Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Oh - I'm curious how you found out?"

Gryffindor became interested. He waved his hand and a dirty and smelly bench jumped behind his butt. Gryffindor sat there, crossing his legs, looking unruly.

"It's very simple. From the most basic point of view, you can suppress so many people in the castle and make them dare to obey your teachings. This shows that you are a very powerful person. However, this is a bit out of line with the brave, loyal and kind Gryffindor recorded in history."

"Isn't that what Gryffindors are supposed to be like?"

"I just think that your way of doing things, including the things you keep in the basement, is a bit like Salazar Slytherin."

There was a sound of applause in the basement. The rugged and handsome man in front of him became thin in the blink of an eye. His robe was empty, and his black hair fell softly on his shoulders. He had a noble and elegant temperament and a shrewd look in his eyes.

Ravenclaw showed an astonishing expression, but then she widened her eyes.

"A smart-aleck."

The man left such a comment. In the process of walking, in just a short distance, he changed into thousands of images. He was Gryffindor, Slattery, a learned scholar, an elegant lady, a kind Hufflepuff, a person who secretly had a crush on Gryffindor, a jewelry professor, a temperamental painter, and a wise financial tycoon.

The woman stepped back tremblingly, her mouth wide open, but unfortunately she was locked in the chair and had nowhere to retreat.

"Can you take a good look at who I am?"

Gryffindor turned around, and he was again a stocky, heroic figure, with bright red hair draped neatly behind his head, and he had no facial features.

God descended in a way that was not suitable for the human world, and was finally trapped in a human body.

"You are so helpless. You were discovered by a small ant. If I hadn't cut it off, Harry would have heard it."

"At least I can still go out, what about you?"

The man sitting on the throne stroked the purple gem on the armrest, and the gem flickered faintly, as if in response.

"Anyway, you figure it out yourself. Once someone finds out, those phantoms won't be able to reappear for a while, and the next class will be around the corner."

"I'll find a way, don't worry about it."

"It's so boring."

Gryffindor walked in the empty castle. The humans who usually studied in the classroom, walked by the lake, or sat in the hall enjoying meals had long disappeared without a trace.

"This is not easy to deal with. We have to find something for Harry to do. How come Voldemort hasn't made any noise in such a long time since he was released? Is he really that incompetent?"

After being driven out, Voldemort, after a small demonstration against Dumbledore in Hogwarts, immediately possessed a snake in the dense forest, escaped from Hogwarts, and then turned into several Muggles, and finally came to a deep forest in the mountains.

He didn't dare to do that now. Without certainty, he would never go to Hogwarts easily again. His soul was gradually merging.

Rather than saying that he was trapped in that so-called secret realm, it would be better to say that he was locked up there for recuperation. His sanity, which had been lost for a long time, returned to him. He was somewhat surprised at the irrational actions he had taken.

Voldemort planned to lie in wait and wait for the opportunity to come.

When Harry slowly returned to the Burrow from the hillside with the book in his arms, the whole house became very quiet and empty. The tables in the dining room had returned to their normal size, and they all seemed to have taken a nap.

The lawn in the garden was restored, and the layer of snow on it was trapped in a bag by Dumbledore's magic. Mr. Weasley went back to work, and the twin brothers were quiet in their room, tinkering with something.

Dudley was sitting on the sofa, half asleep.

Ginny and Harry seemed to have returned to their rooms as well.

Harry lightened his steps and moved slowly to the top. When he opened the door, he was shocked because Ron was staring at him, which made him feel a little at a loss.

"What are you doing? You scared me to death." Harry walked into the room, then turned around and closed the door gently. The zombies upstairs were still knocking tirelessly.

"Quiet!"

The knocking sounds became louder and Ron covered his ears with despair. No matter how long he had been here, he still couldn't get used to this damn zombie.

Harry stepped over to his bed, gently patted a small green snake sleeping on the bed, and then threw it to the ceiling.

"Leave it alone."

The little snake turned into a thin sewing thread and drilled into the gap in the ceiling. The zombie that was so shocking just now immediately became silent.

"it--"

"It's okay, I just want him to have a good sleep."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, then fell onto the soft bed with a sense of relief.

"By the way, Malfoy saw that you were not there, so he asked me to give you this letter before he left. Actually, I didn't want you to go."

This letter has been opened.

Ron explained, "Malfoy opened the letter and read it to me in front of me, and then asked me to give it to you."

"How can there be such a sceptical person in the world?"

Ron was so angry at Malfoy that his teeth itched. Even though he had some filters, he didn't know whether he was born hostile or what, but he now understood Ron's feelings in the original book.

Harry took the envelope curiously, wisely choosing not to get involved in the argument between the two, which was too embarrassing for him.

"Dear Harry, I sincerely invite you to visit Malfoy Manor during the summer vacation and attend the party..."

The bottom line read, "Yours sincerely, Draco Malfoy, your most loyal friend."

"You're still my most loyal friend. Everyone knows that the Malfoy family is famous for being fence-sitters. They will run to whichever side is stronger."

Ron said sourly.

Harry smiled awkwardly and changed the subject, "Brother, please help me look through this book and find some strange places."

Ron took the book that Harry threw to him, which was as heavy as a brick, and then put it on his legs and read it carefully.

"That's why you went out just now."

"That's about right," Harry nodded, then he took out paper and pen from the drawer and started writing a letter.

"Who are you writing this to?"

"Hermione – I have something to ask her."

"Actually, you can ask me anything."

Hiss - Harry had never thought of this before.