Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Everyone present tacitly ignored the past events, because no one could explain it all well. Harry had no way of explaining why he fell out of thin air, Cedric could not explain why he followed Finnegan, and Finnegan also could not explain the red gem in his hand. Draco felt inexplicably ashamed of his eavesdropping behavior hiding behind a tree.

The two sides had reached an amazing tacit understanding at this time. After they had the stairs to go down, they stopped discussing. Only Yaya was still sitting there waiting. It kept staring into the depths of the forbidden forest, as if the next moment, its master would come out from the deepest part and take it to continue patrolling.

The four of them walked halfway and then separated. Cedric volunteered to help Finnegan to the infirmary. Before he left, he glanced at Harry, wondering why he didn't use a spell? Obviously, a heal spell would solve the problem, but he chose to remain silent.

The gem returned to Harry's hand. This time he put it in his arms and cast a small spell to fix it tightly on his body. It was a little painful, and Harry grimaced.

"So what is this?"

Draco walked to Harry's left, head tilted, very confused, it looked like just an ordinary stone.

Harry saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, and behind him was a man following slowly, with Disillusionment Charm cast all over his body. Although the man was careful enough, the sunken grass completely exposed his traces.

Harry moved closer to Draco again, and using the wide robe, Harry tugged at the corner of Draco's clothes, seemingly an unconscious action.

Draco immediately understood what he meant and automatically changed the subject without any abrupt turns.

The two of them parted ways, and Harry thought about explaining to Draco tomorrow, and also -

It seems that he needs to find a way to keep Ron, Hermione and the others informed. Harry thought of the coin that Hermione made when she formed Dumbledore's Army. It can be used to transmit messages at any time and disguised as a gold Galleon. Perhaps he can make it more advanced now.

The further he walked, the slower Harry's steps became. He climbed the stairs one step at a time, looking at the spiral staircase. For the first time, he wondered if he could go slower. People were coming and going around him, their shadows crisscrossing each other. Some shadows of different shades of color overlapped, merged, separated, and then met again.

Harry turned a corner and the flickering light of the fire in the corridor was cast on Harry, causing the shadow following him to become larger and smaller.

Suddenly, Harry's shadow enlarged a little bit in an instant and then returned to normal.

Harry didn't notice that he was already standing in front of Professor Lockhart's office. Should he go in?

It feels good to escape, but it's painful to apologize.

Unexpectedly, just as he was hesitating, the door in front of her suddenly opened with a creak. Lockhart was sitting on the chair, looking at Harry with a smile.

"professor--"

"It is an honor to be Mr. Potter's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in the second year. We will be together for a short period of one year."

Harry felt a chill in his heart; it seemed that there was no hope for this course.

Dumbledore was already sitting on the chair at this time. He didn't know what he saw so funny, but he was in a very happy mood. He even added three less sugar cubes to his tea, which shocked the headmasters behind him.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

"Who knows? It's unprecedented."

Harry was the one who hid the deepest in the whole place. Almost no one noticed her. Harry found her hiding place based on his intuition, but Zhou Fu seemed to have disappeared from the place long ago.

The clock hands moved to another space. Harry accidentally killed a man while performing a mission, and the reporters, as if by appointment, recorded the scene perfectly the moment he walked out of the door. Soon he was subjected to overwhelming accusations. At this time, Hermione, as the Minister of Magic, became unusually silent.

Harry was forced to rest at home, and Bourne took over the position of Auror Captain from him. Percy held a high position in the Ministry of Magic. With this marriage relationship, the Weasley family almost occupied half of the Ministry of Magic.

Molly still seemed to be the mother who liked to take care of her children, but her focus now was on comforting Harry, while Ginny stayed by his side, never leaving him.

The outcome of this matter was ultimately inconclusive. No member of the Wizengamot filed a lawsuit for this matter, and the whole thing seemed to gradually fade away. Harry finally dared to go out for a walk. He first came to the family's door, took out a bag of gold Galleons that Ron had asked him to take out from his treasure house, and quietly put it in, hoping that it would serve as a small compensation to them.

To this day Harry still can't remember what happened that day. He only knows that when he came to his senses, he found that the man was dead. Afterwards, someone used a Retracing Spell on his wand and found an Avada Kedavra. It seems that Harry had killed someone, and this is a foregone conclusion.

Harry touched the clothes on his chest, where there were two particularly large holes. Those were the Order of Merlin, First Class, awarded to him by the Wizengamot Council after he defeated the Dark Lord. Now they have been taken away, but Harry left behind traces of the past, hoping to remind himself all the time.

There must be something wrong. Harry felt that this matter was too strange, and the people around him seemed to have tacitly accepted that he was the murderer. Even though he tried his best to explain to them what happened that day, he also looked at Ron and Hermione with expectation.

but--

It was already sunset. Harry wrapped himself in a black cloak, covered his body with an Disillusionment Charm, and then slowly walked away. Behind him, there seemed to be two people who could see him, and their eyes slowly followed his traces.

"Not enough, still not enough."

"What's not enough?" Jerry asked in confusion. He kept silent about what happened that day, but he always felt a little guilty. As for the other Harry, he was very obedient and wanted to do everything for him.

This morning, after Harry read today's "Daily Prophet", he dragged him to the place where he was hiding that night, and stayed there quietly, waiting for a whole day, until another Harry came here, and Jerryan seemed to understand one thing.

"Actually, there is no need. Is there any other way? Can we——"

"No."

Harry coldly rejected Jie Lan's request. His body was getting thinner and thinner, and it seemed that a gust of wind would make him sick. He was completely exhausted.