Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Oh, by the way, let me remind you that the final exam is coming up soon, and the newcomers will have to take it too."

Before leaving, Harry gave Harley such a "wake-up call". The originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly disappeared. Harley stood in place and glared at Harry fiercely.

"Oh, oh," Harry uttered a few exclamatory particles and quickly slipped away.

"This guy!" Draco cursed with a smile, and felt much more relieved.

hall.

"Did you hear what Harry said just now? Who was he calling? Was he calling himself?"

"No, I'm calling that girl." Nott slowly stuffed the last piece of steak on the plate into his mouth, then left the table.

Pansy was very dissatisfied with this expressionless guy who always asked riddles. "Then do you know?" She turned her head and looked at Blaise beside her. "How could I know? Pretty lady, please forgive me for being rude. I have something to do and I have to leave first."

"A bunch of mysterious guys."

Pansy looked at the two empty seats across the dining table and felt a little sad. Forget it, if you don't want to eat it, I will. She grabbed the strawberry cupcake and stuffed it into her mouth.

The final review time passed very quickly, and Dumbledore seemed to have stopped his busy pace, appearing frequently in school and having dinner with his classmates in the auditorium.

The green gem in Slaterlin's hourglass is rising crazily every day. This seems to be the last effort made by Professor Snape. However, Gryffindor College refuses to admit defeat. Under the leadership of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, the two sides are fighting fiercely.

However, as the head of Slytherin, he didn't dare to look a young teacher in the eye, which disappointed some of the head of Slytherin's fans and even made them turn against him.

No matter how much Snape struggled, the final exam arrived as scheduled, and the gems in the hourglasses of the four colleges stopped moving and no longer counted scores.

The rest of the classes were easy, as some had already been passed, but some made Harry feel a little scared, especially History of Magic and Astronomy. He could fill in some of the History of Magic lessons from memory, and the theoretical part of Astronomy was also easy to draw, but he just couldn't see the stars in the sky clearly.

When he wanted to take a closer look, it was right in front of him, but it was pushed away.

He looked to the side and saw Ron and Hermione writing furiously, appearing to be extremely skilled. Neville was not much behind, which made Harry feel a strong sense of crisis that he was being left behind.

"No, I still need to use my ability slightly." Harry thought to himself.

He opened his eyes and used this ability to look up at the sky for the first time. Although the stars were still blurry, those invisible and unclear places should be stars.

As Ron was observing from the side, he keenly noticed that the positions of some of the questions were slightly offset and the angles were wrong. He took a quill and measured it in front of his answer sheet. Hermione also raised her head and the two looked at each other.

Astronomy, History of Magic, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Flying -

After taking these courses one by one, almost everyone felt exhausted, their brains were drained of energy, and even Harry felt his legs and hands were a little weak.

Only Hermione was in high spirits, mumbling the answer, "Oh, damn it! How could I have forgotten? The goblin rebellion took place in 1612, not 1652."

When Harry heard the correct answer, he felt a little relieved. He never expected that one day he would be able to sit still and remain calm when facing the answer, instead of frowning like Ron next to him.

"Brother, what is the third rule of Gamp's Transfiguration Law?" Ron grabbed the corner of Harry's clothes.

Harry answered carefully, Neville leaned over to listen, and then a look of annoyance appeared on his face.

"Well, there's no need to worry too much. Once we get through the upcoming Potions exam, we can have the holiday."

Seeing Ron heaved a sigh of relief, obviously he had written it correctly, Harry patted him on the shoulder and walked into the Potions examination room together. He didn't continue the exam for this course due to being unconscious, so it didn't matter when he took the exam.

Snape in the classroom was still wearing his black wizard robe. He walked around with a stern face, his cloak swaying slightly behind him, like a walking big black bat.

The classroom was silent except for the rustling sound of the quill pen and parchment. Harry quickly filled in all the knowledge points, then boredly put the quill aside and lay on the table, thinking back to what Dumbledore had told him a few days ago.

On the day when Malfoy and Nott got into trouble, Dumbledore went to deal with it. Not only did he find his little snake at the scene, he also found signs that it was being controlled by someone, but there was also some black smoke coming out of it, which formed a string of letters.

“I’m back.”

This method seems to be what Voldemort did. Dumbledore asked Gryffindor, but Gryffindor refused to say. He asked Harry to inquire from the side.

What was going on? Wasn't he supposed to be trapped in that space? Who let him out?

Ding, ding, Snape walked up to him and knocked on his desk. "Our famous savior, this is finished--"

The little wizards who were busy writing looked up in surprise. Hermione glanced at Harry, took a deep breath, and continued to work hard.

"Yes, Professor."

Harry stood up somewhat bewilderedly and glared at Snape.

"Professor, professor, why are you calling me in public? I wanted to keep a low profile for a while."

"Look at you, you're doing nothing." Snape quickly glanced at the test paper and saw that all the answers were correct. He reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​making things difficult for Harry and said, "Come and help me prepare the potions. There are so many that I can't do it all by myself."

Harry nodded. The series of exchanges between the two of them were instantly completed in his mind. For the first time, Snape felt that this function actually had some benefits.

Snape collected Harry's paper and then took him to the front of the classroom. He pointed to a potion on the table and Harry nodded.

Harry then began to work tirelessly cutting, arranging and distributing, while Snape leaned leisurely aside, drank a sip of water on the table slowly, and then continued to wander around downstairs.

Simo raised his head with an admiring look in his eyes. He is indeed my idol. He looked at the paper he had only answered 1/3 of, and his face was bitter. The questions this time were too difficult. Who knows the formula of the lucky potion? He had never heard of it.