Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry opened his eyes blearily and saw the man in front of him.

He quickly got up and got out of his previous emotions. "Who are you?" Harry asked cautiously. He didn't see any malice in this man, only the power and decisiveness that had accumulated for a long time.

"My name is Gryffindor. Yes, the one you are familiar with." Seeing that Harry was weak and did not stand up, the man sat down himself and met him face to face like a familiar friend.

"You are!" Harry opened his eyes wide and his mouth opened in disbelief. He never expected that after being born once, he would meet the ancestor of their academy, a person who lived hundreds of years ago.

There was a legend that once circulated in the academy, which said that the octopus in the Black Fox was Anigmas from Gryffindor. No one believed it at first. At most, they just thought that the octopus had been recuperating in the Black Lake for a long time, and gradually became spiritual and would help the students of the academy.

If he remembered correctly, Harry remembered that he was dragged into the Black Lake by a black octopus before he fell into a coma. Thinking of the legend, the person who appeared in front of him now was most likely the legendary Gryffindor, whom the headmaster had been guarding Hogwarts for nearly a thousand years.

Harry really couldn't think of anyone else who could do such a thing in this school, except for the four great wizards who had such mysterious abilities and the ability to open up a space on a grand scale.

Harry got up quickly, feeling that lying on the ground was somewhat disrespectful to the great dean. He brushed off the mud and weeds on his body and looked at the man on the ground with admiration.

Gryffindor felt a little embarrassed at this moment. He had just accommodated the little brat in front of him by sitting on the ground in order to get closer to him, and now he had to get up again. It was not easy for him to get up, but he felt a little awkward seeing the little boy looking down at him.

"Yes, I am the person you imagine." Gryffindor quickly changed the subject and repeated what he had just said, "There is a little thing in your head." He looked at Harry's forehead, hinting at something.

"But I used some tricks to separate that thing from you temporarily." Gryffindor said.

"Thank you so much." Harry bowed quickly, very grateful, and then he said why he couldn't contact the system in his head. It was a help to him before, but now it is something that restricts his freedom more than the existence of a monitor.

Gryffindor noticed the boy's reserve and said nothing more.

"You are the first person to enter this space in thousands of years. This proves that Hogwarts chose you, and we also chose you." Gryffindor patted the weeds on his body and stood up.

"Oh?" Harry was a little confused. He didn't know why after his rebirth, so many things that he had never heard of in his previous life suddenly popped up.

"You should have heard about the founding of Hogwarts. I came to this land with three other people and built this castle." Gryffindor said slowly.

"Hmm," Harry recalled a passage in the history of Hogwarts. Legend has it that the name of Hogwarts was given by Rowena Ravenclaw after she dreamed that she was led to a cliff by a lake by a warthog.

But more people believe that the 10th century was a dangerous era for wizards due to the relentless persecution of Muggles who hated magic. Therefore, several founders built Hogwarts in the Scottish Highlands and cast countless protective spells to prevent Muggles from invading.

Harry had heard countless versions of the history of the establishment of Hogwarts, and now he wanted to hear the different explanations of the parties involved.

Gryffindor seemed to understand what Harry was thinking. "Some of these pieces of history are correct, and we passed them down to future generations as a warning. Unfortunately, because they have been passed down for too long, the meanings of many sentences have been distorted, and many warnings have been regarded as myths and legends and are no longer taken seriously."

Gryffindor looked somewhat distressed and helpless, yet seemed to be calm as if it was just as expected.

Seeing Harry's bewildered face, he smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that Rowena is right. We cannot break through the limitations of time to remind people a thousand years later. So we can only build our own power and give the wizarding world a living force to prevent them from falling into trouble."

"It seems that they didn't make good use of it, right?" Harry touched his head, a little confused. He looked at the man in front of him and wanted to comfort him, but because he was so famous, all he had left was ten times ten respect and awe.

"The motto of Hogwarts, 'Do not disturb a sleeping dragon', actually means just what it says on the tin. Do not disturb a sleeping dragon!" Gryffindor spoke faster, seeming very urgent.

"Hmm?" Harry still didn't understand. He didn't understand why he should be afraid of dragons. He thought about the dragons in his previous life, and then thought about the 12 uses of dragon blood on the chocolate frog slices. He always felt that this dragon was not the current dragon, otherwise it would not be possible to give the four great wizards such a strong sense of oppression.

"We once went to the two poles of the earth, wanting to explore the mysteries of this world." Gryffindor paused, "But in fact, we discovered a shocking conspiracy, and we were just food kept in captivity." He seemed to have thought of something, as if despite thousands of years of healing, he still could not recover from the shadow of the past.

"What!!" Harry was a little bit incredulous. He looked at the man in front of him and wondered if he had a mental problem that caused him to have such an outrageous dream.

He could understand Bai You's statement. After all, there was a time converter that ignored time. If traveling between two worlds was the function of the treasure, it was beyond his understanding.

But if a wizard possesses such powerful magic, can control people's hearts, ignore the limitations of lifespan, break through the blockade of space and stay away from the obstacles of time, such a powerful and magical creature is actually just food for others!

This is such an absurd thing, just like someone telling you that a small black, non-toxic ant less than 10mm long actually gnawed through the entire earth and destroyed the solar system. Even if it is a Muggle with powerful weapons, the wizards are still considering whether to live in peace with him or perish. Wizards are never afraid of atomic bombs. Even if they want to launch them, they will first blow up the Muggle soil and fight to the death, and perish together!

The pride of being a wizard for a long time has been ingrained in Harry, and every wizard is like this. But suddenly someone tells you that it doesn’t matter if you have such a powerful power, you are still just someone else’s meal!

Despite his experience in his previous life and the rationality and thinking of an adult, as well as the careful cultivation of many Aurors and Headmaster Dumbledore this time, Harry couldn't help laughing. He even covered his abdomen, trembling all over, and sat down, looking at the man in front of him without respect, his eyes full of resentment.

Because he vaguely knew that this might be true. Whether it was from the system or the map that Bai You gave him, the North and South Poles on the map were both extremely rich silver.

Or maybe he had witnessed his transformation in the past, from a harmless creature into a flying dragon with wings, wisdom, magic power, and powerful weapons.

He had kept it buried deep in his heart and even convinced himself to believe Bai You's lies.