Harry Potter and the Rebirth

And this person followed Harry all day long, appeared out of nowhere in Hogwarts, and was in the same dormitory as Harry without being sorted. He exuded a wrong aura.

He is always causing trouble and doesn't get along well with Harry. He doesn't look like Harry's cousin as the professor said, although his facial features are somewhat similar to Harry's with his broad cheeks.

Dudley choked at the answer.

"Oh, no, don't you understand what I mean?" Dudley was a little unwilling to give up.

Neville refused to talk to this bad guy. He lay on the bed and covered his head with the quilt. He was not good at talking and couldn't win the argument with that guy.

Dudley seemed to have found something interesting. Logically speaking, he had at least 78% or % grasp of the darkness of human nature, if not %. There were no such things as bright and handsome people. They were all hypocritical and good at hiding themselves.

He carefully walked around to the front of the bed, accurately avoiding several of the bed's corners to prevent himself from hitting his piles of fat.

He would have to lose weight sooner or later, Dudley made up his mind.

Then he used brute force to pull the quilt off Neville's head. Today he had to force something out of this little fat boy. Harry, Harry, he couldn't handle it, but he was a savior after all, so it was normal for him to be difficult to deal with.

When he met Dumbledore, he backed off. After all, he was one of the most powerful wizards in the world and had so many titles. It was normal for him to lose the fight.

But he was defeated in front of this ordinary little fat guy, who was just a professor. That guy Qi Luo was not easily subdued by his master, and now no one knows where he is lying.

The two of them tugged on the bed for several times, and Neville, who was always good-tempered, became a little angry. His cheeks flushed and he wanted to say something, but when it came to quarreling, his vocabulary was extremely limited.

"Are you really not jealous of Harry?"

Neville paused in pulling, and Dudley seemed to have found some leverage and began to attack frantically, but his heart was in slight pain at this time, which was still within the tolerable range.

"You're really annoying. Being excellent is a result of one's ability." Neville bent his legs and kicked Dudley hard in the abdomen. Dudley instantly fell like a parabola and hit the wall heavily.

Neville felt a little guilty, as if he had pulled too hard unintentionally. He hurried off the bed and squatted beside Dudley to check.

The snake coiled on Dudley's finger seemed frightened. He looked at the two fighting little wizards, then crawled back into Harry's bed dissatisfied. It was better to go to sleep.

Dudley changed his strategy, and began to use the fact that he was injured by Neville to morally blackmail Dudley. Neville, who was soft-hearted, felt extremely guilty because he was wrong, and began to chat with Dudley calmly.

“I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart. After all, I am so much inferior to others. But,” the man stared at Dudley seriously, “I have been used to being scolded by my grandmother since I was a child. My parents—”

He hung his head dejectedly. Dudley was a little stunned and was still hesitating whether to change the subject. He was not here to be his confidant big brother.

"My grandmother taught me a truth since I was a child: blocking others from shining will not make you brighter. The moon is not wrong, but the people who do not allow it to shine are wrong."

Dudley seemed to have magic power. Neville stared into his eyes and began to speak out what was in his heart. Few people were willing to listen to a fool like him babble about his unknown and trivial thoughts.

Dudley stood there in a daze. It seemed as if these words had hit him to the heart, and a hole was suddenly opened in his tightly closed heart.

The playful look on his face just now began to become serious, but after interacting with the little fat boy, he could see clearly the sparkling and shining soul hidden beneath his clumsy body and words and deeds.

His expression gradually became gentle. People who have walked in the dark for a long time will always be moved by the pure and gentle moonlight, and stare at them infatuatedly, eager to possess it for themselves, or get closer to it.

Ron, who was standing at the door, had a slight smile on his face. He had come back when they were fighting, but he was still hesitating whether he should go in or not, as it would make both sides seem a little embarrassed.

As expected of someone who could pull out the sword of Gryffindor, Ron leaned against the door, feeling that his irritable mood suddenly cleared up.

Harry is very good, but I am not bad either. He has great magical powers and is good at Charms and Transfiguration. Then I have to observe the stars in the sky carefully and remember astronomy and history of magic clearly.

Harry is extremely talented in Quidditch, so I will work hard on wizard chess. I will get up early every day to run and become the fastest runner among wizards. I will try my best to catch up with him and turn this jealousy into motivation to move forward. Ron thought narcissistically, "Birds of a feather flock together." Being able to become friends with such an outstanding person like Harry means that I also have great potential.

He remembered some remarks from his previous life that only people with the same magnetic field can resonate at the same frequency.

He pushed open the door with a smile and decided to start his new journey. He would make up for his shortcomings and compare himself with others because that was the source of his pain.

At this time, Dudley patted Neville's shoulder, walked silently to his bed, and began to make his own weight loss plan. At this point, his movements were restricted, and he could not see his master. Dumbledore was still watching from the side.

Why not experience the life of a student and see how they spend their time? Dudley found that, apart from the task of the master, this period of time was really great. He could go to class whenever he wanted, with a soft bed, delicious food, and people with shining souls by his side.

Why not, just leave it at that for now?

"You are so lucky."

Harry picked up the orange juice in front of him and drank it in one gulp. He didn't see Ron. The people around him were bustling around, all laughing and talking. Without friends around to share this joy, happiness seemed worthless. After playing for a while, Hermione picked up her book and ran to the library.

But I didn't expect that Dudley's voice suddenly appeared in my mind. It was not the usual sarcastic tone, but a very ordinary emotion, a kind of envy.

He was away from the center of the crowd and felt a little tired at the moment, but he still had to return to his dormitory, enter the Gryffindor space, and start a new round of study. The storm was about to come, and he did not have much time to rest.

Harry quietly opened the door and tiptoed to his bed. They were all asleep, except Seamus's, which was still empty.

He crawled into his quilt and kicked the two hibernating snakes in the quilt to the far side. In this cold weather, the coldness was not so comfortable. Then he closed his eyes, entered the space, and started the class.