Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry was silent for a moment, thinking of his teacher. When he first came in, he was wearing a shabby gray suit with several holes in his trouser legs. He held a thick book under his left arm. The cover of the book was wrapped in black printed paper with a few big words printed on it: Shakespeare's Comedies and Tragedies.

The teacher was obviously very passionate about drama, and in subsequent classes, Harry watched the speed at which his faces changed and realized for the first time that the subject he was talking about, mental illness, was being spoken from his own experience, and told Harry his own story.

He originally lived in the basement of a Broadway hotel in the UK. Because his face was too ugly, he dared not see people and could only observe the lives of people above through the cracks in the floor every day.

Until one day, a beautiful girl appeared on the stage. She was radiant and immediately attracted his attention. He wanted to retreat because of his ugliness, but he could not resist the love that was growing in his heart, so one day he confessed his love to the girl.

The girl was a little resistant to his darkness, but later she saw his precious heart as they got along. In the end, they overcame all worldly difficulties and lived happily together.

"Harry?"

Grindelwald saw Harry fall silent and shook his hands. Was this a difficult question? Could it be that he had never heard of this thing?

"It's schizophrenia," Harry said suddenly.

It was not until the teacher was taken back to the space by Gryffindor when he died that he discovered that he had spent the rest of his life immersed in his own fantasy. He was still the person who peeped at other people's happiness through cracks in the darkness.

He had never climbed up to the ground level because the smell in the basement was too strong. The people who brought him food smelled the stench and discovered his rotting body curled up in the corner.

Would you say he was unhappy? But in his mind, he met a lover who could touch his pure soul, and they knew each other, accompanied each other, and grew old together.

Who can tell what is true and what is false?

The girl in reality was a lady from an aristocratic family and eventually married into the royal family, but he only took a startled glance at her and threw her away for the rest of his life. Perhaps no one will ever know about this heavy love.

Grindelwald nodded. That made everything clear. Then he looked at Harry with even more pity. After experiencing such hardships at such a young age, his mental state was already abnormal.

"Don't feel sorry for me."

Harry felt the hairs on his body stand up and he got countless goose bumps. This kind of look on Grindelwald seemed a little inappropriate.

"Then how did you get out? I'm curious, is it so easy to enter and exit a space like this?"

"I don't know either." Harry shook his head. He only vaguely remembered that it was a very magnificent palace with a throne at the innermost part and a familiar man sitting on it. Only a vague fragment flashed in his mind. As for their future, perhaps only Sirius could know clearly.

"Okay, I think I know most of it now. Come with me to Dumbledore's place. There are some things you should know."

Oh? Harry was confused. What else?

"By the way, how are you preparing for your final exam? It will probably be soon."

Harry suddenly woke up from all this and suddenly remembered his identity as a student. Hiss -

So he is not afraid of some practical classes, but, but, he doesn’t remember much about History of Magic. And that damn astronomy class, what’s so good about a bunch of crappy stars?

Harry walked with heavy steps, feeling that time was too short. It would probably take him two or three days to finish reading the entire book.

They soon arrived at Dumbledore's place. Looking at the obstruction on Grindelwald's cheek, Dumbledore seemed a little disappointed. He knocked down a small portrait on the table. Grindelwald noticed this scene with his sharp eyes, and rushed over in three or two steps, but was stopped by Snape who was standing nearby.

"you--"

Looking at the audacious Professor Batman, Harry finally showed an expression of watching a good show. There were actually people in the world who dared to stop Grindelwald. Even Voldemort didn't have the courage.

"Does he know?" Grindelwald asked without any context.

"I don't know yet, but he is trustworthy." Dumbledore seemed to understand what Grindelwald meant, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Snape was greatly shocked. He had originally wanted to apply for the position in the Defense Against Magic class, but Dumbledore told him that there was already a better candidate. He was a little hesitant when he saw the young man at first, until he saw the imposing old man standing in front of him, with two eyes of different colors.

Snape consciously retracted his steps and then stepped back. Before Harry could retract his gloating expression, Snape caught it with his sharp eyes and glared at him fiercely.

Harry shrank his neck, and when Snape turned around, he silently mouthed, "How dare you!"

Dumbledore saw the farce clearly and seemed very happy. He looked at Snape and asked him to look back. Harry, who was making trouble, was caught in an instant. Snape could no longer bear it and hit him on the head.

Harry cried out in pain and squatted in the corner with his head in his hands.

"That's great. Harry has become lively again, like a child who is loved by everyone."

In the space of the envelope, the purple round bead lay quietly on the ground, and an illusory figure floated out from it. Sirius looked at the happy Harry in the magic mirror in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he really did not lie to me.

"How could we lie?"

A blond man in a white robe led Sirius away from here and came to a magnificent palace. When the blue door opened, the golden and magnificent interior was revealed. In the innermost part, there was a man lying on the throne, and underneath it were pearls of various colors scattered.

"Where am I going?"

Sirius pointed at himself.

"Come here, come here, there's one missing."

The man on the throne waved his hand and called Sirius over. The blond man knelt respectfully on the ground with his upper body prostrated on the ground.

"it is good."

Sirius's figure gradually disappeared, and then turned into a purple light spot, condensing on an armrest of the man's throne. The armrest was shining with gold, with gems of various colors and pearls. There was a small pit in it, and Sirius fit perfectly into it.

"It's quite suitable. Well done."