Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Then you should answer my question now."

Harry thought about it and saw the old dragon and the Gryffindors surrounding him, with different meanings in their eyes.

"Because I know I won't die."

Harry kept his next words to himself. The bad taste of this guy in front of him put him in an extremely embarrassing situation, and he would never sit idly by and watch his classmates fall into danger. This made them speechless. At the same time -

Thinking about Snape's strange words, maybe he was in a bad mood and asked all the professors, including Dumbledore, to watch it together.

"Are you so sure?" Lao Long was very curious. How could this guy be so bold and so sure that he would not die?

"What are these tentacles?"

The space in front of me gradually dissipated, and the figure of the old dragon was looming. It was my first time entering this space, and the tentacles wriggling above the wall were still vivid in my mind.

"Those are its nerves," interjected the Gryffindor.

This was expected. Although Harry had never read the corresponding novels about the Muggle world, he had heard of this kind of setting. When the magnificent and strange settings in the novel were put into reality, they were not so interesting.

"So that's what you're relying on to judge that I have no ill will towards you?"

Not only that, but Harry didn't want to tell the old dragon all this. Based on the space in his head and the group of mysterious people surrounding him, he would not die young. Harry was extremely sure of this.

But he would never put his safety in the hands of others, so a bracelet on Harry's hand suddenly turned into a sharp sword, and the tip of the sword was pointed at its eyes in the blink of an eye.

No one present reacted, including the Gryffindors who claimed to have a deep understanding of Harry.

"I have the power to deal with you"

An identical Harry appeared behind the old dragon, except that his figure was fainter, but his expression and tone of voice all pointed out one fact.

This kid Harry can split himself.

Gryffindor circled around the other Harry for several times, but there was no familiar smell on him, so it was not Harry who had transformed.

"I vaguely remember that you ran away once, but your scent was still on the scene."

That's right, from beginning to end, the soul that Harry separated did not completely return to the body, but had been lurking around, and even touched the space where the old dragon's real body was.

"But you suddenly returned to normal."

"I adjusted the size of the two souls. Although this one has some consciousness, it is weak enough to avoid your detection."

"What makes you think this green sword can hurt me?"

A white horse passed by, its dull eyes suddenly became lively for a moment, it glanced at Harry with a smile, then stepped into the air, broke through the space, rushed to the lawn of Hogwarts, rushed to the forbidden forest filled with pink mist, and caught up with the centaur who was fleeing in a hurry.

"Who is it?" asked the old dragon.

"It, it's my friend." Harry looked at his little friend gradually going away with nostalgia on his face. The two souls merged into one, and Harry's aura became stronger, even comparable to Snape at certain moments.

"Hahaha--"

Lao Long felt that today's show was not in vain. This was definitely the most exciting performance he had seen in all these years.

He thought he was the one setting the game. When the chess player watched the chess pieces fighting desperately, he didn't expect that the chess pieces would unknowingly switch the entire chessboard and play against him.

The victory that I thought I had in my hands turned out to be nothing more than an illusion in the sky or a moon in the water.

"Aren't you afraid that I might get upset and kill everyone?"

"I have my own precautions."

Harry waved his hand gently, and a part of the old dragon's body began to move uncontrollably. The tentacle that Harry had touched led a small section and rushed towards Harry excitedly, clinging firmly to his leg.

"Shameful traitor!"

"Why are you scolding yourself?" Gryffindor laughed softly. Has the master come back? Such an ingenious design has kept everyone in the dark. They originally thought it was a fight for life and escape from the desperate situation, but they didn't expect it to be a quick tour and easy thing.

"Boy, you're good."

The old dragon laughed in anger and raised his hand to teach this ignorant and disrespectful brat a lesson, but he didn't expect that his body shrank uncontrollably.

"What did you do to me?" It didn't dare to say anything too dirty, for fear that this guy would take out something else that would overwhelm it.

"Okay, Ah Ben, thank you for your hard work!"

Gryffindor looked at Harry in astonishment. This snake-like pet was usually ignored. There were many such animals around Harry, but their frequency of appearance was not very high. Even he subconsciously ignored these little guys and completely forgot the mysterious and strange situation when they first appeared. Suddenly they appeared and did such a big business.

Lao Long’s own house had been robbed, and he only now realized what was going on with all these strange things. Ah Ben was fighting with him for sovereignty.

Oh, Merlin's pants, he was simply tricked by this little guy, and on the surface he looked extremely embarrassed, but in fact, he not only won the hearts of the people, but also showed his selfless and fearless spirit in front of his strong man, jumped out of the whole trap, and quietly controlled the big boss in his hands, while collecting the armor in his own hands.

The key point is that no one knows about his gains. Instead, they are all pity for him. This kid has made a fortune in silence. He has achieved the ultimate.

It was actually a little scared and afraid. It joined forces with that guy to deal with Harry. Maybe it was so bold as to hang itself - maybe it was because it thought its life was too long.

"What's the matter with you?"

This obviously added a variable that Harry had not anticipated. Gryffindor looked at the space that was about to disappear and for the first time was thankful for the speed at which it was collapsing.

He wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and wondered what kind of little monster he had cultivated in the past year. He even felt a little inexplicably proud of it.

"I'll leave first. If you have any questions, you can go to the Black Lake and find the giant octopus."

Then his whole body turned into a beam of white light, rushed out of the space, and dived into the giant octopus playing in the black lake. The giant octopus quickly lost its lazy nature and quickly fled into the depths of the black lake.

The Slytherin student who had just returned to the dormitory was stunned when he suddenly saw a figure fleeing rapidly in the depths of the lake. Isn't this giant octopus famous for being lazy? Could it be that this collision has damaged its brain?

Some students came back to pack their luggage. They were reluctant to look at everything familiar around them. It was very quiet among them. There was no usual familiarity and closeness, only a slight alienation and a wariness that had not yet been let down.

The impact of the Colosseum was ultimately huge, and they were forced to quickly recognize this cruel, ruthless and bloody world.

Even though they are safe and sound and have gained a lot, they cannot rely on the people around them.

Those small number of students who escaped to Hogsmeade village found that not only were there many more adult wizards when they arrived at the school, but the atmosphere also became extremely weird.

Pansy was carrying a suitcase and sitting on a tall sofa. The flames from the fireplace beside her were reflected on her fair face. Her former immaturity, innocence and simplicity were all gone at this moment. She would never forget the feeling of being stabbed in the abdomen by her best friend. Although everyone was controlled, it was not necessarily the case.

She sneered. Theodore Nott was still the same taciturn image, but this time there was a different kind of fire in his eyes. The experience of living again changed his personality drastically. In this refining furnace, everyone was reborn.

He walked up to Pansy, looked at the luggage at her feet, sneered, "Coward." Then he crossed his arms across his chest and walked away.

If it were in the past, Pansy would definitely be furious, but she just glanced at Nott coldly. What does other people's opinions have to do with her?

In short, what does it have to do with me?

"Pansy, are you okay?"

Draco placed his hand gently on Pansy's shoulder. Pansy was slightly startled, then stood up reflexively, turned around quickly, and clenched her wand in one hand. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar face opposite her.

"Fortunately."

Seeing Pansy like this, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that something was wrong with her, but Draco did not expose her. He sat down on a sofa two meters away from Pansy, with his hands spread on his knees.

"Aren't you going to see Harry Potter? He is still lying injured in the school infirmary. It is said that his injuries are quite serious. Even Madam Pomfrey putting a large bottle of distilled essence on his chest didn't work."

Malfoy was slightly stunned. He had never seen these things before. Since Pansy said so, he would go to the school infirmary to see Harry later.

His attitude said it all. Pansy sighed and looked at Draco. "You look like a survivor, right? That's great."

He was still that innocent young master, but with a hint of tsundereness, a lot of white in his eyes, and a slight warm glow around the edges.

"What on earth did you go through?"

Everyone was in a dark and lonely state. Dumbledore was the only one who could get some information out of them. Even the professors present and the students inside could not tell anything, despite the Malfoy family's status. Everyone's spirit had changed.

Pansy smiled softly. She walked to Draco with her suitcase, bent down slightly, opened her arms and hugged him gently.

The girl's fresh fragrance wafted in his face, and her soft hair brushed across his cheek. Draco felt itchy, but he did not dislike the touch. The immature emotion planted a seed in his little heart, which would quickly sprout with the watering of rain.

"Good luck, Draco."

As she said this, she was about to walk out of the lounge carrying her suitcase.

"Are you going to drop out of school?" Draco asked anxiously.

"Do not--"

Pansy turned around quickly, "I just needed to adjust to the last week. I'm still full of energy when I come back. By the way, if conditions allow, you can look up the family's books on knights."

She has a bright smile and a determined look in her eyes. She is not a weak person, nor does she need to prove anything to those who misunderstand her. She just needs to follow her own pace and take it step by step.

Draco felt lost, and a crazy idea popped into her mind: it would have been great if she had gone in at that time.

knight--

The word fell into Draco's mind, as if a heavy hammer hit fragile glass, the fragments splashed everywhere, and then expanded outward to form even cracks, and a thin film was broken.

He recalled some of the time he spent with Harry, and these words were hidden, rising and falling, standing out, and then silent in the surrounding environment.

He ran out of the lounge and quickly came to his father.

Lucius was surrounded by a large group of heads of pure-blood families, and a small number of people from the Ministry of Magic came. Some of them were looking for their special envoy, Madam Umbridge, but unfortunately there were no clues.

This was the moment when everyone had survived a disaster, but after the silence came a more intense emotional outburst. Most of the parents rushed over, hoping to pick up their children from school.

However, Dumbledore forced them to stay, saying that he had something to announce. Some of those with a keen sense of smell had already retreated. They did not want to hear what was to come, and did not even take their children with them. They just wanted to escape from Hogwarts.

"Please, sir."

Snape's iconic face appeared in front of a man.

He has a sturdy figure, a red neck, and short blond hair, a typical red-neck male from the United States.

"Why won't you let me out? I came here to help you fight, and yet you treat my benefactor like this."

He raised his voice as high as he could, hoping to intimidate this famous potion master in the wizarding world with his aura.

However, under Snape's half-smile, the red-neck man suddenly lost his courage like a punctured balloon and stayed where he was obediently.

Such a scene happened at the edge of Hogwarts. Those who wanted to Apparate were blocked by the spells here. Those who wanted to leave through the tunnel were crowded with thousands of house-elves.

Those who wanted to escape from the border were scattered around, and they loyally carried out Dumbledore's orders.

"Child, let's go back."

Xenophilius Lovegood was trying to persuade his stubborn daughter. Luna was like an elf. The fight just now did not cause any shock to her world. With her long silver hair draped over her shoulders, she tilted her head slightly with curiosity and looked at all kinds of creatures.

"I'm doing fine here, father."

"What's so good about leading well? This is how Dumbledore protects his students."

Xenophilius Lovegood is now full of doubts and resentment towards Dumbledore. His beloved daughter, who has the blood of his lover, almost died in this turmoil.

"This is the safest place in the world, Dad."

Luna narrated everything in a vague tone. Her eyes were blurry and she was obviously not online, but the words she said challenged everything Mr. Lovegood saw.

"Oh Merlin's socks, where on earth is this place safe?"