor together, as if they had known each other for a long time. He felt cold on his back and sweat ran down his face. What if the Savior and Voldemort were together? He didn't want Voldemort to rule the British wizarding world in the next few years. By then, his family would not be able to escape. Almost all of his family members were in the Order of the Phoenix organized by Dumbledore.

But weren't Harry's parents killed by him? How could he live peacefully with this person? Could it be the Imperius Curse, the Polyjuice Potion, or the fragment of Voldemort in Harry's head awakening and swallowing up Harry's original consciousness? The more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

Did Dumbledore just allow this to happen? Ron felt that his future was bleak.

He decided to get closer to this savior, see where he stood, and find out the truth. As for Dumbledore, well, his current brain occlumency skills are not very good. It is better to stay away from these powerful wizards.

Here, Harry looked at Quirrell, who was a head taller than him, with a handsome face but wearing a purple turban, like an Indian. Professor Quirrell next to him was a little nervous, after all, as soon as he arrived here, he was forced by a note to meet his mortal enemy in the middle of the night, away from the eyes and ears.

The note said, Hello, Mr. Voldemort, do you want the Philosopher's Stone? Meet at the door of the commemorative cup display room at midnight today.

Quirrell sniffed and smelled a cool scent entering his head, making his confused mind a little clearer.

Harry tilted his head slightly and glanced at Ron who was following quietly behind him. He found it a little funny. After all, he was the first one to get into the condom so quickly. He came out tonight when everyone else in the dormitory was asleep.

He wanted to test Ron, so he only added some water of life and death to the other two people to ensure that they would not suddenly wake up when he took action.

If Ron was a normal little wizard, on the first day of school when he was still unfamiliar with everything and was so tired, he would have wanted to have a good rest. Even if he wanted to take risks, his actions were not in line with common sense.

Harry deliberately increased the noise of his footsteps as he passed his bed. In the dim light, he could clearly see Ron's eyes moving slightly.

At this time, if you are sleeping and dreaming, you should not follow him; if you are woken up by him and want to take risks, either go out alone or wake up and go out with him. If you don’t want to take risks, you should sleep in bed.

Secretly following a strange classmate, being so wary of him, and wanting to find out his whereabouts, this person and this style of behavior are not very similar to Ron in the previous world.

Who could they be? Harry was a little sad. He didn't know if he would lose his good friend when he came back. But, that's not right. Didn't the Velez family always follow Dumbledore? Could it be that Dumbledore still had doubts about him? His system didn't give any hints. Besides, it was not in line with the White Lord's style to let such a little wizard do this. Even Voldemort started to exploit child labor when Malfoy was in the fifth grade.

Although Harry was brainstorming, he did not dare to act carelessly. He turned to Quirrell and said, "Professor, let's go to your office."

Quirrell's temperament suddenly changed, and his whole body became mysterious. The back that had just bent stopped again. He smiled and suddenly turned around to look at the black corridor behind him. It was silent and no one was there. A look of doubt appeared on his face, but there was still no movement.

Quirrell lowered his head and whispered in Harry's ear, "Okay," and then he rubbed Harry's head affectionately, half forcing him, half threatening him.

He held Harry's wand against his head and walked towards his office. The two figures were close together, like their souls.

Ron, who was standing behind him, had just seen two people walking together very closely. Due to the dim light, he did not notice that Quirrell's wand was against Harry's neck. Harry's expression remained unchanged, and he looked particularly relaxed. He showed a comfortable expression and smiled at the cautious professor.

At this moment, a meow suddenly came from the front, followed by Filch's voice, "Let me see which student is not sleeping in the middle of the night. Once I catch him, I will deduct heavy points from your school." His face appeared in the dim light. He was not a very kind person. He had been a Squib for many years, but now he worked as an administrator in the largest wizarding school in the UK. This gap has wiped out his few good attitudes.

After Harry and the other two in front saw this, Harry turned to look at Quirrell with a look of watching a good show, wanting to see what he would do. Quirrell waved his wand.

Oh, it's the Disillusionment Charm, but that's not enough.

Ron, who was behind, saw this, cursed in a low voice, turned around and ran. Nonsense, what else was he waiting for? He didn't want to be famous at school on the first day, so he should leave this method to his brother. As for Harry, he would pray for him. In short, saving his life was the most important thing.

Ron's few remaining consciences kicked in. Forget it, he couldn't just watch Harry fall into danger. What if he was controlled by Voldemort? What if it was due to his own butterfly effect? ​​He turned around and ran to the office on the eighth floor, panting, as if he was racing against death.

Filch came over, and Mrs. Norris was circling around their feet. She had only used the Disillusionment Charm, but the kitten could not touch them. However, this period of time also bought some time for Ron to leave. Harry looked at this scene in surprise. He wanted to learn this thing, and thinking about the next plan, he felt that this idea could be realized.

They also walked to Quirrell's office. It was already midnight and the whole castle was in a deep sleep. Only the murals on the wall and the occasional person walking around could be seen. Quirrell's office exuded a charming smell of garlic. Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust.

But, fortunately, he brought some catnip in advance.

Yes, that's right, otherwise how could he attract the kitten and ensure Ron's safety at the same time. Voldemort was not a kind person. He would not survive if he found out that someone saw him making a deal with the Savior on the first day of school. Before Harry went out, he specifically saw Filch wandering around on the Marauder's Map. He only needed to make sure Ron followed him, and there was no need to do anything else.