Harry Potter and the Rebirth

It's flame, burning green flame.

Is someone trying to get here through the fireplace? Hagrid was very alert. Fang rushed in from the door and barked at the fireplace.

Lupin reached his hand into the fireplace and felt many smooth stones on one side of the fireplace. He took one out and looked at it carefully. It was black without any flaws. Although the stones had different shapes, their colors were surprisingly consistent.

Could it be the unique way giants build fireplaces? He just felt a little strange. Forget it, let's pack up first. Lupin turned his attention to the luggage piled up in the house. There were not many, just a few washed and worn clothes and some daily necessities.

Harry saw the flame in the fireplace gradually go out. Hagrid approached it cautiously and tested it vigilantly. The flame suddenly rekindled and the huge force burned Hagrid's calf. Hagrid felt the pain and took a few steps back. Fang rushed to his side.

The scene stopped abruptly. Was it a burn? Harry and Harry's consciousness returned to the space. Hagrid had given up struggling. He was now tied up tightly with ropes all over his body.

"You should go back and rest first. You have classes the next day. Judging from your current condition, we can't get any useful information from you. We still have plenty of time."

Harry nodded, and when she was gone, Harry untied Hagrid and helped him onto the bed.

"Hagrid, let's talk."

He was a little surprised.

Grindelwald was hundreds of miles away. He followed a man slowly. The man in front of him walked in a very strange way. He seemed to be very uncomfortable with his legs and arms, which were almost twisted into knots.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Grindelwald stood there. The young man next to him seemed to have some complaints, but he didn't dare to say anything. He could only look at Grindelwald with a little resentment. He didn't know who he was waiting for and looked around.

The streets were very quiet at this time. Two people were strolling in the metropolis after the hustle and bustle of the night. It was already 4 o'clock in the morning, the darkest time before dawn. Many people had fallen asleep. Only those who liked to live in the night like vampires were hiding in the darkness of the streets and alleys, staring greedily at the two unknown people who were walking carelessly in the streets.

The young man felt the hairs on his back suddenly stand up, as if he was being stared at by something. He let out a soft hissing sound with an odd tone that made the listener's hair stand on end. Not long after, a scream was heard not far away.

Grindelwald walked over, and the young man hummed a tune and looked around nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened just now.

"That snake is a little weird, get a smaller one next time."

"Okay okay."

The young man controlled his limbs and bowed several times crookedly. Apart from his posture, his attitude was really like that of a studious student thanking his teacher.

Grindelwald was choked and looked at the young man in a slightly disbelief. Was this the second generation Dark Lord that they were talking about? Why did he look like a shameless young man?

He suddenly moved closer, staring into the young man's eyes, full of inquiry, as if he wanted to dig out the emotions he wanted from them. There was none of that: hatred, hostility, or calculation. Instead, he looked like a rookie who had just entered society, full of sincerity and innocence.

"you--"

"Thank you for the compliment~"

Tom shouted a few times in a rhythmic manner. For some reason, after Voldemort was rescued by Grindelwald, his mind became unusually clear. At the same time, he also felt that his abilities had become much stronger. However, he was restricted by some black magic, and could only use poisonous snakes to bite others to death without anyone noticing.

For a Dark Lord, nothing is more painful than losing Avada Kedavra.

"Don't act crazy or stupid. I won't buy it."

"Oh."

Tom's expression turned cold again, it was really boring. He looked around curiously.

"Who are you waiting for?"

Here he comes. Although he didn't answer, Tom saw the answer he wanted. A young man who looked very thin suddenly appeared around them. His clothes were very tattered. In early autumn, the hem of his clothes was frozen into ice chips. He had an untidy beard, was almost skin and bones, and had messy hair stuck to his head, like a refugee crossing the border.

"you--"

The first moment Jerran returned to reality was to quickly walk out of the mountain, contact his current master, and then go to Hogwarts. However, while contacting his master, Grindelwald asked him to meet at a designated location.

"Let's go, we'll talk about it when we get there." Grindelwald didn't avoid Tom behind him at all, and Tom looked at Jerlan thoughtfully.

The three people disappeared instantly.

Voldemort cursed loudly, saying that he had traveled such a long distance and suffered so much hardship for so many days, just to take him for a walk.

"Please turn to page 15 of the Elementary Transfiguration Guide. Today we are going to learn..."

Hermione and Ron sat at the front, while Harry separated from them and sat with Malfoy. This unusual move attracted many people's attention. Some were surprised, some were curious, but more were inquiring. What did this seat change mean?

Did these three people break up with each other?

"What's going on today?"

Draco poked Harry's arm. He was surprised that Harry invited him to the last row today. Although it was quiet usually, he had never done it together without those two burdens. Draco felt that victory was in sight.

"Today I need you to cooperate with me in a play."

Draco was in the mood and cooperated. What did this mean? Why did he go alone and not others? This was not cooperation, this was trust. She only trusted him.

Draco made his own calculations in his mind and put seeking his cooperation and trusting only him on the same level.

At this moment, Harry's heart ached and he shuddered violently. No, this matter obviously would not harm Hogwarts, but fortunately, he had gained something last night.

A thin layer of water film covered the entire heart, and then spread outward from it. Harry immediately felt much better.

On the first day he arrived at Hogwarts, Harry knew that the lake water had the effect of healing human wounds. Although he never mentioned it, he had actually been secretly coveting it for a long time.

Professor McGonagall, who was at the top, was watching. There were two heads in the last row, who huddled together and whispered, so she picked up the two of them.

"Harry, Malfoy, come to the front."

The two people went to the podium obediently. Professor McGonagall frowned, not understanding why the two students who were well-behaved in the past were disrupting the class today?

Hermione, who was sitting at the front row, didn't seem very surprised. Ron, in a corner where Professor McGonagall couldn't see him, winked at Harry.