Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"So what will happen to me next?"

Gryffindor accepted his fate calmly. At this time, Dumbledore picked up the Sorting Hat and motioned Gryffindor to put his hand in.

"what do you mean?"

"You might as well give it a try. In fact, we belong to the same camp."

"what?"

There was no danger in being put into the Sorting Hat. Gryffindor was extremely sure of this. The Sorting Hat opened its big mouth and Gryffindor put his hand in. When his fingers touched an icy, hard object, he froze in his place. This was...

"Maybe he can't get away."

Harry answered Harry.

"Indeed, he can't escape. Dumbledore is still outside. No one can escape from Dumbledore unless he is willing to let Gryffindor go."

Harry was absolutely sure of that.

Hagrid sat aside. His height was exactly the same as Harry and Harry's. He was like a huge doll. He stayed in one place obediently and listened carefully to the conversation between the two. In fact, the muscles under his clothes were contracting wildly.

All kinds of emotions were surging wildly in Hagrid's tiny eyes. A slight struggle flashed across his brown pupils, and then he was covered by a thin layer of black mist. He adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, and his muscles moved with his breathing. His strength was accumulating, and his target was the two little guys in front. Only success was allowed, and failure was not allowed. Hagrid knew very well that he only had this one chance.

Harry and Hagrid were still communicating animatedly. They still ignored Hagrid, but their positions were switched, with Harry facing Hagrid and standing in front of Harry.

In the blink of an eye, Hagrid suddenly jumped up from the ground. He was twice as tall as Harry and the others. His rough big hand went straight to Harry's neck. The distance between them was very short and they were completely unprepared. Hagrid was very sure that he could hit them with one blow.

As long as he could get close to Harry's neck, he would be able to threaten Harry and force him to let him go.

However, Harry felt the strong wind coming from behind and just turned his head slightly to avoid Hagrid's attack. At the same time, he pulled Harry to the other side and protected her behind him.

Hagrid's body had great inertia, and he dived forward several steps before he could catch his own body. Seeing that his first attack failed, he wanted to try again, but he didn't expect Harry to slowly pull out his wand from his sleeve and quickly imprisoned -

Then Hagrid was tied tightly to the ground. He twisted his body unwillingly and struggled hard. His eyes hidden under his eyebrows stared at Harry with hatred.

"What did you do to Hagrid?"

Harry finally put his heart at ease. This was not Hagrid, at least not the Hagrid he was familiar with. He once suspected that Hagrid was transformed by Dudley, but this most likely option was the first one he ruled out.

"You can use magic here!?"

While Hagrid's mind was shaking and fluctuating violently, his subconscious was quietly changed. When he opened his eyes and looked at Harry, he suddenly felt a sense of happiness, loyalty, and the desire to die for him. It seemed that it was his honor to give everything for him.

Hagrid shook his head frantically, he didn't understand what was going on, but he had an inexplicable feeling of nausea. When thoughts are no longer his own, when consciousness can be implanted, people's minds lose their habitat and succumb to the cruel reality.

Harry nodded, and then sealed his mouth and ears. What followed was not suitable for him to hear.

"Can you tell anything?"

"I noticed something was wrong with him one night a few years ago, and it was after that that he changed his little house from being rough to being extremely refined."

"Can you show me then?"

Harry took the wand from Harry, pointed it at his own temple, then pulled out a strand of silver thread. A water mirror automatically appeared in the air, and Harry carefully placed the silver thread on the water mirror.

Hagrid seemed to realize something, his cheeks turned red, as if he was drunk and the sun was burning red, his forehead was covered with sweat, the sweat gathered together and even flowed down his cheeks into his rough beard, and he was shaking violently at the same time, but Harry's quick restraint was not that simple, the rope that was almost as thick as a human thigh was used professionally to tie Hagrid up several times.

I have to say, although what Gryffindor teaches is miscellaneous, it is indeed very practical. Harry thought of that elder again and felt a little depressed.

Then, Harley and Harry held hands, the water mirror slowly expanded, the picture lengthened, and two people walked in.

In the picture, this is Hagrid's perspective. He is seen happily making tea with a large iron pot next to him. Harry recognizes that the pot is filled with rock biscuits, the biscuits that almost knocked out one of his teeth. They are as hard as rocks.

Harry ran straight to the stove, pointed at it and said to Harry, "There's something wrong with this place, but I can't tell what it is. Come and take a look."

After she said this, she automatically gave up the place.

Hagrid was still happy, and the room remained much as Harry remembered it, with beds scattered about and dirty walls, like a room occupied by a rough, big man.

Harry recalled this and once again confirmed that something was wrong with Hagrid. He was originally in the real world, and he thought he was himself, but suddenly he traveled through time, which caused the decoration in Hagrid's room to change.

Unexpectedly, the decoration changed suddenly in one day, and the only abnormality Harley found during that day was the fireplace.

Harry trusted her judgement.

Time seemed to pass very slowly, and Harry felt his eyes were very dry. He stared at the leaping flames motionlessly, and even counted how many short pieces of firewood were in it and the pattern of the flame's changes. Even Hagrid had finished eating his newly made rock cake.

Suddenly realizing something, the three people in the room stood up abruptly. Harry and Harry did not make much noise because they could not touch anything in that world.

On the contrary, Hagrid stood up suddenly and knocked over the stool, which fell to the ground with a loud noise. Perhaps it was the innate vigilance brought by his giant bloodline, Hagrid immediately turned around and looked sharply at the fireplace. Harry felt that his body was about to be penetrated by Hagrid's gaze, and quickly took a few steps back.

Hagrid first went to the wall and held his pink umbrella tightly, then cautiously approached the fireplace step by step. At the same time, Lupin in the real world also checked that something was wrong in this place.