Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry frowned and reached out his hand to touch it. The moment his fingertips touched the silver liquid, it went back into his body.

"I see." Harry lowered his head and smiled slightly. It turned out that the person who knows himself best is himself?

Harry, in spirit form, got up from the ground with a red face, looking at his feet, which had returned to normal. The three people beside him showed a look of sudden enlightenment, but how could the two professors do such a detrimental act in front of the students? Even if they did the same thing, how could Harry be fooled again?

"I think we should have a good talk." Harry stared at the other three pairs of footprints and saw them standing opposite him. Under the sunlight, the dust in the air there was still motionless. He knew clearly that there seemed to be subtle changes, but they were difficult to detect.

Harry squatted down in soul state, and green armor emerged faintly. Then he opened his five fingers and sucked the silver liquid on the shoes of the three people into his hands.

The liquid could not enter Harry's palm, so it could only form a ball and flow slowly in the air. According to his wishes, the silver liquid formed a line of text in the air.

"I am you."

Harry showed an understanding expression, "You are really smart."

"Who are the other three?"

"Hermione, Snape, Loffitt—" the other Harry confessed.

Harry nodded, and the wooden board on the window jumped down by itself, and finally evenly divided into five small parts, and began to grow rapidly again. Five wooden chairs appeared, and at the same time, they were covered with a layer of soft leather. He sat on it by himself, stretched out his left hand, palm facing up, "Please--"

He stared for a long time, but could only see the silver text disappear again, turn into a ball, and come to the sofa closest to him.

Harry suddenly felt like a madman, talking to himself.

"Long time no see, Hermione—" Harry looked towards a corner of the room with his sixth sense and nodded slightly, "It's a pity that I can't see you—"

Snape, who was ignored, was inexplicably annoyed. He came to Harry angrily, took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. Suddenly, a ball of purple light in Harry's arms attracted his attention. The beads were placed inside his clothes, and at this time they kept flashing a different light.

In this light, he could actually see the face that he was most familiar with and the one he hated the most in his life. Sirius thought he couldn't see him and made all kinds of strange gestures.

He took a deep look at Harry sitting on the sofa, and returned to his original position. The development of the incident caught him off guard. These two might be the same person -

Snape was reluctant to make such a guess. The bloody scene on the Quidditch field was still vivid in his mind. The boundary between the high-ranking wizards and the low-level Muggles was so clear and tragic.

"Quick, quick! Come to my secret base. Let me tell you, not everyone can do this—"

Suddenly, there was a loud voice outside the door, and a student with long red hair and freckles on his face pushed the door open, followed by a respectful middle-aged man.

"Xiao Hu, let me tell you——"

When he saw that there was already someone in the room, Weasley stopped talking. Just as he was about to curse, he saw that familiar face. This was a good opportunity. This was the only thought that came to Weasley's mind.

Looking at this familiar boy, Harry was a little dazed. He seemed to see Ron running towards him with a smile, then passing through his body and rushing to the Gryffindor table. He sat down on the chair with a smile, stopped another self, put his favorite chicken leg on his plate, took a bite of the strawberry tart, and squinted his eyes happily.

Hermione, Ron -

They really are alike, Harry thought.

The other four people's eyes fell on Weasley, who was in the lead. The silver ball of light quietly fell behind the chair and hid itself.

Hu Yide, who was at the back, looked up, and his black pupils reflected the red-haired Weasley standing in front of him, and Lord Potter hiding behind him.

"grown ups!"

Weasley knelt down on one knee neatly, and Hu Yide behind him did the same.

"Get up—"

Harry helped them both up. He didn't have the habit of looking at someone with the same face as his former friend kneeling in front of him.

"Yes, my lord."

Thinking of the Four Knights selection that had already ended, Weasley's heart was boiling with emotion when he saw Lord Potter so close. He could feel that Lord Potter's attitude towards him had softened at some point.

"Sir, I have the opportunity to serve you." Weasley said very respectfully.

"No need, you can leave first."

"Yes." He was unwilling, but knew that if he angered the adults, it would be more trouble than gain.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Ron Weasley, sir—"

Hermione's pupils dilated, Snape looked at her in disbelief, and Lofitt felt that the student looked familiar, as if she had been this guy's teacher.

"Okay, okay—go on!"

Harry threw out a token with a mysterious symbol engraved on it. There was a circle inside a triangle, and there was a wand inside the circle, like a dragon's eye, engraved in the center of the bronze token.

Weasley was overjoyed and immediately knelt down respectfully. He then slowly walked out and carefully closed the door. He really gained a lot from this trip.

He couldn't help but be grateful for the wisdom of his ancestors. In the Weasley family tree, there is a line from grandfather to great-grandson, all with only one name, that is Ron. The name in the middle is used to distinguish them individually, while the names on both sides are exactly the same, perhaps just to wait until this day.

After Weasley walked out of the room, he looked at Hu Yide who was still following him respectfully, and patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction. Although some things could not be fully believed, this guy did bring him good luck.

"You go to our family garrison to report and say that I recommended you here." Every time he came, he would pull off a bronze plate from his waist. There was a small round clock on it. Different words were engraved next to each clock, but no one could understand it. This was the family emblem of the Weasley family that has been passed down to this day. It is said that as long as someone can unlock the secret, they can obtain the treasure from a thousand years ago. Unfortunately, until now, no one has been able to find out the mystery, and not many people care about this legend.

Hu Yide held it in his hands respectfully, no one could know the enthusiasm in his heart. He was different from those noble wizards from famous families. He came from the Muggle group and was bullied since childhood. It was not until he was 11 years old that an owl flew from Hogwarts and changed his fate. He thought he had gained a new life, but unexpectedly, he came to a new hell.

He held the token and walked around his old campus, which was filled with his bloody history and memories of being bullied.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it!"

A group of people gathered in the corridor ahead, and they burst into hearty laughter, occasionally interspersed with screams and shrill wails.

Zhou Fu and Harley walked together. A group of people respectfully made way for them. The boy who was being stepped on walked through the forest of calves and saw in the black robes a group of people who were in a completely opposite situation to his own, a group of superior people.

The magic power in his body showed signs of rioting, and then it was popped out like a bubble.

The two of them just walked away together, and the large group of people around them acted as if they didn't see them. From their conversation, one could occasionally hear the words "Where's Dali?"

Soon after, the group of people surrounded him again. Hu Yide hid behind a stone pillar. After leaving the school, he vowed to take revenge on those high and mighty people. So he stopped at nothing and became the group that everyone despised in today's wizarding society. Of course, there were some small sacrifices involved, but their sacrifices were all worth it.

The scene of the wailing of one or two hundred people in the mine did not even have time to appear before it was extinguished by his already crazy obsession.

Not now, not now—

He told himself that he wanted to become Weasley's most trusted subordinate, pass the trial in the forbidden area, and become someone that no one else could afford to mess with.

He left quietly, telling himself not to look back. He didn't know if it was because the distance was too far or because the man had lost his voice, so he couldn't even hear his screams or wails.

Hu Yide left the castle. The gray walls were covered with layer upon layer of dirt, which was said to be impossible even for the principal to remove. The vines lingering on them had become the norm. Gradually, no one cared about it anymore and instead regarded it as a symbol of a long history.

Thousands of years of history, the long-standing high status and glory, and the forgetfulness of one's own responsibilities have made this place the most sinister and filthy place for filth and corruption. Who still remembers the original four founders of the academy? The history of Hogwarts has long been locked in a high cabinet and no one has read it for a long time.

The child is still alive, but his life is worse than death. Hogwarts does not allow any students to die. This is its reputation. Countless people come here one after another, and countless people feel despair when looking at the endless walls.

The little boy was quite experienced in dealing with this kind of situation. He carefully followed the wall, trying to avoid the people coming and going. There was no sympathy or mercy from the people here, only the law of the jungle and a fight to the death. Even the eyes of the Hufflepuffs were filled with a desire for power.

The captain of the team that won the Quidditch match today has been appointed as the prefect of that grade. Since he appeared before Lord Potter, Herman and Samuelson, he is very proud and has other possibilities to compete for the president of the student union next year. Many people are rushing to support him.

His handsome face and friendly attitude made him have an unrivaled reputation in this academy. Even the bullied little boy was only full of envy and desire. He never felt any envy or jealousy towards this person.

"Senior Cedric, congratulations today." The little boy mustered up his courage and came up to the man. His gentle smile made him feel like spring breeze.

“Thank you, junior.” Although Cedric was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes. There was a trace of disgust and hatred hidden deep inside. The guy’s blood dripped onto the floor in front of him. He would inevitably get some on himself when he went over there later. It was really troublesome—

"Sorry, I have something else to do."

"Oh, okay, okay, sorry, Senior."

As Cedric left, he turned his head and glanced at the little follower beside him.

The little follower nodded, then slowed down his pace and reached the end of the line. He kicked the little boy, whose back was a little dazed, and watched him roll down the stairs before leaving with satisfaction.

Any dog ​​would dare to bark in front of me.

Others seemed accustomed to all this. It was like a city of evil, full of jealousy, hatred, anger, disgust, killing, blood, and filth. All those beautiful qualities seemed to be imprisoned in a cage, and no one could touch them even a little bit.

In the principal's office on the eighth floor, the wall is covered with various portraits. The current principal stands in front of these portraits, full of regret and helplessness.

On the upper level, there was an old man with a white beard and blue eyes who was looking at him with a kind smile. With the great changes in the world, no one knew where the mountain had gone.

Well, well—

The headmaster knew that Lord Potter had met with the Weasley child in a classroom, and had a brief conversation with one of his knights in the corridor.

Ugh--

If you can protect one, then that’s it.

The principal didn't know which switch on the table he touched, and a step on the stairs suddenly became empty. In full view of everyone, the little boy fell in. However, no one came to help him, just looked at him coldly until the board closed again.

"What are you doing? How come there is such a thing all of a sudden?"

Someone in the crowd asked his companion, and his companion pointed upwards, through the spiral staircase, and directly reached the ceiling of the castle, where there was a painting of Merlin saving the world, and on the other side was a blank-faced man riding a white horse and holding a sword, looking heroic.

"You mean our principal——"

"Humph, it is indeed——"

"Shh-"

There was a sudden noise from the wall next to him, and then a door suddenly appeared in the seemingly closed classroom. Harry stood up vigilantly, as he could smell an extremely strong smell of blood.

crunch--

A little boy covered in blood used his last bit of strength to turn the doorknob. In a trance, he seemed to see five or six figures.

And there is that great man who is high above us.

I really have reached heaven. Even when I was dying, these were still on my mind.

The little boy felt genuinely sad.

"Go save him!" The silver font hung in the air, followed by several exclamation marks.

it is good--

Harry responded lightly and looked at the little boy with a frown. Could this be a bad fate?