Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Long time no see, Harry, guess what I brought you?"

This is a smaller room with several rows of cabinets scattered on both sides of the wall, which are divided into many small compartments. Each small compartment has a different decoration style.

Harry was training Quidditch and came here to drink some water during the half-time break. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the locker room, he saw a note on the table.

"Who gave this to me?"

He flipped the note left and right and had a bad feeling in his heart. At this moment, the shadow of the table suddenly disappeared and Tom appeared out of thin air.

"Senior?"

Harry's eyes lit up. "What gift did you bring me? And you're being so mysterious. Is Dumbledore back too?"

He looked behind Tom, but didn't see what he wanted to see, which made Harry a little discouraged. He was always nervous, and Dumbledore's long journey made him very nervous.

“It was already there when I arrived.”

Tom denied Harry's guess and brought him a shocking news, "The prisoners in Azkaban have escaped."

Harry stood there in a daze. They were all deadpools who killed people without blinking an eye and were only loyal to Voldemort. Bellatrix, in particular, was a disgusting crazy woman.

"Who on earth did this?"

"it's me."

Harry was silent, wanting to be defensive, wanting to be alert, but suddenly he found that his wand was in his own little compartment.

"You don't need to be nervous. Dumbledore agreed to this."

Harry relaxed a little, but still didn't let down his guard completely. "Can you give me a reason?"

"A group of forces appeared out of nowhere and controlled nearly one-third of the members of the International United Wizards and Magic Association. We must strike first."

"What about those people?"

"I sent them all away." Tom smiled, as if he didn't care about those Death Eaters at all.

"If you let those people meet--"

"Don't worry, they don't have the guts to betray me. Okay, your friends are here, you should prepare in advance."

"what to prepare?"

Harry felt a little puzzled. Why did they come here in a hurry and leave again? What were they busy with?

"Harry, how was your rest? I dare say we can win the Quidditch championship again this year. This will definitely be the beginning of a brilliant Quidditch career for me."

Wood walked in, sweating all over. Even though the wizard robe on the back was soaked with sweat, his eyes were still shining. His love for the sport made him stand firm no matter how tired he was.

"Okay, I'm coming."

Harry left the locker room. She felt that this was too bold. Could Senior Tom be trusted? Why would Dumbledore give him such an important task?

"Hey, Harry, don't be distracted, the Golden Snitch is almost right under your nose!"

"Okay, okay, here I come——"

Harry leaped up from the lawn and flew quickly into the sky. The surrounding scenery became a blurred background. The sound gradually became smaller. He was like a high-speed flying suggestion, rushing towards the target quickly.

There were exclamations from some little wizards around.

Fred stopped in mid-air on his broom and nudged George in the waist with his elbow. "Don't you think Harry is tired of being so fierce? Wood is really like him. Finally, he has found someone like him."

"Would you please shut up—"

George's pupils gradually dilated, and he left the spot at this moment. Then, as if touched by a small amount of brotherhood, he pulled Fred's sleeve slightly, making his whole body tilt to the left. Then, the Quaffle flew over at a speed of 360 kilometers per hour, kissed Fred's ear hard, and then left arrogantly.

"Wood!"

"What are you calling me for?"

A sound coming from far away.

"What are you doing playing football as a goalkeeper?!"

"Hurry up, or your other ear will fall off if you don't pay attention."

All the disturbances on the ground were far away from Harry, and he rekindled his love for this sport. This was the first area where Harry found confidence when he first entered Hogwarts.

That's what it feels like!

The Golden Snitch is fast! Harry's speed is even faster, and with his precise control of the magic power around him, every inch of muscle and every posture is extremely precise, weakening the blocking effect of the airflow and merging with the flying broom.

Bring it to you!

Harry slowly landed on the ground with the Golden Snitch in his hand. He was in a trance for a moment. There was also a set in Sirius' former office, but it didn't matter. It would be there soon. He was about to find his godfather.

"Good job, Harry!"

Wood suddenly fell from the sky to the ground, rushed to Harry, picked him up, and threw him into the sky to celebrate the upcoming victory in advance.

"You don't have to look at me like that—"

Harry felt goose bumps all over his body. A grown man being looked at by another grown man with such a precious gaze, the thought of it made his back cold at night.

"Okay, the training is over, let's go back and have lunch."

Wood was so happy that he interrupted his afternoon training for the first time.

"Why don't you continue?" Harry asked curiously.

"I heard that you had to go see Professor McGonagall in the evening."

Wood said that he was very understanding and had never been a crazy person who practiced Quidditch to death. He always combined work and rest and trained scientifically, which the other team members strongly disagreed with.

Harry touched the stack of papers, two envelopes and a new note in his pocket. After saying goodbye to them, it seemed that he had to go find Dudley. By the way, this guy has been elusive recently and no one knew what he was doing every day.

Crossing the Quidditch pitch, across the vast Black Lake, across the octopuses playing in the lake, we came to the edge of the mountains, where two people stood.

"You have the nerve to come to Hogwarts."

"You still have the nerve to stay here."

Dudley and Bai You looked at each other and saw clearly that the other person couldn't hold back his smile. Then they laughed heartily and sat on the lawn, looking at the small castle in the sky. They could hardly see anyone on it on the other side of the distant lake.

"You have the guts to fool the master for so long, be careful that the master will come and peel off your bones and skin."

"To be precise, I'm not the master yet, but of course I can do it." Although Dudley said this, he was actually examining himself recently to see if he had done anything particularly out of line.

"How's your end of the matter going?"

"Is it okay? Didn't you see Dumbledore has left?"

"Tsk tsk tsk." Dudley curled his lips. He could do such a simple job.

"What about the grave? Why haven't you done anything yet?"

"You also know the exact location, why don't you do it?"

"I'm not a fool."