Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry floated in the air and arrived next to the giant octopus in the blink of an eye. He set up a transparent protective barrier beside him to prevent the scattered water from splashing onto his clothes.

The crazy octopus gradually calmed down, its tentacles hidden deep under the water, with only a huge bulge exposed, and a voice came into Harry's ears.

"Why are you here?"

"You just eliminated more than 40 people at once, and we are 10 people short of the number of people who passed the first round."

"Oh, really--"

Hearing the gritting sound, Gryffindor felt something was wrong. The tentacles that were originally floating around began to retract rapidly, and some stretched into the distance. Harry just felt strange, but soon saw the giant octopus escape far away in an instant, and then went deep into the bottom of the lake. The little wizards who were resting in the Slytherin common room only saw a black shadow flash by.

Draco, who successfully advanced to the next round, was in a particularly good mood. However, Pansy, who was thrown into the bottom of the lake and drowned by the giant octopus, was furious. She thought that she was just unlucky and did not perform well. If she really met people of the same age, it was hard to say who would win and who would lose.

At this moment, she saw through the glass wall that the octopus flew to the glass wall and glared at it fiercely. Things like this with many tentacles are not good things.

Harry was speechless. After Gryffindor entered, his thinking also acquired some animal habits. The masterminds behind the scenes in the past collapsed in an instant, but this did not make Harry relax his vigilance. He buried the deep vigilance in his heart.

In addition, after a few attempts, he also got a letter from Gryffindor when he went to discuss it. After confirming that the handwriting had not changed, Harry shifted his target to the next person.

When Harry returned to the venue, most people had already dispersed. Only those little wizards who were eliminated from Gryffindor and were full of resentment pestered the two professors present, hoping to be allowed to enter again.

"It's actually unfair, isn't it?"

The protesting wizards turned around and saw a thin girl with silver hair and black eyes.

"Do you think so?"

As if they had found a soulmate, the wizards who had been eliminated by the powerful magical creature gathered around them in an instant, their voices loud, as if this would make the professors give in.

"It's obvious that everyone was eliminated by the magical creatures, why don't you accept it?"

"But that octopus was so powerful that we couldn't contend with it. We had no power to resist when we were captured."

"But some people survived. The test was not about defeating the octopus, but about the spell that allowed them to successfully reach the shore in the lake."

Those people were speechless. They saw with their own eyes the Weasley twins and the famous Malfoy swimming to the shore, while they could only sink helplessly to the bottom of the lake, watching the surroundings getting darker and darker, and the light getting farther and farther away.

"Why do you say that? You're just lucky enough to be alive hiding somewhere."

Some people have a sharp and sarcastic tone.

"I also drowned in the lake."

Now no one said anything. Instead, they became angry and blamed this serious person for being so law-abiding.

Lockhart pushed the group of wizards aside and stroked the little girl's silver hair, feeling very relieved. "It's too late to say more. Beautiful lady, what's your name?"

"Lacey, Professor, my name is Lacey, and I'm from Hufflepuff."

"Okay, Miss Lacey, five points for being able to face failure honestly."

The people around dispersed, cursing and swearing. Some realized their mistakes and felt ashamed, but more of them attributed their failure to the girl who was born suddenly.

Harry was watching from the side and heard what the girl said. He took a few steps forward and came to Lockhart's side.

"Aren't you afraid that they will target you later?"

Obviously at this moment, even if he did not join the crusade, keeping silent would be the right decision. Lockhart was a little curious.

"Facts are facts, rules are rules, and we cannot keep silent just because we are afraid of being targeted."

Harry remembered that this girl should be a freshman. When she was sorted this year, the Sorting Hat stayed on her head for at least five minutes. The last person to stay on it for so long was Harry himself.

"Why did you choose Hufflepuff?" Harry asked curiously. This trait is a bit like Ravenclaw.

"It's warm there." The girl squinted her eyes as if she recalled some beautiful memories, her whole body radiating light. In her memory, there was the bright Hufflepuff common room, with a huge area of ​​glass, warm yellow decoration style, green plants everywhere, and access to the Hogwarts kitchen at any time. There were fireworks, the company of companions, loyalty, warmth, and kindness, these were all the things she had always dreamed of.

Harry thought of Cedric and nodded in agreement.

There were fifty-four people left in the first round. After discussing with Moody, they decided not to increase the number and go directly to the second round.

The second round is for 54 people to stand on a huge circular platform and fight each other like raising poisonous insects until 16 people are eliminated. They are not allowed to use evil spells and unforgivable curses against each other. If they leave the circular platform, they will be considered disqualified. They can unite with each other, but they are not allowed to use magic props...

As for the more detailed rules, Feldkirchen wrote them on a piece of paper and posted them at the door of the auditorium so that anyone who came to eat could see them. The list of names entering the second round of the competition was also made public, and many famous people were on it.

Filch stood on the stairs, holding his wand and began to direct. The huge piece of paper was stuck to the wall obediently. At the same time, he directed the small colorful brushes to evenly apply layer after layer of paste on the wall, and the words on it appeared line by line.

He was very pleased with the sounds of "wow" coming from below. His frowning brows relaxed and his heart seemed to float to the sky. He felt extremely happy.

Of course there is a simple way. You can just take a wooden board and nail it to the wall, but how can you show your magic in this way?

Filch thought that this was also a deterrent to those naughty wizards.

And those so-called naughty wizards were standing beside Filch at this time, watching their names written on it with elegant and smooth strokes.

When they heard George Weasley and Fred Weasley, the twins clapped their hands excitedly.

George pulled a small salute from his pocket and fired it at the ceiling, completely ignoring Filch who was still beside them. Filch did not confiscate the joke props. He had just violated the rule not to cast spells in the corridor, so no one should laugh at anyone at this moment.

“We’re going in!”

The twins hugged each other and sang and danced. Ron and Hermione stood aside feeling disappointed. "I think we are not bad either."

Ron muttered that a competition like this should be a time for time travelers like him to show their talents, but now he could only stand by and watch the natives in high spirits. He once again realized this real world.

Hermione cheered up again. She turned around and hugged Ron tightly. The embrace was warm and attractive, just like the attraction of the earth to the moon, like the attraction of the moon to the waves, and more like the opposition between two positive and negative poles, a perfect fit.

When the waves climbed up the rocks under the quiet moonlight, the white light left a moon shadow, and the two people's hearts skipped a beat at the same time. Body language is the best way to express feelings besides language. In fact, the two precocious people began to see the hazy feelings in their hearts.

The two of them separated immediately after they touched each other. Harry watched from the side with a toothache. He thought it was time for him to ask Dumbledore for some painkillers. He was in great need of a tooth-healthy potion at the moment.

"Hey, hey, hey! You two thought I was not here, did you?"

This time, Harry arrived earlier than the last time. He turned around and saw a beautiful girl with long red cascade hair outside the crowd. His heart softened.

Hermione was a little embarrassed, and Ron shamelessly put his arm around Harry's shoulders and began to change the subject.

"Professor Moody clearly said there were 64 people. Now 10 are missing. Is that really okay? We are really happy to be substitutes."

Harry turned Ron's head away and told him the professors' decision helplessly.

Hermione's eyes, which had just lit up, dimmed again. It didn't matter. Not being selected just meant that she was not capable enough. She comforted herself again, and then began to drag Harry and Ron to the library.

If this doesn't work, that's fine! She has to study hard to make up for the regrets in her heart.

Time flies, and the hands on the clock seem to be running at double speed. In the blink of an eye, it is the day of the competition. The competition venue is still on the huge lawn in front of Hogwarts. This time there is an arena on the lawn, and many wizards gather there.

Ron was a little confused. He asked Harry curiously, "Why don't we go to the Quidditch field? Wouldn't it be more convenient to watch there?"

“It’s a bit big there.”

Ron didn't understand what Harry meant, but when he saw the game start and all the members jumped onto the stage, he understood what this sentence meant.

The curse cast on the circular platform was causing it to shrink inwards all the time, and the space available to everyone was gradually getting smaller. There was no chance to stand aside and watch, or not take part in the fight.

Looking at the colorful spells on the stage, people were constantly being cast by the stage below, with their cheeks becoming red and swollen (this should be due to physical attacks), or their lips becoming as fat as a grilled sausage, or their bodies becoming soft and sagging rubber strips (the digestive products of the Weasley twins were very powerful at this time). The ways of going down were all kinds of strange, and the unlucky people were kissed by many spells in an instant.

There was even an unruly person who stuffed a mandrake into his pocket. The sharp group attack forced Harry, who was maintaining order on the side, to teleport in, put the mandrake back into the herb shed, and then carried the unruly little wizard down.

Then he began to criticize him harshly. The young wizard was not convinced and felt very wronged. The detailed rules clearly stated only that magic props could not be used, but did not say that magical plants could not be used. The first lesson he learned was from this guy. He was obviously good at adapting, so why did he become a person who did not follow the rules in Harry's mouth?

Especially when this word came out of his idol's mouth, the little wizard felt like the sky was falling. He suddenly sat down, hugged Harry's thighs and started crying bitterly. His loud voice attracted the attention of many people present.

Harry felt like he was about to get overwhelmed, while Ron was laughing loudly beside him. Hermione couldn't help laughing. This guy didn't play by the rules and forced Harry into such an embarrassing situation. It was really rare.

The battle on the round stage was far from as "warm" as the one below. Snape, who was maintaining order on the side, stopped the spells coming from all directions to attack the little wizards below the stage for the hundredth and first time. His little patience was finally exhausted, and he started to lose his temper. He drove those little wizards who broke the rules many times off the stage and cruelly announced that they had lost their qualifications for the competition.

No one dared to take Snape's sanctions lightly, and those wizards implicated could only consider themselves unlucky. The competition reached a white-hot stage, and even a contestant full of bugs like Draco was particularly embarrassed at this moment. He dodged in a hurry, but two fists could not beat four hands. He could only apply armor to protect himself over and over again, because he could not tell where the spell came from.

He had no choice but to swallow his anger, gnashing his teeth and keeping everyone around him in mind with hatred.

Cedric also abandoned his previous elegance and completely stripped off his image of a good man, cursing Merlin countless times. This novel way of dueling caught everyone off guard. Everyone was like the audience in a theater. When the first row stood up, the people behind had to stand up if they wanted to continue watching.

They were involuntarily swept into it and tried their best to protect themselves.

Compared to Draco, who usually attracted hatred and everyone took this as an opportunity to take actual revenge, Cedric's situation was better, but not much better. Everyone erected spikes around them to protect themselves.

Gradually, there were fewer people on the field. Madam Pomfrey rushed in from the school infirmary and treated the injured little wizards in batches like a field doctor. She was followed by several assistants.

The little boy who was hugging Harry's thigh asked for his autograph, then got up happily, went back to Hogwarts Castle, and showed off to his friends around him. Many people's eyes lit up, but Harry felt a chill on his back, as if someone was staring at him with ill intentions.

"Peter shuddered?"

Harry laughed at himself and then focused his attention on the battle on the platform. The battle was very intense and many people started to attack secretly. Professor Snape's frown deepened. He kept scolding the troll and attacking all the students standing on the platform equally, including the big guys from Slytherin.

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