Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Hermione sat down, face to face with Harry.

Today she took out a piece of parchment from her pocket, and the two professors gathered around. They were very interested in the key item that caused this magical journey.

The parchment was slightly burnt and seemed to crumble if squeezed in the hand.

"What is this?" Harry didn't understand why Hermione took out a piece of ordinary paper? Could it be that the paper contained a method that he could follow?

Hermione glanced at the two professors next to her, then looked at Harry.

Harry immediately understood what Hermione meant, "It's okay, you don't have to hide it, they should both know about my affairs."

Hermione was a little surprised, but quickly regained her composure, "I found this parchment in the Room of Requirement." She put the paper in front of her eyes, feeling both disgust and regret.

"I picked it up by accident, and then something went into my body, and a short glass wall appeared in my mind, and then my brain changed drastically, as you can see."

Harry nodded.

"Then I was on that glass wall, and I saw all kinds of tasks, but they were bad for you because I refused to complete them, so--"

"I'm so sorry, Hermione. We didn't know you'd endured so much--" Harry felt a little sad. In the words that he hadn't even had time to say, he could feel the pain that was worse than death. Bai You showed no mercy to him, and even had a slight sense of pleasure of revenge. Under such emotions, how could he let her go?

"Do you still have it in your mind now?"

Hermione shook her head. "Since you left, it has become much smaller and is dissipating every day. Plus, I used this parchment, and the things inside are about to disintegrate."

"Then this parchment has a positioning function, which can help you find Harry." Lofitt suddenly spoke.

Hermione shook her head, "I don't actually know, and I can't be sure."

"You've said so much, but you still haven't gotten to the point. How did this parchment lead us here?" Snape asked.

"You don't have to ask her anymore. I know."

Harry briefly summarized his guess. This piece of parchment was closely connected to the depths of his soul, similar to a GPS positioning device. Who knows what kind of magic was hidden in it. It was easy for the three of them to find Harry because they had not left Hogwarts.

"Didn't leave? How is that possible?" Snape muttered to himself, kneeling on one knee, trying to grab a handful of sand, but unexpectedly a hand went straight through the ground without any feeling in between.

"We should be in the state of souls now, peeking into the memories sealed in the armor."

"armor?"

Past experiences came to everyone's mind. Hogwarts Castle was uprooted and the entire building was transformed into a large arena. Countless people were divided into four different camps and then fought each other. The culprit of the accident was now standing opposite them safely, watching with a smile on his face.

A set of green armor automatically appeared on Harry's body. "To be precise, my current body is this armor. My soul resides in it."

Snape frowned. In wizard magic, any spell that involves the soul is extremely evil and can easily shake a person's will and cloud their mind.

What's more, placing the soul in an object also gives it its own consciousness. Snape could not imagine any other possibility except that it was a Horcrux created by Voldemort.

"What did that guy do to my body? Did he do anything bad?"

Snei did not answer, his eyes fixed on Harry's every move, trying to see any trace of tyranny on his face.

"Why are you looking at me?" The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became tense.

The parchment in Hermione's hand became extremely broken and tattered the next moment, and then flew away in the wind.

"Useless! If you can't even do such a small thing, what's the use of you?"

Hermann sat on the throne, furious. Three trembling wizards knelt below him. There were seven or eight bloody marks on their bodies, and blood was constantly dripping out. Even their outer robes were soaked.

"Please spare us, sir! We are really powerless. We have searched the area and found no signs of life. There are many dead wizards and Muggles there. Their bodies are buried in the ruins and are already smelling and rotting. We -"

"We have been searching for a long time but have not found any trace. Lord Potter will definitely be fine." Another bold man suddenly spoke.

Hermann wanted to get angry, but a soldier suddenly ran in, panting with a look of fear on his face.

"What's wrong? Why are you so anxious?"

"Reporting to the Lord, we have found that seven or eight holes in the surrounding ground can no longer produce beads. When we throw the Muggles in, they are either safe or most of them are burned to death by the magma."

Hermann stood up immediately, feeling a little angry and more terrified. She understood the significance of the beads to the great wizards. It was almost their only channel and way to increase their strength. If the news spread, the catastrophic consequences would be unimaginable.

"Immediately block the news, distribute part of the beads in stock first, and use the other part to stabilize those people. Tell them that after the disaster, Muggles should not have any more casualties. We need their manpower to train potential wizards. If anyone protests, let them come to me."

Hermann looked down at the soldier who reported back and said slowly, "Do you understand?"

"I understand." The soldier was about to leave but was stopped by Hermann.

"Mark the place where you lost your ability on the map and send it to me in an hour."

As soon as the soldier left, some more people came in one after another. They saw the three people kneeling on the ground and didn't care at all.

Time passed by minute by minute, people came and went in the hall, and Hermann was very busy. When it was late at night, when almost everyone had left and the surroundings became quiet, she was surprised to find that the three men were pale and still kneeling on the ground.

"Okay, you guys can go now. If you fail to do your job well next time, you won't just be punished like this."

"Yes--" The three men retreated in a hurry as if they had been pardoned. Hermann turned and left the hall, then slowly walked towards a staircase outside, then wound his way up, looking at the bright light in the room with a smile on his face.

"Jie Lan--" She opened the door with a smile, but found that there was no one inside. There were traces of people sitting on the bed, and there were two cups of tea on the table.

She narrowed her eyes, looking unfriendly. Who had come here and taken Jie Lan away? She was the only one who knew about this.

"You, what are you doing here?" Just after Herman went in, Jelan suddenly appeared at the door, wearing a light white pajamas. The wide neckline revealed his relatively solid chest. There was a circle of red marks on his neck, as if someone had pinched him.

Herman noticed this scene with his sharp eyes, walked over quickly, and moved his slender white fingertips gently on his neck until he saw that it was covered with goose bumps. Jelan's ears were red, and even his whole head was slightly hot. Only then did he put down his hand contentedly.

"How did you get that thing on your neck?" Hermann rested his chin on Jerlan's shoulder and spoke weakly in his ear.

The woman's sweet fragrance wafted into his nose, and Jie Lan was dizzy and almost unable to speak, "I, I, I--" Even though he had been here for so many days, he still hadn't adapted to it. In an instant, he felt some liquid flowing rapidly under his nose, but he suddenly realized what was going on when he saw a few red plum blossoms blooming on the snow-white shirt.

, I have a nosebleed.

Hermann laughed a silver bell-like laugh, which seemed a little artificial. Then she was stunned and picked up a short hair from his shirt. Then she threw Jerlan on the bed and pointed her wand at his neck. "Is it me who is doing the legilimency or you who told me in person? I still have half a bottle of truth serum here, do you want it?"

Jie Lan looked at the snow-white ceiling. These days, this crazy woman has been acting recklessly and her expression has changed faster than the weather. He was really afraid that one day this girl would be unhappy and use Avada Kedavra on him. He closed his eyes resignedly, refusing to answer the question.

Herman suddenly realized something and got off him with a smile, "Stay here and don't move, otherwise you know the consequences."

Then she strode away, sealing the doors and windows tightly before leaving, leaving only a small opening just enough for the plate to be extended. "You should reflect on yourself here for the next few days. I will go meet the guest who came to the castle."

"No, you don't want to. I brought him here." Jelan's words did not reach Herman's ears. Just like him, he was in a state of a pet that could be summoned at any time and dismissed at any time. He had no ability to influence Herman at all.

He closed his eyes resignedly and slid down the wall. To be honest, he missed the previous world full of dangers, and he missed Harry from the other world even more. How should he go home?

"Severus? Severus?"

After Professor McGonagall finished the work at hand, she received a letter from Dumbledore with a prescription attached, which required Snape to prepare it personally.

She took the list to Severus' office, but found it empty. In the crucible on the open floor of the office, there was a black thing dancing happily. When it sensed someone coming, it shrank inside like waste. Unfortunately, its movement was still caught by the sharp-eyed Professor McGonagall. She looked at the empty room, hesitating whether she should go in or not.

However, she was really interested in that thing. It was as if someone had cast a transformation spell on it, and that life still retained its soul.

She placed the list on Snape's desk and wrote a note stating Dumbledore's request, then pressed it lightly with a quill and returned to the cauldron, looking left and right.

"Little guy, would you like to come with me?"

A big circle was dented inside the small black charcoal, just like a basketball that was hit hard. It was obvious that he was thinking, but he was thinking too much and even used up all the air in his body.

The little guy didn't react, and Professor McGonagall felt a little regretful, but she still planned to wait for Snape to come back and ask him for the little guy. This creature perfectly hit her cute spot, and she didn't know where Snape got this guy from.

Just as Professor McGonagall was leaving, the small piece of charcoal turned into light paper and gently attached to Professor McGonagall's black robe. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell that there was something sticking out there.

When Professor McGonagall arrived at the 8th floor, all the portrait frames had gone out for the summer vacation or to visit a neighbor. The nurse was snoring in the picture frame in the basement. Occasionally, one or two trolls stayed behind, mumbling a bunch of incomprehensible words.

A furry little creature with wings was flying in front of a portrait. Professor McGonagall recognized the little pet. It was Hermione's. She had asked Dumbledore to apply to the Ministry of Magic to raise magical animals in Hogwarts.

But how did this little guy get here? It's not at Hermione's house.

The little guy looked very anxious. When he saw Professor McGonagall, he pounced on her clothes, grabbed her clothes with his small and sharp teeth, and walked towards the portrait frame.

"Do you want me to help you find Hermione?" McGonagall made a rough guess, and the little guy nodded vigorously.

"But Hermione shouldn't be here. She should still be in the Gryffindor common room. How about I take you to find her?"

Professor McGonagall turned around and wanted to go downstairs to the Gryffindor dormitory, but the little guy grabbed her clothes and refused to leave.

"You think Hermione is behind that portrait frame."

The little guy nodded vigorously, and his two little wings shook violently. Occasionally, two or three white feathers fell from above and landed lightly on the ground.

"Room of Requirement?" Mag muttered to himself, circling around the frame of the troll's portrait. The troll inside felt that someone was provoking him, so he started waving the big stick around, slapping his chest with one hand and making a huge roar.

Mag had also heard of this magical house, but had never had the chance to visit it. Now, on the contrary -

She followed the legendary method, closed her eyes and muttered to herself, "I need a room for Hermione, I need a room for Hermione."

The wall didn't move at all, and the troll was still howling and roaring in anger. The little guy stood dejectedly on Professor McGonagall's shoulder, a strand of brown hair resting on its white feathers.

At this moment, the portrait frame suddenly shook, then disappeared into the wall. A bronze door suddenly appeared, which seemed to be taller than the entire wall, piercing through the floor -