Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Then, Harry relaxed his fists and asked the man in front of him calmly.

"What should I do?" Harry thought, since the prophecy was made so far into the future, there should be some plans for his actions, and the latter should have corresponding steps.

Gryffindor thought about it and felt a little embarrassed. He was too worried and angry. He knew a little about their plan, but not much. In addition, he trusted Ravenclaw, so he did not understand the whole situation.

But, can Harry be told this? Of course not, otherwise where would his face be. Besides, it is said to be a glimmer of hope, so naturally he must have his own outstanding qualities.

Thinking about it, he cleared his throat and said in a firm voice, "First, follow that thing, you have to figure out his weakness." Harry nodded. After all, this was part of his plan.

"Also, find a way to carry that thing and win over some trustworthy people to expand your power." Harry thought, and a plan emerged in his head. It seems that he can give it a try now.

"Right," Harry looked at the Gryffindor in front of him, his eyes slightly red, and said to him, "Has anyone ever told you that you are really brave?"

Hmm? Gryffindor looked at the boy in front of him. There was no pity in his eyes, but only respect.

This thousand years of waiting, the long time, enduring alone in this deserted place, now seems to have some meaning.

When Harry opened his eyes slightly, he saw a beautiful black hair floating past his eyes, leaving a faint fragrance.

Harry was puzzled. Who was it? When he opened his eyes and tried to see clearly, he was surprised. There was no one around. There was only a quiet, burning sun hanging at the end of the sky, dyeing the blue curtain into the most beautiful bright orange, from light to dark, from light blue, light purple, light yellow, bright orange, to fiery red.

Under the setting sun, a boy and girl holding hands ran over and gradually approached. Harry looked closely and saw that the two people separated their hands, as if they had just noticed that there was someone else over there, and they looked a little shy.

"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione spoke first, as if to break the awkwardness. "We've been looking for you everywhere. It's almost time for detention."

"I've been here at the Black Lake." Harry spoke, staring at the two people in front of him thoughtfully, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Ron couldn't stand it anymore. He walked over quickly and pulled Harry up. "Let's go sit in Hagrid's hut first."

Harry nodded and the three of them walked forward.

"Why did you fall asleep?" A voice suddenly popped up in my head. It was Bai You.

This afternoon, seeing that Harry was not in good condition, he was alert, but unexpectedly he ran to the edge of the Black Lake and fell asleep. He slept for two or three hours. It was really speechless.

Harry smiled but didn't respond.

"Hagrid, open the door, we're coming to see you."

Harry knocked on the door and stood in front of the wooden door that was several times taller than him. With a creak, the door opened.

At first glance, Hagrid had kept his cabin very tidy. The huge bed had a mattress made of white unicorn feathers and a quilt. Next to the bed was a huge chair that seemed to be made of red solid wood. The shape of the chair was very unique, with two curved pieces of wood connected together at the bottom, and a soft brown cushion on the chair.

Hagrid sat down, and the chair immediately creaked as it could not bear the weight.

Further to the right, there was a fireplace with a burning flame. Hagrid had also built an iron frame around the fireplace with antique patterns on it. In front of him was a huge gray stone table, which had been wiped clean by its owner until it was shiny.

A white flowerpot was placed on the top with purple flowers blooming on it. There were a few green branches hanging on the stone table, and there was also a cute green bowtruckle whose thin arms seemed like they would break if bent.

When it saw the person coming, it shyly hid itself in the flowerpot, occasionally poking its little head out to see what the person looked like.

"Come in, come in." Hagrid invited them in. Looking at the cottage which was completely different from that in his previous life, Harry stepped on the wooden floor under his feet and seemed not to notice anything.

Ron seemed to have noticed something, but was not sure. Only Hermione sat happily on the small stone bench, put her hand next to the flowerpot, and looked forward to seeing this cute little life in her palm.

The Bowtruckle seemed to sense the kindness of the little girl in front of it. It tentatively exposed its body, its little arms flickering, and as if it had made up its mind, it suddenly hugged Hermione's thumb.

The special touch on her palm made Hermione couldn't help laughing, "How cute, the wizarding world is so great."

Harry looked at the scene in front of him and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The light from the fire was imprinted on the boy's face, making him look like a gentleman with a clear temperament.

Hagrid seemed particularly happy. He excitedly shared with the three people, "During tonight's detention, I'm going to take you to the Forbidden Forest to see this little guy."

"I was patrolling around the Forbidden Forest when I stumbled upon this little fellow and tracked him to their nest. It's so cute."

Hagrid's face was full of smiles, his huge beard kept shaking with the giant's laughter, and the rocking chair under his butt was also creaking and shaking.

Ron pretended to be curious, of course he was really curious about such a little guy. He glanced around. He remembered that the small room he saw in the dormitory cinema was not so comfortable. Could it be that he remembered it wrong?

But he soon fell into Hagrid's warm hospitality, as if his Ren and Du meridians were opened. After the rock cake was softened, it was particularly sweet and delicious. In addition, there was a pot of sweet milk tea, and the sizzling sausages baked on the stove, which were cut into fancy shapes and topped with some seasonings. Ron swallowed his saliva and soon wolfed it down. He was busy looking for Harry just now, so he didn't even eat much for dinner.

Not to mention Harry, in his past life's memory, Hagrid had always been a very loyal and trustworthy friend. Even Dumbledore once said that he trusted Hagrid and could even entrust his own life to him.

Hermione lowered her head, broke off a small piece of rock cake in her hand, handed it to the Bowtruckle, and shook it in front of its eyes.

The little guy seemed to be tempted. He jumped onto Hermione's hand and hugged the huge solid in front of him with his thin little arms.

"No, no." Hagrid stopped the little guy in front of him from trying new food.

He turned to Hermione and said, "This little guy usually eats insects, and no one has ever fed him rock cakes."

Hermione smiled sheepishly, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the torches hanging at the door of the hut lit up, illuminating a small open space in front. Then the people who were to be put in solitary confinement arrived, in groups of three or four, about a dozen people in total, with constant complaints among them.

Yes, Wood.

"It's all your fault. Even our Quidditch team's training time has been shortened. And Harry, where's Harry? Why didn't he come this afternoon? Is he in detention with us? If I see him, I will definitely give him a good beating."

The Veles twins nearby shrank their heads, deciding not to anger their rampaging captain at this time.