Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Magic is everywhere, but for some reason the concentration of magic varies from place to place, and is also affected by the number of wizards who live there."

Bai You conjured up a world map out of thin air, with silver substance flowing slowly on it. In the Scottish Highlands of the United Kingdom, which is now Hogwarts, as well as Diagon Alley in London, Paris in France, New York in the United States, Moscow in Russia, the Himalayas in China, and Mount Tai in the central part of China, at first glance, these places have the thickest silver.

No, there are two more places.

Harry pointed to the two ends of the map, which were the South Pole and the North Pole. The color was so strong that it almost blended with the white color of the map.

"Why do these two places have such powerful magic?" Harry was a little confused. As far as he knew, this should refer to some living animals. Even some humans were just Muggle scientists who came to the Antarctic for scientific research.

"I don't know either. The North Pole is okay, it might be the site of some ancient wizards. The South Pole has the Antarctic Ice Wall that stretches for 3000 km." Bai You's eyes wandered and he avoided the topic.

"Although this place is rich in magical power, the climate is extremely cold. In addition, due to its geographical location, not many wizards are willing to live there." Harry seemed to understand and accepted Bai You's statement.

"There are only a few places in the Muggle world where there are wizards. Wizards absorb magic from the air around them, but they also dissipate magic during their normal actions."

"As for the British, and even the whole world, it is considered to be one of the best wizarding schools. Hogwarts itself absorbs the magical power from countless wizards. This not only strengthens the defense of the castle itself, but also supplies the people living in this castle." Bai You seemed a little envious. He seemed eager to go out and experience it for himself.

Hearing this, Harry gradually understood something, but he still felt that there was something wrong with this explanation, and he couldn't tell what was wrong. Harry forgot about the poor Professor Quirrell crawling in front of him, and Bai You secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking through a dim corridor, Harry looked at the heavy rain outside the window and suddenly wanted to go back to the dormitory, but the rumbling in his stomach reminded him to continue to the auditorium for dinner.

Harry walked along a long corridor. The heavy rain beside him formed a curtain of water, which was so thin and dense that it connected into threads. Looking at the faint lights in front of him and listening to the increasingly loud noises, he walked quickly for a few minutes, but unexpectedly, at the corner of the corridor, he saw a girl hugging her body and crying.

Harry walked past quickly, but heard the sound getting louder and louder, and on a rainy day, listening to such miserable crying and seeing a girl like this, she really couldn't bear it.

He took a step back and walked in front of her. He saw that her wizard robe was wet, her black hair was stuck to her scalp, and she lowered her head like an abandoned cub.

"Well," Harry cast a warming spell on the girl and dried her clothes, and then he felt a little better.

Pansy squatted on the ground. She thought Draco had a change of heart and came to find her, but she heard the voice of a strange boy. It was not right for a noble lady like her to be so embarrassed in front of a stranger.

In the noisy rain, she felt the long-lost warmth, and her heart, which had just cooled down, instantly warmed up. She wanted to look up at the boy, but she only saw a figure hurriedly leaving. The boy, with black hair, a thin body, outstanding temperament, and a distinguished appearance, strode forward.

Many faces flashed through Pansy's mind at once, but she only kept him in her heart. "I will definitely repay you, and then find a very good boy and make Malfoy regret it," Pansy swore fiercely in her mind.

Entering the castle, the warm light shone on him, and Harry immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He strided over to the Gryffindor table and heard the whispers of many little wizards in the middle.

In the flying class, his and Malfoy's heroic deeds had spread to the whole school in a short period of time. Harry inadvertently glanced at the shy eyes of some little witches and the bold gazes of some senior students, feeling a little helpless.

Among them, Malfoy's gaze was the most conspicuous, almost scalding him to death.

Harry hurriedly sat between Ron and Hermione. The ambiguous atmosphere that had just been brewing between the young couple was suddenly broken by Harry, a straight man.

Ron was a little disappointed, but Hermione asked Harry with concern, "Professor McGonagall didn't do anything to you, did she?"

"No, the professor even let me join the Gryffindor team." Harry said in a low voice.

"Wow!" The little witch covered her lips and looked at Harry with surprise, "You are awesome!" Ron pouted in dissatisfaction, and at the same time felt a little envious. Although he knew that this was the treatment of a savior, he actually wanted to fly into the sky, but unfortunately the flying lesson just now...

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, the flame was still crackling in the fireplace of the Gryffindor common room, adding some heat to the humid common room and driving away some moisture.

A tall and thin figure stood in front of the fireplace, with dull eyes and stiff movements. This was Harry who was sleepwalking. Ronze quietly hid behind the stairs. He must find out what Harry had done tonight.

But the strange thing was that Harry stood there staring at the dancing flames, completely motionless.

At this moment, Harry's mind was in a state of chaos.

"Who are you?" Harry looked at Harry who looked exactly like him, but seemed more sinister and noble in temperament.

"I am you! I am the Harry who should have been sorted into Slytherin. I am the Harry who should have accomplished something, instead of being betrayed by his relatives and friends and used as a pawn." That Harry was as sarcastic as he could be.

"I will study hard and improve my abilities. I will use all the resources around me to make myself stronger. I will protect my loved ones instead of letting my godfather pay for me in the name of impulsive bravery." That Harry came up and stood in front of Harry, nose to nose, their two emerald green eyes facing each other.

"You are just a fool who has been sold and is still counting money for others." The Harry whispered in Harry's ear.

"You!" Harry was very angry, but he knew that what this person said was true. Even in his own heart, after going through so much, Harry thought so about himself.

Harry swung his fist out suddenly and hit Harry in front of him, but he disappeared into thin air and reappeared behind Harry, coming over silently.

Harry heard something, his eyes widened, and he was overwhelmed by uncontrollable fear.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Ron walked over quietly and looked at Harry who was slumped on the sofa.