Harry Potter and the Rebirth

“I asked them what door it was?”

"them?"

Harry keenly noticed the changes in the subject titles in the previous and subsequent contexts. When did the number of people increase again?

"Yes, them." Sirius's expression suddenly became dazed. "He lifted his hood, and it turned out to be them."

He couldn't describe the scene he saw. This went against the genetic instincts in the human body. When a person was in extreme fear and terror, he would just stand there, his body trembling, and his brain going blank.

Due to the extreme fright, the image was cut into pieces by his mind as a self-defense mechanism, but the occasional fragments of memory that were revealed still made people shudder.

They call themselves angels, but their bodies are densely covered with various human organs. Countless eyes are combined together, and each eye closes at a different frequency. There is a small head inside the big head, and the facial features are combined together abstractly. The arms and legs are in the opposite position. The mouth grows inside, and there is a thin layer of skin wrapped around it, and then covered with a layer of teeth.

Sirius' legs were shaking a little. He held on to the sofa with one hand and then slowly sat down. Harry handed him a cup of hot cocoa at the right time, and Sirius sipped it without knowing the taste.

Sirius said nothing, yet said everything.

"You go back today," Dumbledore once again issued an order to expel the guest.

"I--" Sirius wanted to refuse, but Dumbledore did not allow any doubt. He cast a sleeping spell on Sirius, and he fell on the sofa with a thud.

The lifted robe revealed the fine mysterious lines on one of his arms. Dumbledore looked solemn, and Harry knew that the situation was not good. He stood up from the sofa and looked at Dumbledore.

"I don't know much about this kind of thing. Call Snape first and ask him to bring all the potions that can heal the wound."

Harry stood there, closing his eyes.

No matter how many times Dumbledore had seen it, he was still amazed by this ability.

"When I leave, tell Professor McGonagall that I'll have to trouble her to take care of my affairs for the next few days."

The waiting time was long. Snape hurried over with bottles and jars. Dumbledore gave a few instructions and put the potions into his robe.

Fawkes flew down from his nest and landed on Sirius. This time, without Dumbledore's reminder, he could feel the vitality on the surface, but in fact, it was a skinny and dried-up body.

The bright little snake wrapped itself around Fox's legs, then opened its fangs and bit Fox hard in the torso.

Countless tears fell on Sirius' body. His ruddy face gradually turned pale, and his lips turned from the normal red to purple. Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fox!"

Fawkes let out a long howl, and his body was instantly covered with golden-red flames, then wrapped up Dumbledore and Sirius.

"Can I -" Before Harry could finish his cry, Dumbledore had disappeared from the office.

"Go too—"

Harry stood there dejectedly.

There was a small commotion in the auditorium at this time, because there were suddenly two strange handsome men and beautiful women in the school. The key point was that they did not seem to understand the difference between the colleges. One girl, who was wearing Slytherin's uniform, sat down in front of Hermione and squeezed Ron out.

Ron, who was pushed out, did not blame anyone. Instead, his cheeks flushed red and he stood there stammering. He had only seen such a beautiful girl in comics.

She had black hair and black eyes, and her temperament was dignified and elegant. She exuded a sense of mystery, like a monk from the East. Ron was very fond of her.

Hermione couldn't bear to watch.

The girl next to her was a little too close to her, and she smelled so good that she started to stutter.

"You, you, aren't you going to Slytherin? You should be eating at that long table."

"I knew."

Harley said she didn't care, she still felt safe and familiar with the place in her memory, and as for what other people thought of her, what did it matter to her? Harley felt that she didn't need to consider other people's opinions.

Hermione was feeling a little complicated at the moment. A good friend suddenly became two, a man and a woman. It always felt a little weird.

At the Slytherin table, Draco stared at the Gryffindor table, looking at the girl sitting there. His cheeks turned red unconsciously, his ears were steaming, and his mouth was dry. Suddenly, his close and like-minded good friends suddenly had a gender-changed version, hiss -

Pansy noticed Draco's strange behavior and immediately thought of the new rumors that came out today. Her eyes also fell on the girl with black hair and black eyes. The two of them looked at each other unconsciously.

"She has such beautiful eyes." This was Pansy's first impression of Harry.

There is another person. Who is this person?

Sitting at the Hufflepuff dining table was a disheveled and unruly Ravenclaw, with his outer wizard robe draped loosely on his body and his inner shirt only buttoned once, revealing his collarbone. He also had a silver necklace around his neck. He didn't look like a student who was still in school, but rather a playboy who was indulging in the world of love and flowers.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting at the table, stared seriously at the student who suddenly appeared. She could hardly bear it any longer. There were obviously other students with different styles of clothes, and the school did not have any rules to control the way clothes were worn.

But the feeling it gives to each person is different.

At this time, a handsome boy stood up from the Hufflepuff table and walked up to Bai You. "Classmate, I know you just transferred here and are not familiar with the rules here. Let me introduce them to you."

Bai You took a quick glance and didn't want to pay attention to this boy who suddenly appeared. Then he felt his body standing up uncontrollably. It turned out that it was a huge force coming from the back of his neck.

Then his shirt was marked one by one by the boy. He stared at the slender and beautiful fingers on his chest and suddenly felt very interesting.

Cedric straightened Bai You's clothes, took two sandwiches from the dining table, and pulled him out of the table.

Professor McGonagall looked at Cedric with satisfaction. Finally there was a student who met her expectations. Now that the absent professors had returned, she should be able to rest for a while, play Quidditch, or have a drink in the Three Broomsticks pub. Life would be so wonderful.