Harry Potter and the Rebirth

At the border of this space, the so-called green screen of mountains began to flicker, and a black and white checkered thing appeared.

The man sat on the gorgeous throne, looking at the leisurely figure below and reporting, "Harry has begun to get in touch with the truth. When do you think we should start taking action?"

"Give our little Harry another year. I don't like games where victory falls to one side. It's so boring!"

The man picked up a red gem from the throne and threw it to the figure below.

"This is a reward for your hard work."

The figure began to tremble, and gas began to evaporate from the blurred boundaries around it. "If you want to get excited, get out of here."

"Yes--"

The man's trembling voice was unusually powerful. He was obviously a mighty and unyielding lion, but now he had turned into a soft cat crawling at someone else's feet.

"Hey - where have you been again?"

"Ravenclaw" was wearing a white dress, curled up in a dark and dirty dungeon. Standing at the door was an elegant old man wearing golden glasses. A silver silk chain hung from the right frame and hung on the ear next to him.

"I came to see if you've been behaving yourself lately. Don't have any bad thoughts."

Yeah--

Ravenclaw turned his head away. They were both old goblins who had lived for a thousand years. Did he really think he could trap her?

However, after the old man left, Ravenclaw had another gain: a pretty lady wearing a yellow and white floral dress came to the front of the dungeon.

The first thing she said was, "How can I get you out?"

Ravenclaw didn't believe this woman who suddenly appeared, "Why did you start directing and acting in your own drama?"

"I have developed self-awareness, and you should have had some impression of me."

Ravenclaw recalled the first day she came out of Harry's head. She and Gryffindor were chatting in the headmaster's office, and a sad-looking woman was standing at the door.

Their two faces overlapped at this moment.

"you--"

The Ravenclaw hesitated.

"Even if that's the case, why did you go against the will of this space determiner and rescue me?"

"Isn't he someone you like?" Ravenclaw pressed.

The woman shook her head, not knowing which question she was denying.

"I hope you can trust me."

The woman seemed to be a little emotionally broken. "I just realized that the friends I had been with over the years were actually being swallowed up by Gryffindor little by little."

"Actually, he's not a Gryffindor, strictly speaking."

"It doesn't matter anymore, does it?" the woman asked.

"But he still showed mercy to you." Ravenclaw felt that the woman was really pitiful and said a few words to comfort her.

"Why didn't he kill me too?"

"Maybe..." Ravenclaw's tone began to become very cold, as if it had frozen. She raised her head and slowly stood up, holding on to the wall behind her. In the dim cell, a strong figure walked out from the shadows not far away, and he approached quietly step by step.

And Ravenclaw also revealed the second half.

"He didn't notice—"

"What?" The woman raised her head in surprise and saw the fierce-looking woman in the cell, and the slightest bit of pity she showed to her.

Then the woman disappeared from the world, leaving only some white and light yellow smoke floating in the air. A strong figure appeared in front of Ravenclaw, playing with a crystal clear ruby ​​in his hand, and casually waved away the smoke in front of him.

"Tsk tsk, you are so cruel. She has liked you for hundreds of years."

"So what? I showed mercy, but she still wanted to betray me."

"Tell me, what do you want to see me about? Didn't you send someone to look after me just now?"

Then, Ravenclaw's eyes fell on Gryffindor's hand, and after seeing the bright red gem, Ravenclaw began to scream.

No!

Ahhhhh——

As soon as Harry opened her eyes, she saw Harry's concerned expression. Harry touched Harry's forehead and said, "I heard your scream when I passed by this floor just now. I knocked on your door but it didn't open, so I barged in without permission."

Harry helped Harley up and placed a soft pillow behind her.

"How are you now, are you feeling better?"

"woohoo"

Harry hugged Harry and cried bitterly in his arms. Dudley, who was standing next to him, saw this scene, frowned, turned around, and blocked his ears. Why did he have to eat dog food so early in the morning?

Harry patted Harry's back lovingly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here now."

"What happened?" Harry wiped the tears from Harry's face.

Harry seemed to have just reacted, and his cheeks suddenly turned red. Then he quickly withdrew from Harry's arms, looking at the wet light blue mark on his chest, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just had a nightmare."

"Royna, Rowena?" Harry called secretly in her heart, but unfortunately no one answered.

Harry knew that Harry must be hiding something from him. What was it? Take your time. There was no rush.

"Let's go have breakfast first."

Harry calmed down and said, "Okay—"

Harry removed the earplugs from Dudley at the door, and woke up the sleeping Hermione. By the time, Ron would be here soon. Today was another day to decipher the secrets of books, but he had to hand in the summer homework assigned by Rosier first.

Harry called Hedwig.

"Where should I watch today?" Ron was very excited now. He could skip homework every day and come to play in a place similar to Harry's manor every day. It was like following a fantasy novel all day long. Right next to him was the protagonist of this world. It was really exciting to play adventure games.

"Today is the gate--"

Hermione was sitting in a rocking chair. There were grape vines above her. The sunlight shone through them faintly and then fell to the ground, forming tiny spots of light one after another.

She took the thick book and began to read it carefully.

"This gate seems to be a portkey. You can travel through it in any direction. If you want to travel through it in a certain direction, you need to wear another mysterious object."

Hermione put her head close to the pages. Some of the letters and words on the page were blurry, as if water had dripped on them and smudged the ink. This was very consistent in the Muggle world, but looked very strange in the wizarding world.