Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Everyone present fell into deep thought. They seemed to know a lot, but also seemed to know nothing. The answer to the question set by the test setter remained a mystery.

"By the way, what did you say you were sure of?"

Gryffindor shifted his gaze to the meadow not far away, where a blue pearl was quietly placed. He was extremely familiar with it, as it was exactly what he had picked up from the space. Harry saw that it seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

But apart from the color, it is somewhat similar to Thomas, and also to his godfather. However, Harry doesn't know if it is his illusion, but next to the blue bead, there is a grass mat that grows exceptionally well. The grass is lush and green, and the dew on it is exceptionally crystal clear and full. There are also some dandelions on it, which have much stronger vitality than other places.

Harry felt a little suspicious and returned his gaze to the blue bead.

Quirrell had just woken up when he saw a man standing in front of him, a man who was supposed to be sitting in the castle, but now he was waving a mirror around, and from time to time he would put the mirror on his face. If it wasn't on his beads, his life would be over. Quirrell fainted gloriously again, and he didn't know when he would wake up next time.

The man looked at the mirror in his hand and suddenly felt that this matter was a bit boring. What's fun in a game like this where everything develops according to one's wishes?

He stuffed the mirror in his hand into his sleeve, and the image on the Gryffindor mirror began to snow and then turned pale.

"This is very strange. Why does today take so long?" Gryffindor muttered to himself and was heard by Ravenclaw who was walking behind.

"What's so strange?" Ravenclaw didn't hear everything. These past few days, Gryffindor would set aside a fixed time every day to take a walk by the Black Lake. It was said that he wanted to experience life a thousand years ago. He always held a mirror in his hand. People who didn't know him would think that this grown man loved beauty.

Gryffindor cut off the picture, and the frame returned to a blank state, revealing the white film, which then flew to the top layer of the wall.

This was a lot of information, and Harry's heart once again rose in his throat. How did it feel like they were all being sent into the enemy's base? Or was Dudley himself untrustworthy?

But that shouldn't be the case. He still believed in Dumbledore's ability. If he had any bad thoughts in his mind, it would be impossible now. Harry walked to the window of the headmaster's office and looked down from the eighth floor. The world outside suddenly became cloudy and soon it began to rain heavily. After Dudley cast a waterproof spell on himself, he slowly walked from the edge of the Black Lake to the castle.

If he wants to lose weight, he is determined to do it.

Seeing Dudley so healthy, he even leisurely kicked a small stone on the road away, and then hit a first-year wizard. After hearing his cry of pain, he laughed triumphantly.

Dudley seemed to sense something. He raised his head and looked towards the top floor of the castle. He accurately located a window with a hazy shadow inside, mixed with some reflections.

"Is it you? I didn't expect that our upright and famous savior would spy on others."

Such a sarcastic remark suddenly popped up in Harry's mind, which made him feel a little embarrassed, and he quickly moved away from the window.

The shadow in the window disappeared, and Dudley was in a happier mood now. He hummed a little tune and glanced at the Weasley twins who were following him stealthily. He was not very angry, but just felt a little troubled.

"Oh," Dudley exclaimed, startling the Weasley brothers behind him and making them take two steps back.

"George, George! Do you think he has discovered us?"

"Roger that, Fred doesn't think the big guy has noticed us."

Then the two brothers took three steps forward. They wanted to keep a close eye on this man to prevent him from doing anything bad again.

Cedric saw three people chasing horses on the lawn from the corridor. Two of them were following openly, and one didn't care at all, as if he was just walking his two disobedient pet dogs.

Cedric's eyes met Dudley's, and he felt funny when he saw the teasing in his eyes. It was really unlike him to have such a lack of skills.

Cedric hid himself beside a pillar, with traces like water waves flowing on his body, he cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself, which was to track others, unlike the Weasley twins who held two branches and pinned a few grasses in their hair, pretending to be invisible.

He looked not far away. The younger Gryffindor student was now sitting at the end of the corridor, looking at the wide lawn in the distance, the Black Lake shrouded in mist and rain, and the gloomy Forbidden Forest, which looked like a monster with its bloody mouth exposed.

Cedric was deeply worried about the mental health of this junior, but he would not make trouble this time. Last time, the unruly junior disappeared after only one day in school. People were talking about it, and the teacher's words were vague. There must be something unspeakable.

There was a look of inquiry and excitement in Cedric's eyes, which was far from being a Hufflepuff character, but more like a Gryffindor.

Harry came out of the office. The three adults inside had things to discuss, but Harry was not a child. He wanted to go to Dudley to ask clearly. Even the Unbreakable Vow could not bind him?

He ran downstairs in a hurry. Because he was full of thoughts, people on the road passed by him without them having a chance to see him clearly. Harry was very worried about his godfather and didn't believe that he had really left him.

Harry came down the stairs with a book in his arms and stood on the spiral staircase. She watched Harry run past her without any interaction. She felt a little lost in her heart. They were the two closest people in the world.

But once out of that special condition and situation, this seemingly close connection also seems so fragile, and the barriers between the colleges have made their relationship somewhat estranged.

But it was also part of who he was.

Harry dropped his eyes.

"Little girl, let me tell you, there are no two people in the world who truly trust each other completely, even yourself—"

"You, shut up, old woman!"

Ravenclaw curled his lips helplessly and lay down on the grass beside the Black Lake. The little girl was not easy to tease. She was not like the old fox who had lived for a thousand years and would rely on his honest image to deceive people.