Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harley came closer. As someone who was in the same body as her, she was very happy to see him looking sad.

Dietary Summary…

Harry turned his head to try to read the words clearly, but was shocked when he saw them. Was there no need to learn cooking? She told Gryffindor about her doubts.

Gryffindor paused for a moment while reading the list, and Harry raised his head hopefully. His hair was now a mess, mostly due to his own restless hands. Was this all he needed to learn?

Also, dietary essentials? Harry didn't think he needed to learn that.

"No, no, no, this is not about cooking. If you want to know more about it, you can learn from Harry."

Harley's head was shaking like a rattle. She had a lot of classes scheduled recently, and she also had to deal with Bai You's bad temper from time to time. He often teased her that she slept like a Sleeping Beauty and finally had to be woken up by the prince's smell.

Harley felt offended, and then used the skills she had learned to have a good fight with Bai You. What a pervert, he said nothing nice all day long and just wanted to take advantage of her. When Harley thought of this, her ears turned red.

In her world, the only people she gets along with for a long time are Bai You and Harry. As for Gryffindor, his role is more like a teacher. Harry will not have a particularly close relationship with her teacher, especially someone who assigns her so many courses every day, it will be even harder to like him.

Gryffindor thought for a moment, then casually pulled out a book from the space. The cover of the book was exquisite, with all kinds of jewels painted on it, shining with gold, as if they could be taken out of the paper at the next moment.

"Is this for me?" Harry was very interested in this shiny thing. How could it be so beautiful? She looked at a crown painted on it and dug it out from her past life memories. It should be what the Queen of England usually wears, right? Or was it used during the coronation?

"No, this is what Harry needs to learn."

"Me?" Harry straightened his back and pointed his finger at his face, his face full of disbelief. The hair on his head also expressed its owner's shock, shaking around, looking particularly impatient.

"You'll know just by looking at it."

Gryffindor placed the book in front of Harry. At first glance, Harry was also attracted by the crown. However, unlike Harry who was attracted by the beautiful appearance, he had actually seen it in real life.

crown?

He raised his head, thinking about something. Gryffindor nodded to him affirmatively. Harry immediately opened the catalog. The dust inside made him cough a few times.

Harry felt that there was no point in staying there. She had already finished today's classes and wanted to go back there to rest. After saying hello to Gryffindor, she disappeared from this space.

Gryffindor escorted Harry into the classroom, where the teacher was already waiting. She was an elegant old woman with a lot of charm as time went by. She was wearing a dark red cheongsam with a dragon embroidered on the side using a mixture of black and gold threads.

On top of that, she had an exquisite hairstyle that neatly pinned up her silver hair.

Harry looked a little uneasy in his seat; he wasn't really good at communicating with people like this.

After seeing the scene in the classroom clearly, Gryffindor smiled and then came to the principal's office in the castle. The stone beast had no soul, it just mechanically sensed the man's arrival and jumped aside.

An elegant lady stood inside, looking at the portraits on the wall, none of which moved, as if they were just exquisite Muggle paintings.

I heard some noise behind me.

Ravenclaw turned around and looked at Gryffindor who had hurried over. After a thousand years, the two old friends finally had an undisturbed meeting.

Gryffindor wanted to speak, but Rowena put her slender fingers next to her mouth and said softly, "I know what you want to say, and I also know why those things happened, but now is not the right time. It is not enough for you to discover this matter. Only when the protagonist of the matter discovers it, the mystery will be solved again."

Godric hated the Riddler the most, but he looked at his friend's familiar face and nodded stupidly, then rushed over and held Rowena tightly in his arms.

The tall and majestic figure wrapped the petite body tightly. Godric buried his head in Rowena's neck and took a few deep breaths. Rowena hugged Godric and patted his back gently. She had no intention of pushing him away. Then she regretted it a little, because the Ravenclaw felt her neck was wet.

It was obvious that the man was crying.

Two people were silently enjoying this warmth, while a lady was standing in the corridor. She looked very lonely. Finally, she sighed softly, and her long high heels made a clicking sound on the floor.

Here, Harley returned to the space and lay on the bed that Bai You had transformed for her. She took a deep breath, and the scent of lavender around her made her feel at ease.

She ignored Bai You who was sitting next to her, and Bai You was obviously thinking about something at the moment. Due to the revocation of his authority, he no longer had the ability to know more about the outside world. Not only was Harry's voice blocked from him, but he could only see the outside world occasionally, and most of it was like it was now, dark and thin, with only a few millimeters left. In the dim space, there was also a woman who slept all day.

Really, he had never seen anyone who could sleep better than her. She spent almost 24/2 of the 3 hours a day lying in bed. There was really nothing he could do about her.

Harley opened her eyes. Lying in bed for a long time made her body look extremely tired and she had no strength at all.

She opened her mouth and called out lazily, "Xiao Baibai, help me up quickly."

"Hey~ You finally woke up. You don't know how bored I am in this place. Where's Harry? Where's that kid Harry?"

"All you know is asking about Harry. You keep talking about him all day long."

The two began to laugh and play, as if they had completely forgotten the previous fights and injuries. They both tacitly chose to forget. Only forgetting could allow them to keep each other warm in this cage and hold each other together. After all, they were just a bird in a cage and could not fly out.

Harry was lying on the bed at this time, with Ron beside him. There was a wider bed on the other side, with a mountain of flesh lying on it. The mountain of flesh was facing the window, using its broad back to isolate itself from the people behind.

Ron leaned against the quilt, holding a long string of paper in his hand, and his heart was filled with tears for Hermione's help. Reviewing ten weeks in advance, in the previous life, means preparing for the final exam before the midterm exam. Is this the world of academic masters?

Seamus came closer, climbed onto Ron's bed and put his head close. Ron was not used to his sudden closeness and moved away. Then he saw Seamus's sad expression, which made him feel uncomfortable. Did he go too far?