Harry Potter and the Rebirth

At this time, the three of them were almost at the auditorium, which was bustling with activity, as if it was a prelude to a festival.

There were huge Christmas trees on both sides of the hall, with all kinds of fancy decorations on them. Harry remembered that Hagrid had moved in a few days ago, and his large figure was still floating in front of him.

Candles of various colors are floating above, as well as sparkling bell decorations. At this time, the ceiling has been replaced by a bright and vast starry sky, which is extremely beautiful.

There were some silver elks jumping around in the air, constantly changing. Sometimes it was a brave man holding a sword, tall and majestic, sometimes it was a graceful lady, walking slowly and gracefully, or perhaps it was Santa Claus driving a carriage, and the heavy carriage carried the childhood memories of many people -

Harry looked at all this in a daze, feeling as if he was soaking in warm water. Everything seemed so unreal. He clenched his fists tightly, pinching the wound from last night tightly, and then suddenly woke up.

That's right, Harry thought, as he watched the little wizards and witches laughing and playing around him.

At this time, the twin brothers came out from behind, one of them put an arm on Harry's shoulder, and then pressed him down so that he looked much shorter.

"Did you eat our gifts?"

"Did it turn out the way you like it?"

The twin brothers spoke at the same time, making Harry a little confused about who was speaking.

"Come on, turning Harry into a canary for Christmas is not a good idea." Ron freed Harry from his brother's confinement.

Neville got out of the crowd, walked to Harry, and handed him an exquisite gift box. "This is for you, Harry. Merry Christmas!"

To show her appreciation for the gift, Arlene immediately opened the package in front of him. Inside was a crystal ball, which she held in her hands without wrapping it.

"I, I——" Neville hesitated, "I, I often forget things, so I think this memory ball is very useful."

"Thank you..." Harry said politely. How could I forget something? I always remember everything in my heart and then ask for it back one by one.

But when Harry pulled out the package in his hand, the ball inside immediately turned red, as if it was about to drip blood.

Harry looked at me in surprise. Could it be that I really had something very important to tell him? Did I forget it?

Ron quickly snatched it from Harry's hand, "This thing must be broken, Harry's is always the best, do you think you are, Neville -"

Unexpectedly, after taking the memory ball from Harry's hand, the memory ball became even redder. Ron's heart sank, but he put on an expression of indifference, "Look, I told you, this balloon is probably broken."

Ron threw the ball into Neville's hands, turned around and pulled Harry towards the table. When the ball was in Neville's hands, it was still red.

Harry took a look when he was being pulled away, and it was still red. Could it be really broken?

Hermione looked at the scene in front of her with surprise. She always felt that there was something wrong with these people today, which was why she did not stop them.

When were Christmas presents given in person? She also received Neville's gift, was there something special about Harry? Why was Ron so rude? Why was Harry's hand so red holding the memory ball?

"Neville, can you let me try?" Hermione looked at the man standing there with his head down and silent, and spoke softly.

"OK--"

After Hermione took it, the red glass ball turned transparent. She stared at the reflection projected on it. The spherical reflective surface distorted her appearance. Hermione fell into deep thought.

Ron must know something, so she walked over quickly and sat down next to Ron.

"Harry, I just tried," Ron pinched Hermione's leg and glared at her.

Hermione felt the pain in her legs, and the tacit understanding that had developed over the past six months made her change her words as soon as they were about to come out of her mouth.

"Huh?" Harry turned his head, "The one I took was also red, it must be broken--" Hermione remained calm and changed the original meaning of her words.

"Oh - I see," Harry responded calmly, but he clearly felt that this was not what Hermione meant. He saw Ron turn his head and also saw the little movements of his hands. What exactly were they trying to hide?

Harry buried his head deeper, and the bangs on his forehead hid his thoughts and doubts under the shadow.

Hmm - today's grilled sausage is delicious.

Harry took a big bite. The rich tomato flavor mixed with the meat aroma, paired with the pizza with rich side dishes, which was baked for just the right amount of time, and a piece of Italian meat sauce and tomato lasagna, the rich cheese flavor exploded in his mouth.

People here live a really good life.

Oh - the popcorn smells very good too. It stays on the plate, and the fragrance emanating from it transforms into an iron hook. The sweet milky aroma mixed with the fragrance of corn hooks Harry's nostrils and keeps flickering.

Harry had a full meal, then said goodbye to the two people who were still fighting at the dining table. Harry left the hall through the door, then came to the hall from another place. He stood behind the pillar, watched coldly, and after standing quietly for a while, he turned around and left.

Harry woke up from his nap and put on the sweater knitted for him by Ron's mother, paired with tight jeans, and draped over the back a cloak of Sirius. Harry had not returned it since he gave it to him last time, so this meeting was just the right time to resolve this matter.

Harry looked at the wand thrown on the bedside, thought for a while, and decided not to take it. What could happen here? Dumbledore just asked him to go and check on someone. Besides, his ability was not determined by whether he took the wand or not.

He quietly walked out of the room. The two people in the dormitory were already asleep. Seamus went home for Christmas, so now only Ron and Neville were left in the dormitory.

After Harry left, Ron, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes immediately, put on the clothes placed next to the bedside table, and clenched his wand. Before leaving, he looked at the bulging bag next to him. Isn't Neville going home for Christmas? Doesn't he have a grandmother at home? How strange.

Harry arrived at the agreed place at the agreed time. There stood a thin old man, who was Dumbledore.

And then Sirius came over from the side, supporting someone. The familiar figure and the same face made Harry's eyes hurt, like a grain of sand getting into his eyes, extremely torturous.

It's just a little bit, just a little bit.