Harry Potter and the Rebirth

At this moment, Harry, who was in Dumbledore's office, felt his heart suddenly empty for no reason. Then a huge sense of panic, like a wave, hit him mercilessly and swept him into the vast ocean.

Tom came over at this time and asked, "What's wrong with you?" His expression was full of concern and his eyes were full of worry, but in fact they hid unknown calculations and shrewdness.

Harry clutched the clothes in front of his heart and began to breathe heavily, as if something had left him forever. He began to panic. Did this rebirth accelerate their death?

Gryffindor felt that the stable space began to shake, which had never happened since its establishment. Large pieces of debris began to fall into the lake from the blue sky, and some people were even injured. Ravenclaw walked out of the Hogwarts castle and looked up at this devastating scene with surprise in her expression. She had not expected this situation.

"Harry!"

Gryffindor's voice appeared in the office, and Harry was suddenly awakened. He struggled out of his emotional whirlpool and found that Senior Tom had disappeared. Gryffindor's photo frame floated down from the top and floated in front of him.

The entire space became stable, but the few fallen fragments could not be replaced.

The Gryffindor sighed.

The Harry in front of him had bloodshot eyes and an uneasy look on his face, with a few drops of wet tears in the corners of his eyes. His hair was messy and he looked extremely haggard.

"You should go and get some rest. If Dumbledore has any results, he will definitely inform you as soon as possible. The later he shows up, the better Sirius' condition will be. This means they still have a solution."

Gryffindor racked his brains and searched for some words from his mind, trying to prove that Sirius was in very good condition now, so that Harry could feel more at ease.

Unfortunately, this seemed to be of no help. Harry came out of the office that day in a daze, and that experience became extremely vague in his mind. He could only see Dumbledore's face full of sorrow, his mouth opening and closing, saying things he didn't want to hear, and then there was a long silence.

Dumbledore pulled a small, almost invisible purple ball from his sleeve. Harry tried to take it, but was refused.

Then, he walked out of the office, feeling unusually calm. Harry was not very sad, but a little confused. Then, his footsteps took him to Sirius' office. He sat on the chair he usually sat on, resting his head on the soft leather, smelling the familiar smell. It seemed that the owner of this chair had just left, and there were some sundries piled in the drawer.

The Quidditch model on the table was still spinning and flying, and the winning team would clap and high-five from time to time. Harry lay on the table, staring blankly with lifeless eyes.

Oh, this team won, and this team lost.

He sat there from dusk till dawn, lying there all night without closing his eyes for a single moment.

Harry only felt that he had lost his emotional experience, which was especially clear when facing his friends. He no longer had that feeling of excitement, excitement, sadness or nostalgia. It was only his original habits that led him to socialize.

When Ron and Hermione noticed this, their hearts jumped into their throats and began to beat wildly. Could it be that Harry was -

They didn't feel relieved until they saw Dudley appear. They were very confused at first, until they no longer saw Sirius on the teacher's table, they realized something was wrong. Later, a strange young teacher reappeared in Sirius's original position.

This was their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Harry clapped his hands in honor, stuffed all the food on the plate into his mouth, and began chewing with an expressionless face, as if he was a ruthless eating machine.

Draco stood up from the Slytherin table, walked across the hall, came behind Harry, then squeezed Ron out and sat next to Harry.

"This treacle pie is delicious today. Would you like one?"

After Harry took it, he said thank you politely.

After seeing Harry's reaction, Draco didn't say anything else, but just moved closer to him, hoping that the warmth of his proximity could bring some comfort to him psychologically.

He looked at the strange teacher at the dining table. The students below were talking about it. Dumbledore's words were vague. He only said that Sirius had something to deal with and he was in a hurry to deal with it, so it was a pity that he could no longer be their teacher.

Most of the students expressed their regret, some from Slytherin House showed smug expressions. Snape, who usually disagreed with Sirius, did not show any gloating expression now. Instead, he looked a little sad. This was the answer Draco got from the expressionless old professor.

Dudley had lost weight again in the past few days. He had gradually developed a handsome appearance, attracting some infatuated little witches. He turned his head and looked across the many Gryffindor students who were eating, and saw Harry's calm profile. He was still eating, sleeping, attending classes and practicing normally, as if Sirius's departure had no effect on him at all.

until--

"sorry Sorry."

Harry bumped into Dudley and apologized quickly. He rubbed his red and swollen forehead and then hurried to the next class. Harry didn't look up the whole time, just staring blankly at the floor.

"Hey, wait a moment."

Dudley grabbed Harry's arm and forced him to look up. "Why are you ignoring me?"

Harry looked a little dazed, "I'm so sorry."

When Dudley saw Harry like this, he was inexplicably holding his breath. How could someone who was equally matched with him become like this? Wasn't he capable? Wasn't he liked by everyone? Wasn't he powerful? Why was he so weak now?

"what are you doing!"

Ron chatted with his brother in the back for a few words, and then he found that Harry was blocked by Dudley. He was still quite far away, so he began to shout loudly, hoping that his voice could scare Dudley, and then he ran over quickly, and the Weasley twins followed.

Fred slapped Dudley's hand away, and George placed Harry behind him, blocking Dudley's probing gaze with his body. He smiled wryly, "What's up, little brother? What's the matter?"