Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The black-haired girl stood there quietly, holding a little red-haired girl in her arms.

Ginny turned around and glared at the twins, then took Harry's hand and ran back to the dormitory, "Sister, ignore them."

The twins spread their hands in boredom, and then continued to devote themselves to their business of selling joke products. Percy was still huddled in that small space, taking out the papers, looking at them, his face flushed.

Hermione and Ron were stunned and looked at each other. They didn't understand why Harry ran out all of a sudden? What happened?

"How about - we go out too?"

"No need," Hermione shook her head. Her mind was still focused on those things. After completing the tasks assigned by the school, she devoted part of her energy to the early final exams, and then spent the rest of her time on this matter.

Hermione wished she had three heads and six arms. She was already slightly irritable.

Ron noticed that something was wrong with Hermione, but he said nothing. He just sat on the small sofa and flipped through the thick school history on the coffee table. In the end, he couldn't figure out anything, so he took out his homework and began to write furiously.

Harry opened his eyes and for a moment he felt as if he were in another world. He felt something unusually soft beneath him and didn't know where he was.

A familiar voice came to my ears.

"You woke up—"

Dumbledore was still sitting in his original position with a calm expression. Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Dumbledore. It seemed that as long as he was there, he would have nothing to fear even if the sky fell.

Harry turned over from the sofa, his hair was messy, and he looked a bit like James. Dumbledore was a little dazed for a moment, and another group of young men appeared in front of him. The leader among them was as dazzling as Harry.

"Excuse me, Headmaster."

A magical power was swirling around Harry's body, and then his clothes became neat again, his hair became tidy, and he looked a little more energetic.

"Sit down, sit down."

Then, a cup of hot tea suddenly floated in front of Harry's eyes, and something seemed to be spinning inside it. "I added some tranquilizers. How about going to have a good sleep first? I'll find someone to replace Hagrid's duties as key keeper and gamekeeper."

"I'll get him out as soon as possible."

Harry made a solemn promise, but not now -

Gryffindor in the photo frame unexpectedly raised his head, hiding from Dumbledore's sight, and looked at Harry.

After Harry left, Dumbledore sighed, opened a drawer at the bottom, flipped through the letters inside, found a tattered envelope, opened it, and saw that the writer was Remus Lupin.

When Harry walked out of the headmaster's office, he wanted to go to the Room of Requirement to explain to Ron and Hermione what had just happened to him, but he didn't expect that Lockhart, wearing a flashy purple wizard robe, was leaning against the stairs on the eighth floor. He seemed to be waiting for Harry.

"Come on, young man, I need you to do me a favor."

Lockhart swung a piece of paper in his hand, and Harry saw with his sharp eyes that it contained a more formal application form allowing Harry to take the exam early.

Lockhart did not explain too much. He appeared in front of Harry in a different image. Unlike the showy, brainless and arrogant one, he was calm, cautious and shrewd.

Harry followed him into the office. As soon as he entered the office, he touched the two letters in his pocket, and -

Where's that ruby?!

Lockhart looked at Harry and suddenly froze in place, somewhat surprised. Was he going to go back on his word?

Harry suppressed his fluctuating emotions.

"Draco, are you there?"

"Yes!" The response came immediately.

"Are you busy now?"

Draco glanced at the younger brothers around him. He was about to give a lecture to the first-year students who had just entered Slytherin.

"Not busy, I'm just about to go for a walk by the Black Lake."

"Then can you help me look for a ruby ​​in the forbidden forest opposite Hagrid's hut? If nothing goes wrong, Fang should be next to him."

"it is good--"

Draco agreed straightforwardly, looking at the wizard who was trying to get closer and establish a relationship with him without hiding his desire at all, he stood up impatiently, said something to Pansy who was sitting next to him, put on a gorgeous black wizard robe next to him, and finally strode out of the Slytherin dormitory.

Theodore Nott sat in the corner, looked up at Draco, then shifted his gaze to the book in his hand. The book was very worn, the cover was almost unrecognizable, and the pages were yellowed.

"Mr. Potter, could you please—"

"Excuse me, Professor, something just suddenly occurred to me."

Lockhart was not confused. Instead, he was used to Harry's brief pause. He was probably thinking about how to deal with this meticulous little guy.

"Excuse me, why did you call me here——"

Harry stood in front of Lockhart's desk and saw the letter he had just held in his hand on the desk. Lockhart picked up the wand beside him and waved it. Then a pile of letters like a small mountain emerged from all over and rushed into the office.

At the back, Harry had almost no place to stand. He struggled to stick to the wall, looking at the pile of letters with a bitter and resentful look. Were these things cast a spell?

Lockhart seemed to have returned to his old self. Harry felt that some of his words sounded familiar, and the things he asked him to do also seemed familiar.

"These letters are from my fans all over the country. I hope Mr. Porter can help reply to them so that you can be exempted from confinement and also adapt to this celebrity life in advance."

Lockhart said in a dignified manner.

"Confinement?!"

Harry didn't know when he got another detention, on top of the one month with Snape.

"Oh - oh, I forgot to tell you."

Lockhart said slowly.

"Snape just came to me and said that he had something to do and would be away for a week, and I will help to carry out the detention this time."

He paused, his eyes fixed on Harry.

"And I happen to need your help with something, so while you are free--"

No, I have something urgent to do, Harry shouted in his heart, that thing was found on the Gryffindor table, what if it was discovered.

Harry couldn't listen to the rest of the conversation seriously. His mind drifted to Draco. Did Draco find it? Would it be taken away by someone else?