Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry opened his eyes, and after adapting to the darkness, he couldn't help but shed a few physiological tears after being stimulated by the strong light.

He tilted his head and saw that the mountain of gifts next to him had disappeared, and only a few black notebooks were left on the white sheets.

"Master, you're awake." Quirrell had a flattering smile on his face. He bent down slightly and handed Harry a cup of warm water with both hands.

Quirrell noticed that the corners of Harry's lips were dry and slightly chapped, and he took out a box of cotton swabs commonly used by Muggles from his pocket.

"How about I do it for you..."

"No, thank you." Harry smiled wryly. Seeing the strange behavior of the wizard in front of him, he felt that it was not easy for him to live peacefully in the wizarding world for so many years.

This Quirrell is really a combination of contradictions. He looks down on Muggles, but he likes things that Muggles use very much, whether it is cotton swabs, computers or cameras, he has an abnormal obsession and love for them. Harry stared at Quirrell. Is it possible for this man to turn him against the party?

Quirrell was a little scared by Harry's gaze. Could it be? Could it be that the master knew my original disrespectful thoughts? His legs understood the master's thoughts very well. His knees kissed the hard floor with a thud. His lumbar spine also bent into an arc as he wished, kneeling down to give Harry on the bed the deepest worship.

"What are you doing? Get up." Harry immediately struggled to his feet, and at the same time he became more alert to Bai You in his heart. What kind of person is he?

"Idiot," Harley seemed to have grown up all of a sudden. She changed into a silver-white tasseled fishtail skirt and sat on the soft sofa that Bai You had conjured up for her. There was a slightly concave groove next to it.

The owner of the groove was wearing a black suit and a flashy purple tie. He leaned in to see what Harry was thinking. A faint fluorescent light was printed on Bai You's face. There was a hint of surprise and anger at being offended in his expression. Then, a strong light burst out from his right palm, as if he was going to do something next.

Wearing golden high-heeled shoes inlaid with bright diamonds, Harley walked slowly towards Bai You. Her pointed heels stepped on the empty ground, and circles of light appeared on the ground. Her slender fingers stretched out and rested on his exposed wrist.

Bai You felt the soft touch on his wrist, the delicate skin, and the fresh floral scent, and somehow he followed the force and sat down on the sofa.

"Just feel bad."

Harry pursed his lips, smiled, and didn't say much.

Bai You also laughed. He conjured up a comb out of thin air. The black teeth of the comb appeared and disappeared in the golden hair as he slowly started combing.

At this time, Madam Pomfrey came in with a box of potion. She looked at the scene in astonishment. The weak Harry tried to support his body, his arms trembling, his lips were dry and his cheeks were red, as if he had a high fever.

Quirrell maintained the posture of getting up, with his legs slightly squatted, his hands on the bed, his arms spread out, like a spider spirit that had not fully adapted to human life, with wrinkles pressed out one after another, as if he was going to pounce on Harry viciously in the next moment.

"What are you doing?" Madam Pomfrey dropped her plate, and the crumbs on the ground scattered everywhere. One of them went straight to Quirrell's trouser leg. "Ah~" was someone's scream.

Harry looked stunned, he was surprised to see Madam Pomfrey carrying Quirrell out. Quirrell looked bitter, he opened his mouth slightly, pointed at himself, his eyes showed a look of seeking help, Harry shrugged, indicating that he could do nothing to help.

As if remembering something, after everyone left, Harry turned up his sleeves, looked at the two snake-shaped tattoos on them, and called out softly a few times, but there was no response.

He touched the spot with a look of heartache and guilt.

Here, Professor Dumbledore came to the Great Hall, followed by a few small tails and a big tail. The small tails were pushing and shoving each other, as if none of them would give in to the other. The big tail stood at the back, looking at the group of lively children in front with a smile on his face.

The hall was filled with a magical fragrance. After Hermione entered, she took a deep breath, her eyes filled with obsession. A pink line emerged from the depths of her eyes and then disappeared.

Ron and Draco pushed against each other, neither of them giving way to the other. "It's all your fault for going in there and causing Harry to get hurt. If you hadn't gone in, Harry might have been fine." "You're not much better off, did you abandon Harry and run away?"

"You guys should get back to the team." Dumbledore turned around, interrupted the quarrel behind him, and spoke kindly to the little wizards behind him.

These people felt as if they had been granted amnesty. Ron took the opportunity to pat Draco on the arm. Percy stood in the front row of the Gryffindor students, looking at the three red-haired students and one brown-haired student who were running towards him with a look of disappointment on his face.

The young wizards plunged into the crowd and disappeared into it, like a drop of water merging into the sea, while Hagrid stood behind Dumbledore, like a door god, guarding his most beloved headmaster.

"Quiet--" Dumbledore stood in the front and nodded to Snape as he passed by. The professor immediately disappeared, leaving only a flash of red light and a golden-red feather left where he was.

The little wizards who saw this scene exclaimed in surprise.

Professor McGonagall saw this, bent down, and held the feather in her hand. She looked down at the feather that was slowly turning black, with a vigilant look, and looked up at the familiar person in front of her, clenching her wand. Behind Professor McGonagall, in Dumbledore's eyes, the entire hall was filled with pink gas.

The chattering little wizards gradually quieted down. Dumbledore looked at the lively little wizards in front of him and said with a worried look, "Hogwarts has encountered a crisis that it has never experienced since its establishment. In order to ensure the safety of the students, the school has decided to temporarily suspend classes. Everyone should go back home first, and classes will resume after the crisis is resolved."

The little wizards below were in an uproar. There was a lot of noise for a while, and occasionally you could hear a few voices saying, "I don't agree." "This is definitely a scam." and so on.

"Let's go home quickly." Hermione looked timid. She tugged at Ron's clothes, and Ron showed an expression of disbelief, as if he had been betrayed.

Draco stared at the man who announced the news with suspicion. He first looked anxious, then terrified, and finally, taking advantage of the large number of people in the hall, he quietly crouched and left from a corner of the hall. Pansy looked dazed, and she saw Draco's back as he left, and followed him unsteadily.

"Headmaster!" Professor McGonagall walked forward quickly, looking shocked, and opened her mouth.

Dumbledore did not answer, nor did he pay attention to the noisy voices of the little wizards below. He looked towards a place in the air, and the little wizards below gradually became silent. When Ron saw that something was wrong, he wisely squatted down.

The little wizards beside him looked dazed and their movements were stiff. Ron opened his eyes wide in horror. This was another group of sleepwalking Harrys! Ron began to tremble unconsciously. He covered his body tightly with his arms and slowly moved under the dining table.

He just hoped that there would be a professor who could change the situation, or a normal person who could come from the crowded crowd.

Professor McGonagall's expression also became dull. She opened her mouth and said hoarsely and slowly, "You—are—right—"

The little wizards below responded one after another, "That's right." There were still three people who were sober. One of them watched everything coldly, without any trace of his usual self in front of his classmates. Another one moved his black hair slightly, and the hair accidentally fell on his face, which made him feel itchy.

Quirrell hid at the entrance of the castle, quietly watching the scene inside, "Damn, why is this guy here!"

There was a figure lying on the ground behind him.