Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry seemed to be unable to react for a moment. He looked at the letter in his hand in disbelief, his eyes red and tears in the corners of his eyes.

Yes, he played the role just right, with the right emotions at the right time, the right expressions, and the right tears at the right place.

When a clear tear fell heavily on the parchment, Ron sat on the bed with red eyes, and the two of them looked up at the same time.

"We want to go see Hermione," said Ron.

In fact, "Harry" almost hated the little girl. It was inevitable that something would happen sooner or later, but she had to wait until he took action for trouble to happen.

However, there may be another way.

Dumbledore agreed, and after discussion, the group decided to rush back to Hogwarts overnight and then visit Hermione at Malfoy Manor.

When Harry was leaving, he said goodbye to the doll-like girl warmly, pinched her chubby cheeks, and looked into her dark eyes amid everyone's smiles.

The little girl's hand kept grabbing Harry's sleeve, and she was unwilling to let go.

The shop owner was reluctant to see his big money sponsor leave like this. When he saw that his child was still making trouble, he immediately jumped off the stool and hugged the little girl in his arms, "Good girl, come on, daddy will play with you."

The little girl just lay on her father's shoulder, watching them go farther and farther away, watching the boy with eyes like a green toad gradually leave.

A silver light flashed in her eyes, her little head tilted, and a soft snoring sound was heard.

The boss laughed, "This little darling, day by day..." His voice gradually became softer, and he gently carried the little girl back to her room and quietly closed the door.

Another new day.

The little girl woke up early in the morning and started clamoring to see her sister Zhou Fu. The boss was not happy at first, but her big eyes kept flowing down, her nose was red, and her eyes were full of tears.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll take you there right now."

After all, he could not resist the coquetry of his own child. When he reached the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, two disciples in black Taoist robes stopped him outside the door. Just as they were about to say something, Li Changsheng took the lead.

"Brother! I am really happy to receive your letter. I never thought you would be willing to come back."

The boss showed a nostalgic look in his eyes. The little girl twisted her body, jumped out of her father's arms, and flew up the stairs.

"Hey, hey, hey" the boss was a little anxious.

"Don't worry about it. The little girl has been to the mountain more often than you have. Besides, the master is right behind her."

Hearing that the master was also in front, the boss took two steps back and returned to the entrance. "I believe you, I will wait for her here."

"Okay," Li Changsheng knew that his senior brother was very stubborn, so he sat with him on the stone next to him.

"How did this little girl harm you?" Li Changsheng asked.

"Nonsense, how can this be a disaster? I am happy to bring my best friend here to play, is that not okay?"

"She's here to look for Zhou Fu, right?"

The boss nodded and asked with concern, "How is your child now? I heard that he was seriously injured."

Li Changsheng remained silent, raised his head and looked into the depths of the path, "It's OK."

"Harry, do you like that little girl very much?" Ron finally couldn't help but speak on the way back. To be honest, that little girl, from his aesthetic point of view, could even be said to be weird.

Harry rolled his eyes, determined to provoke, "She looks a bit like the dolls we met in Kodos Dorez at night."

"Hey - don't scare me, I'm timid." Ron hugged his body in fear and moved closer to Harry.

Cedric moved his butt over curiously, "What were you talking about just now? Why did I hear the name of that academy?"

Although the power of the potion had completely dissipated, the deep impression that the girl left on him was firmly engraved in his mind. He would never forget her long flowing hair, her almost transparent face under the sun, the fine hair on it, and her bright red lips.

"Harry thinks there's something wrong with the little girl we just saw."

"Hiss—" Cedric gasped, "No way? We shouldn't be so unlucky, right?"

Lofitt leaned back in his chair with his arms folded and his eyes closed, listening to the group of kids in front of him making wild guesses and saying nonsense that had no basis in fact.

There was a middle-aged man in front of them. He had an unshaven beard, a black baseball cap, and calloused hands. He was driving the car expressionlessly. Dumbledore touched here and there curiously, and then asked casually.

"Harry, I heard that Lockhart seemed to be hunting you when he was on the island—"

The man driving the car pricked up his ears and the lines on his neck trembled up and down.

"Well, I don't know why." Harry wanted to turn his attack towards Dumbledore, but it didn't fit his own image, so he had to give up the plan.

"Speaking of this matter, I want to apologize to you, Harry. I failed to fulfill my responsibility as the headmaster to screen teachers, which caused you to be injured."

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry waved his hands quickly.

In fact, he was already impatient at this point. He hated this kind of hypocritical courtesy and insincere apology. From his point of view, these were all hypocrites who were only interested in self-serving sweets. If they were really sorry, shouldn't they make some substantial compensation?

A person almost lost his life because of his negligence, but he just said a few words of apology.

Character setting, character setting.

Harry took a deep breath and kept reminding himself to consider the overall situation and not bother with these dying people.

Then the carriage fell into deathly silence. It must be said that the walking transport modified by Mr. Arthur in his leisure time was a good travel tool. As the vehicle swayed rhythmically, a comfortable atmosphere gradually arose. After yawning one after another, they fell into a deep sleep.

Even Luo Fit, who hadn't slept for a long time and felt that sleeping was a waste of his life, flattened his chair, found a blanket to cover himself, and fell into a deep sleep.

It's really comfortable——

"Harry's" consciousness returned to his mind. He invaded this guy's head, but he couldn't find the original Harry, which made him extremely distressed.

Where is it?

Let’s go look for him in the sea today. The guy held his breath and jumped into the sea. The water was sparkling and the blue and quiet world was in full view.

The little guy Lan Ying was running around anxiously in the small room. There was not much space for them to move around, and with these two burdens, if they continued to wait like this, the only outcome left for them would be death.

No!

Lan Ying decided to take the big step. It came to a corner of the small room and carefully searched for a whiteboard in the drawer. There was a thick layer of glass on the whiteboard, and there were spider web-like cracks on the glass. It was obvious that it had been damaged not long ago.

It showed a painful expression, and before that guy noticed, a layer of transparent glass wall was stirring deep in its sea of ​​consciousness.

Lan Ying took out a transparent pen with blue liquid flowing slowly on it. It looked like she had invested a lot of money. She took a deep breath, turned around immediately, and carefully wrote on the whiteboard through the back glass, "I need help."

This function can only be seen by people with the same ability.

Hermione was sleeping in her own sea of ​​consciousness. In the dim morning light, she was floating quietly on the water. Below her was a small boat made of leaves. The golden light was shining on her face.

She didn't want to wake up. The world outside was too painful. She really wanted to fall into a deep sleep.

But suddenly, the ground shook, and a line of words slowly appeared on the glass wall, waiting for Hermione to discover.

“I need help.”

Bai You is facing the biggest crisis in his history at this moment. He is terrified by the arrival of his master, even though it is just a vague shadow.

Dudley knelt on the ground respectfully, as if he was used to such humility.

Corwin watched curiously from the side. Although he also wanted to be like Dudley, at this stage, he would be dead if he hit the ground, so his master did not bother with him.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Master."

Although he looks exactly like Harry, he is actually cruel and ruthless, with a strong desire for control. Bai feels fear and terror from the bottom of his heart, which is why he was so cruel to the young child when he was in Harry's mind.

As if to avenge the resentment and sin he had suffered, when he was in that space, he wanted to destroy Harry completely. In this way, he could get rid of the control of his master. For this reason, he even secretly contacted Gryffindor at that time, but unfortunately, the old guy was too stubborn and was not a good partner.

"Sorry? What should I be sorry about?" the man said sarcastically, and then a black smoke floated over from a distance, whooshed and landed on the man's wrist, revealing his form that had been shrunk dozens of times.

This wriggling monster, with countless eyes, mouths, arms, and bodies stuck together, was so terrifying that Cowen quickly closed his eyes.

In his perception, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. He felt that someone was staring at him, watching him secretly. It was that person -

"Ah!" Then, screams of pain resounded throughout the space, and the rest of the men were trembling outside.

After a while, Dudley came out with blood all over his head, carrying a child. He said coldly to a soldier next to him, "Go and call those people. The boss wants to see you."

"Yes——" the voice trembled.

Bai You escaped the disaster, his entire clothes were stained with blood, and he laughed heartily, like a madman.

The black smoke on Cowen's body had dissipated a lot, and he could clearly feel that his life was almost approaching nothingness as the black smoke dissipated.

The man left, leaving behind an order to lurk in Qingcheng Mountain and explore the uncontaminated secrets there, and to complete it within a month.

This was a death order and Bai You dared not disobey.

"Harry, Harry, wake up! We're here." Harry woke up suddenly and looked at the bright sky. There were many wizards gathered here, with a few smelly socks next to them.

"Are you not well-educated?" Ron asked worriedly, "Hermione is sick, don't let anything happen to you again."

"Don't worry, I'm fine." His expression was gentle, his tone was soothing, but his heart was crazy and irritable. Those guys who did nothing and just took up positions for nothing really couldn't be kept, Harry thought secretly.

But they were about to arrive at Hogwarts, so Harry was a little more patient now.

Dumbledore was talking to someone in front. An owl was standing on his shoulder with a letter in its mouth. Dumbledore took the letter down, looked back with a serious expression, and then strode over.

"Why do I have a bad feeling?" Ron muttered to himself, and Cedric patted his shoulder.

"It's okay, what's the big deal—"

Cedric was interrupted by Dumbledore before he could finish his words. He expressed his sincere regret to the two people, "Your father is injured, so you may need to go back to your home first. You go ahead, and then we will meet at Malfoy Manor."

"What!" The two said in unison. Harry felt something was wrong. What happened by chance? But from Harry's previous memory, he knew that Cedric's father and Ron's family lived very close to each other. He glanced at the words written on the envelope and it seemed to be because of the explosion.

On the way, Dumbledore entrusted Loffitt to take them both there, and Loffitt readily agreed.

There were a lot of people when they came out, but many got lost on the way. Now only Harry and Dumbledore are left. The two of them walked on their way in silence, which actually seemed a little lonely.

Dumbledore seemed to be trying to find a topic to talk about. As if he was aware of the dull atmosphere, he kept on talking about the interesting things that happened between the two of them.

"Harry, I've actually been telling you I'm sorry for a while now. Now that I think about it, you've been through a lot since the first time I saw you."

Harry said a few words to deal with it casually. In fact, he really felt annoyed, but due to his current ability and personality, he could only listen to the old man who was over a hundred years old chattering about his life experience.

Sometimes he talked about the blood alliance between himself and Grindelwald, sometimes he talked about the poor human woman who turned into a snake, and sometimes he talked about how he didn't trust Tom so much, which led to him becoming Voldemort. It sounded like Dumbledore blamed all the sins on himself.

Harry thought idly.

Speaking of this, Dumbledore became interested again. He said that he and some doctors from Qingcheng Mountain had learned how to take the pulse. He also said that he was quite talented and wanted to teach Harry how to do it.

Harry was always cautious about unknown things, but he began to relax.

Now all that was left was Hogwarts. What could possibly happen?