Harry Potter and the Rebirth

When Seamus cast a Transfiguration spell, he actually exploded. His hair had changed from brown to burnt brown, standing on end. His face was dark, and he looked like a white man with the demeanor of a black man.

He exhaled lightly, as if he had eaten charcoal.

The little wizards nearby all changed their shock and fear into laughter when they saw this scene. There is no doubt that Seamus has become famous, the Little Prince of Explosion, and he deserves the title.

Well, no wonder he was asked to blow up the bridge in the final Battle of Hogwarts. It really made the best use of it.

Although he protected the classmates around him, Harry's face became even uglier, because at this moment, Malfoy's voice suddenly appeared in his mind. Yesterday, he asked Malfoy to lose the note to Quirrell in the middle of the journey.

Harry's hair stood on end, his hands trembled slightly, and in just a short moment, cold sweat covered his entire body. If Voldemort knew his trump card and disrupted the development of his previous life, he didn't know what the world would become.

Why did Malfoy throw away the note?

It was obvious that he was under system control and would not do anything to harm Harry mentally. Moreover, during the past few years of getting along with him, he could feel his sincerity.

Professor McGonagall noticed that something was wrong with Harry and thought that the young wizard had used too much magic. She asked Ron, who was beside Harry, to help Harry go to Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary for a check-up.

Harry didn't refuse, he knew he wouldn't be able to teach in this situation.

The young wizards behind were talking about it, saying that he was truly worthy of being the savior. In this situation, he could actually cast a spell that most third graders were unable to cast.

Professor McGonagall felt a little distressed and exempted Harry from the Transfiguration homework. Ron, who was standing next to him, looked at the trembling Harry with worry, and he helped Harry walk out of the classroom step by step.

At this time, Harry held Ron's hand and took him to a secluded place with a serious look. Ron also felt the solemn atmosphere.

Harry said, "Let's go to Dumbledore's office on the 8th floor first. I have something to talk to the headmaster about. Do you want to go back to the classroom first, or come with me?"

Ron looked at Harry's current state and was a little worried. Besides, who would be able to attend class in a hurry? Unless they were the top students.

He smiled and said, I'll go with you, even though he had just been exposed in front of Dumbledore last night, he still wanted to accompany Harry.

At that moment, Harry chose to use a spell to protect them all. Ron seemed to have come to the magical world for the first time and felt the danger of magic. When he heard the sound, he seemed to have just recovered from the peaceful era in his previous life.

Harry seemed to see Ron from his previous life. He smiled, patted Ron on the shoulder, took his hand and ran quickly to the eighth floor.

In front of the stone beast in the principal's office, Ron was panting with exhaustion. He looked at Harry with admiration, but his face was slightly red. Could this be the legendary savior? His physical fitness was so strong.

Lemon Sherbet, cockroach pile, Harry tried hard to search his mind for the name of the candy that might be the password to the headmaster's office. If he had known, he would have carried a list of Honeydukes' candies in his pocket at all times. Harry was a little exasperated at this time.

Ron, who was standing next to him, looked at Harry's face which was gradually darkening, and shrank to the side without saying a word.

At this time, Dumbledore came from behind, walking slowly with a smile on his face, as if something great had happened.

Harry looked at Dumbledore in front of him and felt like the eunuch was anxious instead of the emperor. Why should I be in a hurry for something like saving the world? Harry felt a little regretful. Even if the sky fell, Dumbledore was still there to hold it up.

After spending several years together, Harry had long lost the respect he had for the headmaster in his previous life, because who would be such a headmaster?

When Harry was undergoing Moody's devilish training, he was watching with a smile on his face. From time to time, he would pull out a cockroach from his pocket and bite it hard. The black chocolate crumbs stuck to his white beard. It was as if Harry was meeting this candy-loving old naughty boy for the first time.

From time to time, I would test him, test his thoughts on wizards and muggles, test his attitude towards Hogwarts, test whether he agreed with that teacher's ideas, and test whether he had any ideas about unifying the wizarding world.

Even though he wanted to control his every move so much, he still said that he trusted Harry very much.

So who was the one who secretly followed him last night? Harry knew that Dumbledore was behind Ron, so he should also know about Professor Quirrell's sudden disappearance.

At this moment, Harry suddenly realized something that he had not considered before. How should he explain Voldemort's sudden disappearance to this suspicious old professor?

But he couldn't care less about these things at this moment, because he was not sure that the soul he absorbed last night was Voldemort.

He decided to ask Dumbledore himself. But Ron, who was standing next to him, suddenly realized that there was another person next to him, but Harry felt that Ron was not suitable to listen to this matter at this time, and the fewer people who knew about this matter, the better.

Dumbledore seemed to see what Harry was thinking at the moment. No, he saw it. What kind of headmaster would use Legilimency on students at any time? Although the deep thoughts were protected by the ferret, the shallow thoughts were clearly visible under Dumbledore's scrutiny.

Harry's forehead was now full of black lines.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Ron, thank you for sending Harry here. I remember this class is Transfiguration, otherwise you should go to class first, we have something to talk about." Ron actually didn't want to stay here for a long time, and he was a little scared when he saw Dumbledore's smiling expression.

Following the principle of "a friend's death is better than my own", Ron hugged Harry, turned around, and walked away from their sight.

Dumbledore said, "Young people nowadays have great physical strength." He also noticed Ron's inexplicable awe of him. No, it wasn't inexplicable.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes because he found something very interesting from Ron's mind yesterday.

But don't be in a hurry, no one wants to figure out everything, there are many unknown things in the world. He also holds a respectful mentality and allows these things to happen and exist, such as the savior in front of him.

Harry couldn't wait any longer. He said, "You were able to confirm at the dinner table yesterday whether Professor Quirrell had Voldemort attached to him."

Dumbledore was not surprised at all when he heard this question. He simply replied, "I'm sure."

"What about last night?" Harry continued to ask, "When you were following me, could you be sure whether Professor Quirrell in front of you still had Voldemort?"

Dumbledore nodded. Harry heaved a sigh of relief, and sank his consciousness back into his own mind. He walked to the glass wall and looked at Quirrell sleeping in his head. He decided that it was time to wake him up.

Harry did not explain why he suddenly asked these questions, and Dumbledore did not intend to explore. This was the way they had been getting along for the past few years.

Ever since Harry brought the house-elf Dobby to Dumbledore, wanting him to adopt Dobby and have him work in the Hogwarts kitchen just like in his previous life, Dobby suddenly disappeared from their sight.

Then it came to Harry's mind, and he knew that in front of Dumbledore, he had been looked at so thoroughly that not even his underwear was left.