Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry and Harry hadn't reacted yet.

As soon as they entered, they were pulled into the castle by Gryffindor. Harry looked around silently and the scene was the same as usual.

There was a drizzle in Hogwarts at this time. The air was filled with the distinct smell of dust and grass. The breeze blew through the surrounding trees, and the leaves collided and rubbed against each other, making a rubbing sound.

Some people were walking by the Black Lake, they didn't seem to mind the drizzle, others were going in and out of the forbidden forest, they seemed to be looking for some precious materials.

Occasionally someone in the castle would open the window and look out to admire the foggy scene in the distance. Occasionally an owl would fly in and out of the owl shed, clutching one letter after another in its claws.

"This space even simulates an owl delivering mail."

Harry had never noticed this detail before, but now that he saw it, he was shocked.

“Does anyone really receive these letters?”

"Yes." Gryffindor said meaningfully.

Harley was acutely aware of this; she was particularly sensitive to emotions, especially when she was extremely alert.

Harry didn't seem to notice this. He casually stated his purpose, "Harry and I haven't had class for a long time—"

"Just in time."

When Harry was sitting alone in the classroom, he was still a little dazed. He actually didn't want to study so many classes during the summer vacation, but looking at the piles of thick books on the table, these were all the books he had missed during this period.

call--

Harry lay on the table dejectedly. There was no one on the podium. Harry looked at the door curiously. Will the teacher be late? That shouldn't be the case, right?

Harley did not go into the classroom, but turned and went to the outermost corridor. She looked at the ground wet by the rain. After the dry ground dried the first layer of rain, other raindrops came one after another, sounding the charge horn and attacking the ground.

The dryness of the ground soon collapsed, and large puddles of water gradually appeared. Some misty drizzle even crossed the corridor and hit Harry obliquely.

This added a touch of coolness to the scorching summer, but it was really annoying. Harry watched the space under his feet being occupied little by little, and his worries about Ravenclaw grew even more. How could he find her?

A kitten suddenly appeared from the side, with ginger fur and brown stripes. Its newly shrunken body quickly ran into the corridor and then ran away under Harry's gaze.

Do I need to turn into an animal? There are things that a Gryffindor would definitely not notice.

There was another huge thunder nearby, drowning out Harry's mumblings amid the noise of the playground.

At this moment, Gryffindor suddenly stood behind her silently. The hairs on Harry's back stood up. She turned her head stiffly and saw Gryffindor's calm face clearly in the flashes of lightning.

This made her shudder. The rainstorm just now seemed to have happened in an instant. After a few thunders in the sky, the black clouds in the sky gradually dispersed.

Gryffindor asked quietly, "Harry, what's wrong? The teacher told me you didn't go to class."

After parting with them, Harley went downstairs alone.

Harry was sure that Gryffindor could find her location at any time. From time to time, the bushes in the distance made some unusual noises and a kitten scampered around.

Harley pointed to the bush over there, "I want to hold it with me to class."

Gryffindor was a little surprised. From his angle, he could only hear a slight noise.

It turned out to be a kitten. He let down his guard. This was consistent with his stereotype of girls: girls are cute.

Gryffindor waved his hand, and the cat flew out of the bushes and automatically jumped into Harry's arms. The kitten was very dissatisfied with this sudden action. Its struggling tail stood up, and sharp nails emerged from its four furry claws, and then it began to scratch everywhere.

Unfortunately, the one in front of it was not a Muggle, but a powerful wizard. They had many ways to make the kitten obedient.

"Teacher—you are here."

Harry's patience was reaching its breaking point, and if he didn't come, he would go out and look for it himself.

The teacher of this class has arrived, but his expression and tone of voice, why does he look so familiar? He is clearly an elegant gentleman, wearing a Zhongshan suit, rimless glasses, and holding a worn-out book on his arm.

But as he walked, his momentum was as strong as the wind, and he was decisive and swift. It seemed that he could decide the life and death of many people with just a wave of his hand.

When his eyes met Harry's, the teacher suddenly returned to his normal self.

Harry rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had seen it wrong just now.

Gryffindor was still in the corridor at this time. He sent Harry to the classroom and then left.

“This is really distressing.”

After re-simulating it, many details no longer matched. The kitten was automatically generated due to the leakage of his mental power, as for the owl flying around.

How did he suddenly turn into an owl? Gryffindor was a little confused. He suddenly stopped circling and turned to go to the basement. He didn't understand, but wasn't there someone who understood?

While Harley was in class, she suddenly felt something again. A very faint female voice sounded in her ears.

"basement--."

What?

The rain outside the window gradually stopped, and the originally connected black clouds had torn into a triangular crack. Although the edge was very rough, the projection of that beam of light suddenly made the entire world brighter.

"Why haven't Harry and the others come back yet?"

Ron was flipping through the books on his knees out of boredom. He had already flipped through these books no less than a hundred and eighty times in the past few days. A few days ago, he found some patterns, so he could flip through one-tenth of them smoothly. What about now?

Now, he was lying on the small round table, looking at the new line of words written on the parchment.

"I am a basketball, grass, leaves, a black skirt, and a junior."

This is a completely meaningless combination of words. What can you tell from it? Ron slammed his pen down on the table, startling Hermione who was concentrating on the book.

"What are you doing? You're acting so nervous all of a sudden."

Ron was feeling a little irritable at this moment. The end of the world seemed to be right before their eyes, but they were doing nothing. He was like a translator, pondering things all day long, not sure whether they were true or not.