Harry Potter and the Rebirth

If considered from a literary perspective, this book is a rare adventure novel with a novel subject matter, fluent writing, and extremely beautiful and gorgeous wording.

However, if it is used as a teaching material, especially as a teaching material for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, the author of the book is still the teacher himself, which increases the suspicion of increasing sales of his own books.

Gradually, people gathered in the classroom. The little wizards were talking a lot. Hermione fumbled with the book. She had read it countless times during the holidays. She was fascinated by the difficult struggles, exciting adventures, and the powerful magic of the protagonist, Professor Lockhart.

"Classmates——"

Lockhart was wearing a purple wizard robe with darker threads and gorgeous embroidery. It glowed in the sunlight, as if he was going to a ball instead of teaching a class.

Ron made sharp comments at the side. Although he spoke very quietly, Lockhart heard it because it was right under the teacher's nose, but he didn't care.

Just like in his previous life, Lockhart took this book and introduced his achievements.

"I am a writer, a recipient of the Third Class Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, and a five-time winner of the Witch Weekly Most Charming Smile Award."

Just like reciting lines, Lockhart read out the whole thing fluently and skillfully. The young wizards in the audience nodded one after another and uttered one or two words of praise in coordination. Occasionally, one or two would have their own thoughts and sit there quietly.

Lockhart nodded in satisfaction.

At the same time, Harry noticed a large pile of printed paper on his podium. "Could it be something else? What is Lockhart's favorite color? His great ambition was once -"

Harry held up his cheeks in boredom. He didn't want to listen to the teacher's lecture, but he had to go. It was really terrible.

Things were just as he expected.

After saying a few simple words, Lockhart walked over with a stack of papers and handed them to each person.

Harry looked at the questions on the test paper, "Lockhart--" He turned his head slightly to glance at Hermione. Her brows were furrowed, and her original admiration turned into hesitation.

Which serious professor would hand out these things in class? This made Hermione a little unsure of her own ideas.

Ron made a few clicking noises at the right moments, as if he was offended. Hermione lowered her head and wrote furiously.

Lockhart's favorite color is purple, and his great ideal is -

Harry sighed and decided that he couldn't just write nothing. He wrote one or two on the paper so that he could talk to him when he found him. Ron looked at his two friends who were writing furiously beside him in disbelief. Hermione could understand, but what was wrong with Harry? !

Sitting next to him was Neville, the usually clumsy little boy, but now he was confident and exuded the aura of a top student. Ron took a quick look and saw that the blanks were filled with fluent handwriting and beautiful fonts.

Ron sighed, lay down, and reluctantly took the forked quill and wrote words one by one.

Harry's small group is particularly eye-catching, especially to a certain extent, they are actually the weather vane for everyone.

When Lockhart finally collected the papers, he saw that they were filled with words, especially some of the papers with completely correct answers.

This made him particularly happy. In this holy temple of the British wizarding world, almost all the powerful and famous figures graduated from here. He did not expect that the students of such a powerful school knew him so well.

Lockhart's vanity was greatly satisfied, especially since one of the people was Harry Potter.

His mouth widened even more, and he generously gave Gryffindor House 30 points. The three full-mark papers were from Hermione, Harry Potter, and Neville Longbottom.

Ron was stunned when the get out of class was over. No, why did he have to roll this up too?

Harry stayed behind when the get out of class was over, hoping to take advantage of this good impression (which Harry felt would not last long) and quickly get permission from him to skip his class and do his own thing.

Lockhart seemed to enjoy the process very much, and only agreed reluctantly after Harry had said all the good things he could.

When Harry was contentedly holding the note and preparing to leave, Lockhart suddenly said something behind him.

"We met during the summer vacation."

Harry froze in place for a moment. He had never seen one during the summer vacation. Even when he bought books, he was afraid that the embarrassing things that happened in his previous life would happen again, so he gave Ron a bag of gold Galleons and asked him to bring it over.

Lockhart smiled softly, holding the stack of papers he had collected, and walked back to his office.

Harry walked stiffly to the door. Neville was waiting at the wall, like a soldier, with his body straight, his eyes straight ahead, and a serious expression, like a soldier who had been trained for many years and was organized and disciplined.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and their eyes met.

Then they all kept silent and strolled in the corridor together, then came to the owl shed. At this time, most of the owls had rested, and occasionally one or two opened their eyes and looked at the two humans who came in. Hedwig saw her master coming and flew over happily and stood on Harry's head. Harry raised his hand and touched its claws.

Hedwig fell onto Harry's shoulder again.

Silence spread between the two for a moment. Harry didn't know how to start, so he asked directly, "Have you been reborn?"

Neville smiled shyly, and all the temperament he had just now disappeared in an instant, as if he had returned to being the shy boy again.

"I'm glad to see you, Harry."

Neville's calm expression suddenly collapsed, just like a quiet and stable lake that suddenly became turbulent with many huge meteorites falling from the sky.

Neville took two steps forward and hugged Harry tightly.

Harry raised his arms helplessly, then patted Neville's shoulders gently, and then he felt his shoulders becoming wet.

He didn't understand what the process was, but it didn't stop him from knowing that it was not appropriate to speak now.

Neville cried for a long time, as if he wanted to vent all the emotions he had accumulated over the years in an instant, pain, sadness, nostalgia, awe, all kinds of feelings mixed together.

All the owls around were startled. They woke up from their sleep one after another, looked at the two little wizards in the middle with blame, and then flew into the air, with numerous owl feathers of various colors floating around them.

Harry was choked several times in succession, and he realized that this didn't seem to be a good place.

In that case——

Neville was surprised to find that the environment around him suddenly changed. He was sitting on the top of the castle, with roofs below him and the beautiful Black Lake in the distance.