Harry Potter and the Rebirth

On the hard stone floor, Madam Pomfrey supported her body with her elbows and felt dizzy. She recalled the last scene before she fainted. The figure that attacked her overlapped with the figure in front of her, "Quirrel!" Madam Pomfrey stood up, holding a wand in her hand, pointing it at the person who was peeping.

It was as if Quirrell had eyes behind him. He waved the wand in his hand casually, "Bang!" Madam Pomfrey fell down again. "What a trouble. I have to modify her memory." Quirrell seemed a little impatient. He used a levitation spell to help Madam Pomfrey to the side, his eyes still fixed on the scene happening in the hall.

"We'll go home and tell our parents that Hogwarts is closed."

Quirrell shuddered. No matter how many times he watched this scene, he still felt uncomfortable. Why don't I ask my master what I should do next? A subordinate who doesn't share the burden for his master is not a good subordinate, Quirrell thought to himself, why is Hogwarts suddenly closed?

Here, Draco, who had just run out of the auditorium, saw Professor Quirrell in front of him and was secretly delighted that there was finally a normal person in this school. He looked back, but the hordes of "zombies" still frightened him after all.

He quickly followed, wanting to seek some sense of security, but then he thought of the death of Voldemort in his previous life. He saw some news in the reports that the reason why their first-year professor Zillow left was that he was possessed by Voldemort. Thinking of the boiled egg without a nose, Draco gave up this decision and went to the infirmary to find Harry first.

Harry definitely has a way.

But why is this person taking the same path as him?

When Harry heard the news, he propped up his tired body, put on a coat, and asked Quirrell to take him to the Great Hall.

Bai You in his mind showed a smug expression, and Harley beside him noticed it.

She turned her head, slightly suspicious, and asked softly, "Is it you?" Bai You didn't say anything. He just crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa, with one hand casually resting on hers and the other hand holding Harry's wrist.

Ha Li did not struggle, she just stared at Bai You, hoping to get an accurate answer from him.

Bai You ignored it, his thoughts drifting back to that day, the day he had just met Harry.

The noise, screams, and crying filled his brain for a moment, and he became extremely annoyed. Bai You shook off Harley's wrist and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Psycho," Harry cursed and turned to look at the scene outside.

Draco watched Quirrell enter the school infirmary. Before he could react, he found that the two of them were walking together closely and hurriedly. From time to time, Quirrell supported Harry who was about to fall.

The midday sun gradually shone on Draco's shoes. He was full of doubts about the relationship between the two people. He felt a sense of disappointment and betrayal in his heart, but then it quickly disappeared. A feeling of worry filled his brain and controlled his body.

The poor control was obvious, and the hidden control was deeply rooted in people's hearts. Draco escaped from the rigid crowd, but never realized that he was actually trapped in a cage.

He caught up quickly and took Harry's other arm.

"There is something wrong with the teachers and students in the school." Quirrell looked at Malfoy who suddenly appeared, and consciously swallowed some words in his stomach, leaving only some things that could be put on the surface.

Malfoy took over the conversation, "Dumbledore said he wanted to disband the school. The students around were all very surprised at first, but then they didn't know what happened, they all shouted to go home, and the professors didn't say anything."

"I don't know what's going on now," Malfoy quickened his pace. Hogwarts was one of the places where he had the deepest emotions, carrying all his pain and joy. The best times of his life were spent here. He didn't want this school to be disbanded so quickly and inexplicably.

Harry frowned. He had just heard from Quirrell that there was definitely something wrong with Dumbledore. The portraits on the wall became restless. They also learned from various sources that the headmaster wanted to disband the school. There were screams, noise, and crying. The mobs were holding wooden sticks and yelling. A portrait on the wall watched all this indifferently, as if it had happened many times before.

Ding, ding, ding! The sounds of iron tools and stone slabs colliding gradually became louder. At the other end of the corridor, many suits of armor appeared. The smell of dust, earth and rust, this mixed smell rushed into Harry's nasal cavity. Harry covered his nose in unbearable pain and clenched his wand in his hand.

At this time, several house elves suddenly appeared. One of them was wearing a dark brown bib and looked very old. He bowed deeply to Harry and the other two and said, "The headmaster has ordered Harry Potter to go to the school infirmary to rest."

The elf's eyes were full of guilt, and the ones behind him kept bowing and shouting sorry, sorry.

Harry didn't want to waste time here, so "Dobby", a well-dressed elf wearing human butler's clothes, appeared in front of the three of them.

"Stop them quickly!"

"Qirlo, go move those armors away!" Quirrell knew that this was a good opportunity to show himself, but at the same time he was secretly thinking, weren't those in the auditorium made by the master?

The myriad of thoughts in his mind did not affect his quick movements. The elves standing in front of him did not seem to have much desire to resist. "The famous Harry Potter, the great Headmaster Dumbledore." Harry felt the entanglement and struggle. He sighed and let Draco support him as he walked slowly along the path ahead.

"Be careful." Harry supported Dobby who was about to fall, and at the same time waved his wand to save another elf who was attacked.

"Bang, bang, bang." The elf knelt on the ground and slammed its head, which was extremely asymmetrical with its body, against the wall. "Bad elf, bad elf."

At this moment, the tattoo on Harry's body moved quietly.

Harry walked towards the Great Hall with a heavy heart. Emotionally, he didn't want that person to be Dumbledore. How could a person change so much in such a short time? But his reason told him that being able to command professors, command the armor that had been sealed in the school for many years, command the house elves in the kitchen, and the energy shield that Quirrell mentioned to protect Hogwarts, these were not something that any random substitute could do.

When Harry stood at the door of the Great Hall, looking at the many dazed little wizards, the stiff-moving professors, and Dumbledore standing at the front, just one glance and the hammer of judgment fell heavily, shaking Harry's soul.

"Oh, look who's here? This is our great savior." Dumbledore's eyes turned black without him knowing.

He stared at Harry who was standing at the door in a playful manner. As if guided, the wizards turned their heads and looked at Harry viciously as if he were an enemy.

Harry took a step back.

Ron, who was hiding under the table with a struggling expression, suddenly woke up when he heard the voice. He had a look of joy on his face, but at the same time he was very worried in his heart.

Ron crawled out from under the table, stood on it, faced the door of the Great Hall, and turned his back to Dumbledore.

"Don't come over here, run, Harry!" he shouted loudly. This time he would never let Harry get hurt again.