Harry Potter and the Rebirth

In an instant, Simo felt goosebumps all over his body, not sure if it was because the wind was too strong or the weather changed too quickly.

He felt that something was wrong with Harry.

Professor McGonagall approached with a calm expression, but her eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy. "Harry, come with me." Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, worried that Professor McGonagall would scold him. For little Hermione, abiding by the school rules was her life motto.

Ron, who was standing by, was holding a dandelion he had picked up from somewhere and nibbling on the tail of the dandelion. He knew that when Harry came back, he would become a member of the Quidditch team, so he was not worried.

Harry glanced at Hermione, and when he saw the worried look in the girl's eyes, his heart moved slightly, and he recovered from his previous state.

Harry thought about it carefully, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. His sixth sense told him that he was trapped in a huge cage. When he had this consciousness, the subtle thought turned into a golden light, which went through Harry's head, from the vein to his heart. The heart flickered. A voice in the glass wall sighed softly, covering up the abnormality.

Bai You's attention was focused on Harry's awakening. He watched this scene in his mind and felt a little regretful. He could only say that the Son of Heaven was worthy of being the darling of Heaven. If his strength was applied to others, they would not be able to last long.

Harry glanced at Hermione and gave her a slight nod to tell her not to worry, then glanced at Ron, who had his arms raised and folded on the back of his head, leisurely picking at a piece of grass.

Harry nodded and followed Professor McGonagall obediently. After walking two or three steps, he looked back at Ron. Ron changed his original position and slowly moved his body in front of Hermione. In a trance, he seemed to see a red peacock with its tail spread out.

When Harry followed Professor McGonagall to the castle gate, he looked back again. The little wizards on the lawn were still gathered in groups of three or four, chattering about something.

The dark clouds in the sky have already reached their heads, a storm is about to come, but they are still immersed in their own world without realizing it.

"Harry, Harry!" cried Professor McGonagall.

The witch in the dark green wizard robe turned around, her black hair tied up on top of her head. The lights from the castle shone from behind, hiding the professor's face.

The professor's shadow crawled over Harry's feet, trapping him in place. Harry turned around and smiled sheepishly, "Let's go."

Then he followed Professor McGonagall.

After Harry left, Madam Hooch came back. She disbanded the flying lesson and sent everyone back to the castle. In the first class, many students couldn't even ride their brooms and were quite frustrated.

Hermione looked at the broom lying on the grass and asked curiously, "Are we just going to leave it alone?" Ron waved his hand indifferently, saying that someone would take care of it.

Huh? She looked around in confusion and saw that it was raining heavily and the brown broom on the lawn had disappeared. Was this magic?

A group of people had already walked into the castle. When they stepped through the gate, "It's really gone!" Hermione tugged at Ron's sleeve, quite surprised.

Ron looked back, but now he could not see clearly. The dark clouds were as thick as ink, and the things in the distance looked like they were covered with ten layers of mosaic. He looked at Hermione's eyes in surprise, and his eyes met hers. The novel did not say that Hermione's eyesight was so good.

"Let's go to the Great Hall." Ron looked at his wizard robes that were soaked by the rain, feeling a little uncomfortable. He couldn't wait to find a warm place to stay. What should he do next? Let's go to the cafeteria, Ron thought silently in his heart.

"Hey, don't follow me," Draco found that after just one class, Pansy's clinging skills had improved. The girl's eyes were full of shyness, her cheeks were slightly red, and her chestnut hair, which had just been wet by the rain, stuck to her face. Her usually domineering face became soft.

Malfoy paused slightly, his heart moved slightly, and with the tacit consent of his master, the girl's hair quietly wrapped around his heart, ready to take root.

Pansy was sensitive, she saw the tolerance and acquiescence of the boy in front of her, and became even more arrogant. Pansy gently pulled Malfoy's sleeve, as if testing him, and in the noisy crowd, she felt her fingertips become extremely hot, burning from her arm to her face.

Unexpectedly, this bond was cut off in an instant, and Harry's figure appeared in Malfoy's mind again. He was like a possessed man, and suddenly felt that the girl who was emitting soft light just now had become hideous.

"Get out!" Malfoy frowned, grabbed Pansy by the sleeve, and yelled at him, losing all his dignity.

This roar attracted the attention of everyone. They all looked at the two people, looked at the two parties pulling each other, and whispered to each other as if they understood something.

Pansy suddenly felt extremely ashamed and angry, her eyes were bloodshot, and crystal tears burst out. She stamped her feet, covered her face with her wide sleeves, and rushed out, bumping into many people in the middle, and disappeared in the pouring rain.

Some people felt relieved, while others sighed. Draco looked at this scene and his heart ached slightly, but he turned around and strode towards the auditorium.

On this side, Hermione looked at Ron who had just protected her, her red face suddenly remembered something. She looked at the place where Ron was hit by the girl who suddenly rushed out. Ron felt that the eyes on him were particularly hot, as if they were burning him through.

"Are you okay?" "Yeah, not bad. It wasn't a big deal." Two young people who were just beginning to fall in love traveled across the world and tasted the fruits of their youth in this continent full of magic and fantasy.

In the dark office, Snape sat slumped in a chair, holding a worn school robe in his left hand, stroking a yellowed piece of letter paper. This professor, who had always been accustomed to shutting off his mind and freezing his emotions, finally couldn't help crying loudly, his body trembling violently, as if he was enduring it, but also as if he was torturing himself.

On the worn-out letter paper, there was a line of beautiful handwriting, which read, "Come to the trophy display room at 12 o'clock tonight. I don't believe others. I want to hear it from your own mouth."