Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Here, Gryffindor ran out of the window in the corridor, followed by a white milky ghost, Peeves, who was holding a gong in his hand and kept beating it behind him.

"Don't miss it if you pass by, the portrait will fly away!" Many students around were startled and looked up, but only Peeves was howling everywhere.

Then he was caught by Professor McGonagall who was attracted by the noise and was severely punished. Peeves was scolded dejectedly, then looked up at a certain place in the sky angrily, and finally opened his eyes wide. Why did he see a familiar figure? Was he dazzled?

Gryffindor had a great time at Hogwarts, but Harry, who stayed in the office, was attacked by a group of headmasters. They all kept asking him what was going on. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Harry had something to do with the ancestor who suddenly appeared.

At this time, Dumbledore appeared in the office with the gift given to him by Nicomel. He looked very serious. He had just come out of Nott Manor and there was still anger in his heart.

But when he saw Harry, he restrained the unnecessary expression on his face and put on a familiar smile again, and then Dumbledore focused on the worn-out crown. What was this? Countless nouns passed through his mind, like meteors in the sky, disturbing, but unable to measure the brightest one.

"It's the diadem of Ravenclaw, and it's also one of Voldemort's Horcruxes."

Very good, this is it. Dumbledore found the unique one among the many meteors. Harry's words were like the handle and string of a kite, pulling him to the correct answer.

When the correct answer appeared in front of him, he suddenly realized it, but it seemed natural. Given Harry's performance over the past six months, anything that happened was very reasonable.

He sat down, put the crown in his hand, and looked at it carefully. In the center of the crown was engraved a line of words, "Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."

In his hand, the crown took off the outer layer of old iron sheet and fell sparsely on the table. Some of them were mixed on the pile of jumping cockroaches. A little chocolate liquid wrapped the iron sheet. Dumbledore took a look, and then a small blue whirlwind appeared on the desk.

The thin paper on top did not move at all, but the pile of lively cockroaches and their scattered corpses were sucked into the whirlwind and then slipped out of the window.

The crown revealed its appearance a thousand years ago, shining brightly, but there were ominous wisps of black air entwined around the crown.

"Tom has really gone to that step. This is what I least want to see--" Dumbledore whispered softly, his drooping eyelids blocking his blue eyes. He seemed to feel sorry for the most popular and influential figure in his school days, because he was lamenting for the little boy he personally brought from the orphanage to the magical world.

"Okay, okay, why are you pretending to be a good person here? Back then, that book -"

Under the sunlight, the shadow of the desk appears particularly dark, almost absorbing all the light. No light can escape from his field of vision, just like a rotating black hole.

Now the black hole gradually disappeared and condensed into a human figure. Dumbledore could see his face clearly, but Harry could do nothing. He could only see a vague outline of a human figure. Judging from the voice, he should be very young.

At the same time, this strange life form was also the witness of the unbreakable vow he made with Dumbledore. This was the second time Harry saw him.

Harry looked it over carefully.

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Tom. Tom winked mischievously and put one hand in front of his mouth, making a zipper motion, indicating that he would not talk too much, especially in front of Harry now. Everything was too immature and nothing had reached maturity yet.

The sound of "shatter into pieces" came from Dumbledore's mouth, and then turned into a powerful spell, hitting the crown. The crown was hit by a huge force and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, but it was unharmed.

Dumbledore frowned, and a ball of black gas emerged from above the crown and condensed into the figure that Dumbledore least wanted to see, a beautiful girl. Next to her was a person with the same face as him, looking at him with hatred.

"It's all your fault. You were in love with that freak and killed your own sister."

Obviously, although this set of words touched Dumbledore's scars, time is the best medicine, and he found his own relief.

Dumbledore walked over and hugged the shadow, "It's great! I can see you again."

His deep blue eyes turned into a melancholy sea at this moment, staring at the lively girl. Even in such a situation, the sister still refused to treat her brother with a bad attitude, and just turned her head away.

"You coward! Coward!"

The black energy provoked Harry, who was watching worriedly, only to find that he was worrying for nothing. Dumbledore seemed very calm. He took a last look at his sister, and finally a blue flame came out of the old wand. It did not give people a burning feeling, but Harry recognized that this was the Fiendfyre in the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam that day.

Seeing that the puzzle was useless, the crown hurriedly floated into the air, and then tried to slip away through the window. How could Dumbledore let him do that? Gryffindor's frame had enough fun, so he returned the same way and happened to meet the crown. He wanted to slip away with the crown, so he treated himself as a table tennis racket and another object as a table tennis ball, fixed the horizontal axis of the center and tilted it 70 degrees, and finally hit the crown hard.

A graceful parabola was drawn in the air and was caught by Dumbledore's Fiendfyre. The two men turned a deaf ear to the wailing and cursing, but it was a pity that some of the headmasters from Ravenclaw came behind them.

"That's the Ravenclaw diadem."

The picture frame of Gryffindor was floating quietly in the air at this time, looking at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked alert. The legend about the founding of Hogwarts had not been confirmed by later generations. He just chose the widely circulated one to add a layer of mystery to it and give it a long history.

He noticed that the wall on the side was infinitely elongated and there was a blank portrait frame missing, just like the one with an extra portrait of a man.

"you are?"

Harry had a sense of déjà vu when a great king met a lesser king. They were both powerful figures of their time. Who was more powerful? He was happy to watch the fun.