Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Lockhart, who was replying to the letter, frowned, feeling a little embarrassed by the letter from this crazy fan. Look, what is written here? It is simply unbearable to read.

He glanced at the thick stack of letters on the table, then glanced at Harry who was still working hard, and asked casually, "How are you doing now? Have you learned any useful experience?"

Harry didn't see the second half clearly, because his soul was suddenly pulled back into his body. He was still a little dazed, and the soreness in his palm was transmitted back to his brain belatedly. Then he heard Lockhart's words.

"Harry, what's wrong with you? Sitting so close, is my voice too quiet?"

Lockhart stood up from his seat as if offended, and slowly walked to Harry's table. Although his tone was stern, there was a hint of temptation on his face. His bright eyes narrowed into slits and stared at the motionless Harry.

"Sorry, Professor."

Harry suddenly stood up from his seat, leaving Lockhart alone and disheveled in the wind, ran out of the office, glanced around, and disappeared from the spot.

Percy and Penelope were holding hands at this time, and both of them were obviously a little shy. The hormones of youth made them pay no attention to their surroundings. Penelope turned her head slightly and glanced at the handsome boy next to her, but she seemed to see a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.

The famous savior of Hogwarts.

Before she could pull Percy to hide aside, she found that the savior suddenly disappeared from her sight. She rubbed her eyes. The corridor in front was empty. Only Professor Lockhart suddenly opened the door, rushed out with an angry look on his face, then turned around and saw them and returned to his normal expression.

This change of expression made Pelosi feel a little shaken. He must have seen it wrong. Percy then noticed the teacher in front of him. His clenched hands loosened slightly, then clasped them tightly again. His fingers changed direction and interlocked with Pelosi's. This was not something that was shameful to see in public, but the state of his girlfriend next to him made him jealous.

Pelosi didn't let go of his hand, but his eyes suddenly brightened when he saw Lockhart. From Percy's point of view, he had never seen his girlfriend show such an admiring expression in front of him.

At this point, things seemed to be heading towards an awkward situation. Harry was eager to know what would happen next, and he also wanted to get the red gem. As he was in a hurry, he didn't choose the right landing spot. He fell from mid-air, landing defenselessly between Finnegan and Cedric.

His buttocks became painful at this time, and he even felt some sharp vertical forks, which cut him several times. The most important thing was that this image must have been very embarrassing. No one expected that his landing point would be in the air.

The earth's gravity will tell anyone who dreams of staying in the air what the universal law is.

Harry was extremely glad that he didn't fall on anyone's head, but why did he feel dizzy?

No one expected Finnegan to cast the Unforgivable Curse, no one expected a very young wizard to have such powerful magic, and no one expected Harry to drop from the sky at this moment and interrupt his spell.

Draco hid behind a big tree. He had been listening to the conversation between the two people. He held his forehead helplessly. He dared to guarantee that this was definitely the most embarrassing moment in Harry's life.

"Hey - have you had lunch yet? Today's lunch is delicious."

People tend to be busy when they are embarrassed. Harry stood up from where he was and rejected Cedric's extended hand of friendship. It was very embarrassing, especially in front of acquaintances.

"It's delicious. I especially like the sandwich. The sausage is fried very nicely."

Cedric didn't seem to notice Harry's embarrassment, but was very considerate. He stretched out his wand and said, "Clean it up—"

All the dirt, branches and grass clippings on Harry's body were cleaned away in an instant. Finnegan lowered his head with an unclear expression. Harry felt as if his foot stepped on something soft. He lowered his head and took a closer look. The leg under his feet seemed to be Fangs.

No matter how soundly Yaya was sleeping, he woke up at this moment. He stood up on all four legs, then sniffed hard and found that there was no familiar smell. Then he roared desperately, and his first choice was to pounce on the unfamiliar smell. Finnegan was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

"Be good, Fang - Hagrid won't be happy with you like this."

Finnegan was terrified when Fang knocked him to the ground. He could smell the fishy breath from the mouth of this large hound. Its long fangs seemed to be able to penetrate everything. The saliva from its mouth had dripped onto his face, which gave him goose bumps all over his body and made him feel extremely disgusted. Only a huge man like Hagrid would call them little cuties.

However, the person who saved him and reacted the fastest in the moment of crisis was actually Harry Potter, which made Finnegan not know where to direct his hatred for a moment. The clothes on his shoulders had been torn by the sharp claws of Fangya, and the delicate skin inside was already oozing blood.

Harry frowned and helped Finnegan up from where he was, but he always felt that the muscles of this little brother next to him were very stiff.

"Do you need my help?"

Although Cedric said this, he still held Finnegan's other side.

Sometimes the world just likes to play jokes.

Finnegan had planned countless times in his mind to confront the two people he hated - but now that he was injured, these two people were standing by his side.

Yaya seemed to have heard Hagrid's name, and sat still, wagging his tail vigorously. Could it be that his master had gone out to find food for him? His master would never abandon him.

Draco walked out awkwardly from the big tree behind him. He touched his nose, and it seemed that nothing needed him to do now.

No, there was one more thing he could do to help Harry.

"Excuse me."

"Can you give me the red gem in your hand? This is my birthday present to Harry."

Cedric then noticed that his junior was holding an eye-catching object in his hand.

what--

Finnegan raised his head sharply.

"Is this from you to Harry-senior?"

"Uh-huh."

Draco nodded proudly, "He's a Gryffindor, of course he likes red gems."

Finnegan looked at the gem in his hand, and suddenly he remembered that it seemed to have slipped from Harry Potter's sleeve.