Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"We are also very honored to have Mr. Samuelson here today—"

There were loud gasps from the audience. This was the current Minister of Magic, a man with connections everywhere. After the system reform a thousand years ago, he was in charge of almost everything. The current headmaster of Hogwarts served as minister before him. It could be said that most of them were his students. Precisely because of this tradition, the headmaster of Hogwarts could, to some extent, be considered a candidate for the position of minister.

The current principal stood up and bowed respectfully in front of a white-bearded old man, without looking around, only daring to stare at the ground beneath his feet. All the seats after the minister were empty, and almost no one dared to sit above him. Opposite him sat Hermann.

The bright red tights outlined her enchanting figure, but no one dared to look directly at her. When civilization develops to its extreme, etiquette will become an extremely powerful weapon to define hierarchy and tame thoughts.

There was only a young man sitting above them, holding up his head cynically, with silver light faintly visible in his black pupils.

With these three people as the fulcrum of the fan, the ministers of the Ministry of Magic, retired headmasters, patriarchs of pure-blood families, and the so-called direct descendants, expanded outward in circles in a strict hierarchy. As professors of Hogwarts, they could only sit at the bottom and look at the various students opposite them, who were waving the flags of their respective colleges excitedly.

It is almost a matter of course that Mr. Samuelson is from Slytherin. For an ambitious and desireful person, this college is the best breeding ground for the seeds of ambition to take root and sprout.

After the commotion in the audience subsided, Harry spoke again, "And your favorite Ms. Herman -"

This time, more people were calling out "girl", "goddess", "queen" and other words that appeared frequently.

This legendary senior from Lion College has reached a point that is out of reach for everyone. They rarely see this senior in the college and can only catch a glimpse of her slender figure from afar on some special occasions every year.

These were the only two people whose names he personally mentioned at the scene. Harry shrank back into his chair lazily. He did not feel the slightest bit uncomfortable with this kind of occasion. His half-closed eyelids showed some indifference and boredom, which was the fatigue and laziness after power and desire were satisfied.

His slender fingers pinched his temple. Hermann below was very sensitive to Harry's discomfort and took over the next speech, pushing the atmosphere of the entire game to another climax.

"Sir, why don't you go and have a rest first?" Samuelson, such a white-bearded old man, was highly respected, but he was very respectful to Harry, a guy who looked particularly young.

Since his childhood, he had often heard that there was a legend in this world who had lived for a thousand years. He didn't take it seriously at first, until his status in this world became higher and higher, he occasionally witnessed this thrilling corner.

If the legend is true, then this man has lived for more than a thousand years and is still young. Samuelson looked at his dry claws like old tree bark, his gray and messy hair, and his aging organs.

Harry waved his hand, remembering something Herman had told him when he first arrived, and looked at Samuelson who seemed to be servile.

"Why didn't I see you at the scene of the operation some time ago?"

"My Lord, you are joking. Miss Herman and I have different responsibilities. I guard the rear for you. After the disaster, I also tried my best to appease the emotions of most wizards and ensure their normal life."

Harry crossed his legs, but then felt that it was not appropriate, so he changed to a more arrogant posture, looking at the old man's face, trying to pick out some clues from his expression.

Unfortunately, this action seemed to have no effect except for causing dissatisfaction among some people outside, and they felt sorry for Samuelson and pointed fingers at Harry.

But Harry clearly noticed that the old man's breathing was getting heavier, and the blue veins beside his neck were getting bigger, like a green snake coiled in the center.

This guy's skill in cultivating his Qi is OK, but not perfect.

The two men confronted each other. Harry seemed to be superior, but in fact he was like a duckweed in water. In the eyes of everyone, he was only based on a legendary story. He did not have the complex and intricate power relations that Samuelson had maintained for a hundred years.

Forget it.

Harry felt bored and stood up to leave. Samuelson bent down to see the old monster off, his back still sweating. He took a deep look at Herman who was still hosting the meeting, and finally realized that this was not a trick played by his old rival who was doing whatever it took to compete.

But it is the real one - the coming of the true God.

For a moment he could feel the suffocating murderous intent, as if he would suffocate and die in the next second, killed on the spot in full view of everyone.

It seemed like a long time had passed before a fierce cheer broke out in the field. The bodies of some Muggles were scattered around the lawn. The winning team cheered and came here with today's spoils, under the envious eyes of everyone.

They were all covered in blood, but now it became a badge of honor. A boy rushed to the audience, holding an arm that was torn off on the scene and threw it out, and was scolded by his mother.

"You've thrown all sorts of things everywhere. You're already dirty from playing Quidditch, and now you're covered in this. Go back and wash it for an hour."

"Mom~ We can use spells. We are wizards."

"No, or you won't go home to sleep today!"

Under the threat of his mother, the boy obediently cleaned the blood off his body.

Harry left the audience and strolled alone in the corridor of Hogwarts. He looked at the murals on the wall. The protagonists had already been changed. The new protagonists stared at the young man in confusion.

I walked to a corner of the corridor on the fourth floor. It was designed as a protruding semicircular fan with a huge window. The sunlight passed through the transparent glass and sprinkled on the wooden corridor, creating a layer of warm oily sheen. Dust floated quietly in the air, occasionally becoming colorful diamond dust under the warm light.

Harry leaned here with his arms folded, staring in a daze at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery in the distance.

It seemed like a moment, and also like an eternity. He suddenly turned his head and whispered to the empty corridor, "Now that you're here, why don't you show up?"

Nothing happened, it was as if Harry was talking to himself.

The slender fingers tapped on the wooden windowsill. The brown, ringed growth rings revealed an inexplicable simplicity and tranquility.

Silver liquid slowly seeped out from the soles of Harry's feet, leaving four pairs of deep footprints on the ground at a speed faster than lightning. There was also a little boy falling to the ground, with platinum hair and azure eyes soaked in the transparent liquid, showing the owner's fear.

"I'm sorry, sir, I, I--"

Bai You knelt carefully on the floor in his hospital gown and carefully changed the position of his knees.

Harry said nothing. He turned his head and looked to the other side. The footprints were slowly moving backwards.

"Strange, why are there so many more people?"

The footprints obviously paused for a moment, and then quickened their pace.

"Don't you want to know the truth?"

Bai You, kneeling on the ground, was a little flustered, but more confused. He didn't understand what the adults said. While he felt sorry for his poor comprehension, he was also worried about his future as a knight.

Can I really become a capable subordinate of the adults?

Then, out of the corner of his eye he saw the adult's shoes getting farther and farther away, and his heart sank to the bottom. Could it be that he had disappointed the adult too much?

Da da da--

I don’t know how long it was, when Bai You’s palms were numb, his head was bleeding, and darkness was flickering in front of his eyes, a voice finally rang in his ears, like a savior, waking Bai You up.

"Hurry up and get up, what are you doing kneeling here little guy?"

It's an adult!

Bai You's eyes filled with tears, he originally thought that he was an ant, almost no one cared about him, and no one would treat him equally, but he never expected that such a noble adult would speak to him in this tone.

He had already imagined five or six scenarios of a man dying for his friend in his mind, and his mood was so turbulent that he didn't even hear what Harry said clearly.

"Stop kneeling, get up quickly, I don't like people kneeling in front of me."

"Yes!"

Bai You hurriedly got up, but because he moved too quickly, his vision went dark and he was uncontrollably drawn to the floor.

Unexpectedly, his tilted body was steadily tilted in mid-air. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Harry's emerald green eyes, which seemed to be smiling but slightly helpless.

Large fireworks exploded in his mind, colorful and brilliant—

"What's your name?"

Bai You was still in a drowsy state. He seemed to hear another self saying mechanically and repeatedly, "My name is Bai You, sir, Bai You, sir——"

He didn't notice Harry's slightly changing expression and his meaningful temptation.

Behind him, there were two girls hiding behind the stone pillars in the corridor, one on the left and one on the right. They looked at Bai You with some envy and jealousy.

"Okay." Harry patted his shoulder heavily, then strode away. There were several guests waiting for him, and he couldn't break the appointment.

"Why hasn't that guy come yet? He seems like a fox, smiling with malicious intent."

"Fox?" Snape snorted coldly. He was about to blurt out the word python, but then he thought of the logo of his college and closed his mouth in annoyance.

Lofitt circled around Harry in soul form again and again, looking at the silver markings on his feet that could no longer be shaken off.

"I'm so curious. Is that guy you? Or is it you who chose Slytherin? What is the relationship between you two? Why does it sound like he knows you?"

Harry didn't know what to say. He just sat on the floor, staring at his feet in a daze. Is there any way to get rid of these annoying things? After coming to this world, this was the first time that someone had such a clear grasp of his whereabouts. It was really uncomfortable.

"You ask too many questions." Harry replied coldly, frowned and tapped the armor on his body, an idea popped up in his mind.

perhaps--

He concentrated all his attention on the tiny bit of silver substance on his feet.

Disappear, disappear, absorb, absorb--

When his eyes were about to get sore from staring, the spot finally shrank a little. At this time, Lofitt came closer curiously, but was blocked by Harry's palm.

He frowned and said, "Why do I feel like you've been nagging since you came to this castle? It's very unlike you. Are you hiding something from us?"

Snape walked silently behind Lofitt. If he didn't give a suitable answer, then -

Luo Fitt felt a little guilty because he was surprised to find his own portrait hanging in a remote corridor. The guy was still smiling shamelessly, showing his big teeth, and the background behind him was actually a dragon.

This is almost going to expose all of my past, so I have to divert their attention.

Hermione stood quietly at the door, as if she wanted to see the person through the door.

Although he looked like Harry, he revealed a kind of weariness and sadness all over his body. Hermione didn't know if it was her illusion, but even after seeing such a tragic scene on the Quidditch field, she couldn't feel any hatred towards that man, and kept defending him in her heart.

crunch--

It was so sudden that when the door opened, Hermione watched herself go in and then go out before she could react.

She was very close to the Harry-like figure, close enough to see his long eyelashes, emerald green pupils, and the deep silver light within them.

etc--

Silver light? What is that?

"Oh, it seems there is someone standing here with unique hobbies." Harry commented lightly, then closed the door again, blocking out the sight of the person following behind him.

Hermione's cheeks flushed, and even though she knew the man probably couldn't see her clearly, she still felt genuinely ashamed.

"Well, let me think about it. How can I communicate with you smoothly?" Harry stared at the four pairs of footprints moving on the ground and laughed out loud.

Harry in spirit form came over and rushed straight into Harry's body, assuming the exact same posture as him.

It's such a magical feeling.

The two Harrys had the same idea in their hearts at the same time. It was really magical that they could feel each other. They were the closest people in the world and could open their hearts to each other and talk about anything.

Snape stared at the scene in front of him. He was not as easily fooled as Hermione.

In just a moment, Harry in soul state rushed out, sat on the floor again, and crossed his legs.

From Harry's perspective, silver shoe prints appeared in the air. Was someone floating up, or lying down?