Harry Potter and the Rebirth

In his heart, Harry actually agreed very much with what Ron said. After all, in his previous life, he admitted at the last moment that the skills he was most proficient in were memory modification and the Oblivion Charm.

Looking at the handsome middle-aged man on the cover of the table showing his white teeth, golden hair, and blue eyes, he does have a very attractive appearance.

Looking at Hermione's angry expression, Harry shrank his head and just about to stop the fight, he sat up straight again. Now was not the time to get into trouble, he could only wish Ron good luck.

The two people had another quarrel in the car, and the atmosphere between them became even colder.

Ron was speechless. As someone who knew part of the future in advance, he could not have any good feelings towards such an empty-headed professor. Especially when he saw Hermione being infatuated with Lockhart, he felt even more furious.

He had no intention of making their relationship so strained, but he didn't expect that just by starting over, things would get out of control.

But Ron knew that one day Hermione would recognize the true face of that guy.

The second-grade students did not have to take a small boat to go to the castle across the river, but instead rode in a carriage driven by a night rider and entered the castle in a line along the mountain road.

Many students have never experienced real death, or have no deep feelings about death, so they cannot see that the horse is skinny and bony. There is only a thin layer of black flesh wrapped around the huge skeleton. It looks like a creature from hell. Harry looked at it carefully.

Also in the same carriage with the three of them was Neville, who had changed a lot.

The cowardly temperament in him was almost completely removed. He became more calm and determined. His whole appearance was completely changed and his temperament was completely renewed.

"Neville, you—"

Hermione noticed this and there was a hint of worry on her face.

Neville turned and looked at Harry.

"Hello - Harry, long time no see."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. This familiar aura was as steady as the earth, but it contained Gryffindor's indomitable courage. It was this power that prompted him to kill Voldemort's pet and destroy Nagini in the final battle.

Neville recognized him at the first sight and had no intention of hiding it. Harry also knew that this change could no longer be concealed, and the two looked at each other tacitly.

Ron was still out of the situation. He just vaguely sensed that something was wrong. In fact, he was still worried about the huge amount of textbook fees that the showy Professor Peacock wanted to spend.

Now the Weasley family has five children going to school. Ginny's old wand aside, just dealing with his textbook fees is a headache. His family is poor.

The thoughtful Hermione noticed the gaze between the two. She glanced at Ron who was still sulking, and felt even more helpless.

In the magnificent Hogwarts Great Hall, many candles floating in the air emitted little fluorescent lights. Dumbledore, wearing his favorite robe and crescent-shaped glasses, sat on a stool with a smile on his face, welcoming the arrival of the new class of students.

It was still the same old routine. Harry sat in the chair somewhat bored. Apart from paying close attention to Ginny's entrance ceremony, he saw the familiar figure of Ravenclaw College. Harry sat at the end of the dining table. On the Slytherin table, there was still the platinum-blond hair, swaying proudly.

After all the freshmen entered their respective colleges, Headmaster Dumbledore began to introduce the professors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the new school year.

"It really is a year-end gift."

Harry heard these words coming from somewhere.

He put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked around, and did not find any suspicious signs.

The process at the teachers' table continued. Gilderoy Lockhart still flashed his sparkling white teeth and showed what he thought was the most charming smile, which caused many gasps.

Many girls did not escape, and even some younger boys looked on blankly. Has it come to this stage again?

Harry picked up the knife and fork again, spread a thick layer of ketchup on the sausage, and then stuffed it into his mouth. The freshness of tomato and the rich meaty aroma of the sausage mixed together. The outside of the sausage was roasted crispy and the meat inside was tender. Harry enjoyed it very much.

The new little wizards sitting in the front row had all heard of Harry Potter. Most of their eyes were focused on him. They turned their heads and imitated the way Harry ate.

Ron saw this scene and couldn't help laughing.

Lockhart's eyes also fell on Harry. Harry noticed the gaze on him and met Lockhart's eyes.

It was a very strange feeling, a sense of equal strength, more like a collision of auras, but soon the feeling passed and Lockhart returned to his empty-headed and stupid look.

Snape was quite dissatisfied. He cut the steak on his plate again and again with knife and fork. He applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class countless times, but Dumbledore refused every time. Now he invited such a idiot.

Dumbledore was very calm. He didn't care about the looks from people around him, either overt or covert. He didn't give any further explanation for his decision to invite Lockhart.

There was a lot of discussion in the castle about the appearance of this person. Most people insisted that appearance was victory, or because the book he published was too detailed and vivid, so that most readers transferred their emotions for the protagonist to the author of the book and invested their ideal image in him.

Hermione was very much looking forward to this class. She even drew a heart on her timetable with a pink pen. Many little wizards were also looking forward to it.

Harry, who already knew the result, was already preparing for the early final exams of this semester. This time he wanted to escape Lockhart's clutches early and then spend the time on his own course schedule.

By the way, let's explore what these two things are. Harry touched the red gem hidden in his sleeve and the two letters placed close to him. He still had to study the book in the evening.

Harry walked in the corridor, carrying a thick book. He was in a dilemma because he was about to go to his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. However, taking the exam in advance required the professor's approval. If he offended -

Earlier, Ron and Hermione were still expressing their opinions on this matter. Hermione was firm and Ron was dismissive.

As the first class in the school to take Professor Lockhart's class, especially given that he has so many fans (even Ron's mother, Ms. Molly, is a crazy fan of Lockhart), their class is very important, especially since the one taking the class with them this year is Hufflepuff Jarhead. To Jarhead, they are the most well-informed group of people in Hogwarts.

Hermione insisted on pulling the two of them to sit in the front row, and Harry was squeezed in the middle. He put the book "Breaking Up with the Female Ghost" on the desk with a look of despair.