Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The infirmary was extremely quiet now. Harry and Professor Loffitt fell into a strange silence. Dudley closed his eyes tightly, feeling a little confused. What was going on?

"What should I call you—"

"Call me Professor Loffitt, Harry. Long time no see. How was your trip?"

"you know?"

Harry narrowed his eyes, with deep inquiry hidden in them.

"If I'm not mistaken, I should be from that place too."

Where did the old dragon come from? Dudley - Dudley is still here, have the two of them talked? Was it expected that he would lie here?

"Well, it was good. I met some old friends." Harry made a fair comment.

Old friend, Lofitt grasped this key word. "Who did you meet?"

"You should have seen it."

Is it Herman? Lofitt thought of Herman's increasingly illusory body in the cracks of space.

"Why are you asking me this? I remember the last time we met, you must have knocked me out. Where is Herman?"

This old guy secretly hid Hermann. Harry became more certain after seeing the old dragon's performance.

This kid must have seen Hermann.

The two foxes, one big and one small, looked at each other and both got the information they wanted.

Dudley was confused. Who was Herman? What were they talking about?

"Okay, have a good rest. By the way, I have good news for you. Four people from Hogwarts made it into the top fifteen this time. That's a really good result."

After Lofitt left, looking at the empty school infirmary, Harry finally had some time to think about everything that had happened in the past.

Judging from all the clues in the past, what the man who looks exactly like me said should be 90% true.

It shouldn't be a coincidence that I traveled here from my original world. What's the key point?

The shock that Hermann described changed the course of time.

The reason why they have to invade this place is because the future and the past have been locked, and people can only operate within the set track.

In order to break this rigidity, just like cutting off rotten meat with a knife, only one of the two broken time points can be left.

Was it because of this that he asked himself to turn his relatives and friends into pearls?

Dudley was already drifting off to sleep, snoring softly.

The more Harry thought about it, the harder it was to fall asleep. He looked at the pitch-black night sky; the stars and the moon had long disappeared.

Harry put on a thick coat and walked out of the ward. The corridor was quiet. He felt that this scene was very familiar. The portrait in the corridor beside him fell asleep. The hustle and bustle of the day turned into the silence of the night. The empty corridor was only accompanied by the sound of his own footsteps. Even Filch had returned to his lounge.

Lonely, still lonely. Even though his good friends and the most respected teachers were by his side, Harry still felt endless loneliness.

The excitement had nothing to do with him. Their various competitions also became illusory. The world was quiet. He didn't know when it started, but the surrounding environment began to gradually become brighter. The soft moonlight knocked on the stubborn window and caught up with Harry's pace little by little.

How could there be moonlight here? With such a question in mind, Harry looked out the window. There was an incomparably bright moon, with a thin veil gently surrounding it. A voice sounded at the right time -

Harry, don't be lonely, do you like the gift I gave you?

It's you——

Harry said in his heart, and his heavy footsteps suddenly became light.

Maybe I am not the only one. The emotions I just had felt like I was trapped in my own trap.

Harry came to the owl shed of the castle, which was almost the highest position. Several godless ghosts were floating here, and the moonlight shining on their milky white bodies became thicker and thicker.

Maybe I can find the answer here, Harry thought.

Ever since Hermann disappeared, her owl has come to Hogwarts. This little creature with almost no presence is the only way for Harry and the former Hermann to communicate with each other.

Helene flew to Harry's head and made a nest with her fuzzy hair.

Harry did not know whether to laugh or cry. He sat on a bench beside him, holding a freshly baked bird's nest. The bright moonlight enveloped the Hogwarts Castle. Unlike Dumbledore, Nep and several other wizards with powerful magic, he was not aware of the changes here. They all opened the windows at the same time and looked at the bright moon in confusion.

What kind of changes have occurred in this space?

But in reality, this is just a small gift from future Harry to his present self.

The guy who was quietly observing outside the earth suddenly closed his eyes.

"What did the master do?"

"He must have sneaked out to play."

A nonchalant voice sounded, and he looked at several beautiful planets of various colors, which were rotating and revolving around the huge fireball in the middle.

"What's so good about this? This is almost a barren land. There is no energy at all. There is no energy in the middle. It's not even good. It makes me drool."

“Perhaps simplicity is also a kind of beauty.”

"Just talk nonsense, you just."

He was standing on the roof of the Hogwarts Owlery, level with Harry above and below him.

Harry sensed something. "Are you here? Can we meet?"

"No, you probably don't want to see me right now, but I hope this bright moon can give you peace of mind."

"Do we have to fight to the death?"

"Maybe for others it doesn't have to be like this. Their fate is in your hands, but for us it's a fait accompli."

"Can't I tell others, like Dumbledore and Grindelwald? They must have much more experience than me."

"It's up to you. Anyway, it won't be of any use."

He sat down on the roof with his legs hanging down.

Harry took a few steps forward, trying to stick his head out to take a look at his future self.

Bang! He suddenly hit a transparent barrier.

"Oh, not now, Harry. I want to live a little longer."

"Actually, I think you can just kill me right now. Why do you have to wait for me to grow up?"

"Well, first of all, I want to make it clear that I am not doing this for you. It will take some time for the two spaces to merge completely. And I still have some things to confirm. If I act rashly, it may lead to consequences that I cannot control."

"Is there anything you can't control?"

Hahaha--

He burst into laughter, as if he had not expected that his past self would have such firm confidence in the future.

"I am just an ordinary person."

"Aren't you a dragon?"

Hahaha--

"If you insist, it seems to be true."

"Will I become a dragon in the future?"

"Well - according to the normal trajectory, you are the first one to become a dragon."

"Why? Is there something special about me?"

"Well, this can remind you. You can go and ask our dear Professor Snape."

"So what should I do next?"

Harry had endless questions in his mind and wanted to get the exact answer from that person. After waiting for a long time without any sound, Harry stretched out his arm and there was a moment of nothingness. He could easily lean out of the shed.

I should go up and take a look right away.

This thought suddenly appeared in Harry's mind and he could not get rid of it.

Time is not waiting for me——

When Harry climbed out and reached the roof, he could only see a few messy thatches. This didn't seem to prove anything. Perhaps it was just a fantasy in his mind.

"Harry!"

Professor Lockhart appeared out of nowhere, and behind him followed the red-haired Loffitt. He seemed to have a slightly gloating expression on his face, until he saw where Harry was standing, and suddenly became panic-stricken.

Harry saw his cheeks flush and then turn pale.

Lockhart was very angry at this time. His chest heaved rapidly, and Harry could see the magic in his body rushing around.

Harry tried hard to force a fake smile, wanting to find an excuse for this outrageous behavior, but seeing that they were almost at the edge of the cliff, and seeing that the two professors beside them were united in their hatred of the enemy and were pointing their spearheads at him, he suddenly felt guilty.

The results are obvious.

The next day, Harry was taken to Dumbledore's office early in the morning. Just like a three-court trial, Dumbledore sat in the middle, with four seats in front of him.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Lockhart who witnessed the whole process last night, and, and -

Jerran?

This configuration seems particularly strange. When did Jie Lan become so familiar with Hogwarts?

"Come on, Harry, take a seat and don't be nervous. I just want to ask you something."

Harry was not stage-frightened. After taking a tranquilizer, he slept soundly till dawn. He was now in high spirits and his mind was clear. He should be able to escape his punishment with his eloquent tongue.

"Harry," Dumbledore said seriously, his hands on the table, fingers pressed together.

Harry felt that something was wrong. Snape, standing beside him, looked up with his nose in the air. Professor McGonagall's serious face hid deep worry. Ceramic was a little restless and didn't dare to look Harry in the eye. Lockhart seemed to have inherited McGonagall's style. He was just serious and didn't worry much.

"After going through so much, I want to admit to you that I made some mistakes."

Dumbledore came over and bowed slightly to Harry.

Harry couldn't do this operation. He couldn't stand such courtesy, so he quickly moved aside and began to use magic to stop Dumbledore's waist from bending further.

"If you do this, I won't say anything." Harry was so scared that he stuttered. If Grindelwald saw him, he would skin him alive and throw him out of this space.

"Harry, I know you're a good kid, but I've really put too much responsibility on you. You're only in your second year, and the final exams are coming up soon, and you haven't attended many classes yet."

Harry seriously doubted that Dumbledore's emphasis was on these last few words, but weren't there still a dozen weeks left?

Headmaster Dumbledore's schedule is the same as Hermione's? In his previous life, he also always advocated happy education, but it was a little different for Harry.

What's the idea behind this?

Professor McGonagall kept her head down the whole time and said nothing, while Snape was as cold as a statue.

"So you want to—"

"I think you will have your own plan, Harry. I will not interfere with this. Let's stick to what we discussed before the festival."

Professor McGonagall stood up suddenly. She looked a little angry. "Albus, this is not the same as what we discussed last night."

"Minerva, I have no other choice. You should know that unless it is an extremely special situation, I will not let Harry take on these important tasks."

Professor McGonagall stepped aside, feeling somewhat dejected. She had always been fair and just in her life, never showing favoritism to anyone, and always treating all the young wizards equally. However, when facing Harry, she felt an endless surge of guilt in her heart.

"Harry can do his own thing, I won't stop him."

McGonagall took a few steps back, and Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

"but--"

This sentence made his heart hang in the air again.

"But what?"

"He must be accompanied by three or more adult wizards. Of course, I hope you and Harry will act together."

Dumbledore smiled wryly.

“Actually, I can do it myself.”

"No you can't, Harry."

Professor McGonagall was standing in front of Harry. Looking at Professor Mewmew's hair which had turned snow-white at some point, Harry was suddenly speechless.

"it is good--"

"Then let him go with you."

Dumbledore nominated a candidate, Lockhart, who was sitting on a stool with his mind wandering.

"what?"

Harry was very surprised at this choice; he didn't expect Dumbledore to trust Lockhart so much.

Lockhart was not surprised at all. This was the task he received today. He was not very satisfied with it, but since Dumbledore had given the order himself, he could not refuse.

"Don't think this is just a child's play."

Dumbledore said meaningfully. He could see that Lockhart was sloppy and obviously felt that he was wasting his talent.

"What he experienced was hundreds of times more dangerous than what the Aurors out there are going through."

Now Lockhart was even more unwilling. He had agreed to Dumbledore's request so quickly because he came here for the sake of safety. Otherwise, it would seem a bit strange for an adult wizard like him to stay in Hogwarts all day and do nothing but teach students.

Unexpectedly, I took on such a big responsibility.

"I can opt out—"

Dumbledore looked over, McGonagall looked over, and even Snape looked at him with disdain. He said softly, "Look, I tell you, letting Lockhart do this is like the sun rising from the south."

Lockhart glared at Jerlan who didn't tell the truth. He had just asked this seemingly honest young man on his way here.

I felt relieved only after getting the same answer as the rumor.

This group of sesame-filled dumplings——