Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Shut up! You ignorant idiot, don't you see that Dumbledore is worried?"

"Worry? He worries about so many things every day."

"Ow—"

"Don't hit me!"

Harry walked out of the office door, and the stone beast at the door jumped aside respectfully. Harry Potter was a frequent visitor to Dumbledore's office, and it was not shameful for the stone beast to please such a person.

"Hey, buddy, how's your study going?" Ron had just returned from the library and went up to the eighth floor to pick up his good friend Harry. Harry had helped him a lot in his studies during this period. At least now he could successfully catch up with the progress of most of his classmates. It was as if Harry had suddenly become a mentor, giving him some pointers and making him see things instantly.

To express gratitude, for a top student like Harry, perhaps companionship is a better way to express his gratitude. In the past, Harry always felt that there was a layer of distance between him and Ron, but now they have become very, very good brothers who are willing to trust each other for life and death. At least that's what Ron thinks.

"Oh, thank you so much," Harry grabbed Ron's shoulder, expressed his need for him, and encouraged Ron's progress, which Ron benefited greatly from.

"But I'll be there later—"

"I understand, I understand. You don't have to tell me. If anyone asks, I will say that you went back with me, and then you were too tired and fell asleep."

"What about Seamus and Neville..."

"Don't you know yet? Neville has always admired you very much. As for Seamus, I think he is even more fanatical than Neville now. Do you know that there is already a fan club in the school? And the vice-chairman of the fan club is Seamus."

Harry patted Ron on the shoulder to show that everything was clear.

After Ron said goodbye to Harry, he returned to his dormitory. "Today -"

"Understand, understood, no one of us will tell." Seamus got out of bed. Seeing that Harry did not come back with him, he was obviously a little disappointed, but soon he felt happy that he could do something for his idol.

Harry went down from the eighth floor to the first floor, passing by the school infirmary. He looked at Madam Pomfrey who was busy inside and remembered the thin young man he met that day. However, he disappeared soon and no one knew where he went. Dumbledore should know, Harry thought boredly.

He came to the basement again, the place where he changed his life, and walked from the dark corner to the bright sunshine.

After that, he walked to the deepest part of the underground, passed Professor Snape's office, and walked a few steps forward. It seemed that he had arrived in another space, which was mixed with some pink mist. He stepped over a barrier like water waves, looked at the dark and narrow environment inside, the shabby bed boards, and the food that was about to go bad.

And, there was a thin boy lying on the chopping board.

Obviously, the experiences during this period made his plump cheeks angular, and his originally fluffy and soft black hair became greasy and long. There was a foul odor coming from his abdomen, but there was still a sweet smile on the corners of his mouth. His eyes suddenly opened, and the emerald green pupils inside were dull and lifeless.

"Look," Harry bent down and gently patted the lying Harry with his hand, at the same time mercilessly pulled a few hairs from his head and stuffed them into his sleeves.

"How pitiful you are. Everyone only needs you as the savior. As for the real you being lost, who would care?"

"You've been missing for such a long time, and I've been pretending for such a long time. They all sighed and said, Harry, you've suddenly become so good. You used to be such a failure—"

Harry seemed a little crazy at this moment. He raised his arms and walked around in this small room. His tone seemed quite excited, as if he was thinking of his past that he couldn't bear to recall.

"No one can recognize you, except, except," Harry picked up the wand in his hand, with a look of envy and disgust on his face.

"Holly wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches, good, good, loyalty to the master -"

Harry threw his wand heavily to the ground, then stomped on it twice with his feet as if to vent his anger. The sudden force made the tattered bed shake twice.

"What a pity, what a pity, Harry. Today is the second to last time. You will die in a month. From now on, I will be you. I will have all your memories and all your opportunities."

"How stupid, how stupid. I have so many powerful things, but I can still be schemed against by this villain." Bai You's mind was jumping up and down. It was the first time that he felt such genuine feelings for this ally.

"Really? Isn't it? Aren't you best friends with Harry? Why are you so calm now?" Bai You turned around and questioned Harry. She was wearing a black velvet, exquisitely designed dress and a black lace hat. Her legs were tightly together, and she was sitting elegantly on the sofa. Under the shadow of the hat, Bai You could see her raised red lips. He was startled and then kept silent.

It's still going on outside.

"I will find a time to break your wand, and then choose a wand that belongs to me, a wand that truly belongs to me."

Harry's eyes were filled with tears at this moment.

"I will live a good life on your behalf and take good care of the people you consider important. However, that is based on the premise of completing the master's great plan—"

Harry put away the madness on his face, and then turned into the savior who was praised and liked by everyone and stole the show.

He walked out, and darkness once again enveloped the weak Harry. The next time it came, it would be Harry's death.

But is it really his death date? Harry is the savior that the wizarding world needs, the friend that Ron and Hermione need, the top seeker that Wood needs, the obedient chess piece that Dumbledore needs, the obedient godson of Sirius, and for Snape, the child of his beloved who inherited Lily's talent. This is all thanks to Harry pulling out two hairs for him.

He deliberately weakened the shadow of James Potter in himself.

In this silent and deserted corridor, Harry revealed his long-suppressed nature. He cast a silencing spell around himself, then began to laugh wildly, walked out with a swagger, and put the dusty wand into his waist.

Harry had never been so happy since he was born. He would soon have the name Harry and everything that the name Harry represented, including his family, friends, teachers, reputation, wealth, as well as his appearance and healthy body.

When the light came out, Harry put away the crazy expression on his face, and then turned into that gentle, knowledgeable, brave, just, handsome, powerful, and talented person -

Harry Potter

After he walked out, a corner of a black cloak flashed by.