Harry Potter and the Rebirth

With a whoosh, Harry felt as if there was something extra in his head, but he couldn't care less about it at the moment.

Draco only felt a flash of red light before his eyes, which seemed to be mixed with a black shadow. A familiar feeling swept over his body. He looked around carefully, but there was nothing, as if what he saw just now was just an illusion.

Looking at Ron who suddenly appeared in the crowd, Bai You raised his eyebrows, as if thinking about something, how could he not be controlled? He turned his head to look at the glass wall, and Harry had passed through the wall and ran to a man in a large cloak.

Bai You tilted his head, his face full of disbelief. How did this guy get in?

Black greasy hair, a pair of cold thin lips under the groove nose, and eyes that usually made people dare not look directly at them were tightly closed. "Professor, what's wrong with you?" Harry asked anxiously.

She tugged at the professor's robe, and his legs shook a little, but there was still no movement. She turned around and stared at Bai You angrily, "What did you do to the professor?"

Seeing Harley like this from afar, Bai You felt that his goal had been achieved. He shrugged and trapped Harley inside, isolating the sound and allowing her to scream silently inside.

Harry seemed to have returned to the moment when the professor died in front of her. A nameless anger rushed to her head, making her unable to think. Her delicate fingers clenched into fists, her whole body was tense, and her green eyes were like two burning emerald flames.

She was another Harry, bearing all his most painful memories. Harry's palm was scratched by something that suddenly appeared. She lowered her head and looked at it. Hmm? A golden locket?

The flowing blood stuck to the glass wall and was absorbed, merging with the blood that originally remained in the wall.

Harry seemed to sense something outside. He wanted to take a look, but was blocked by a white fog.

The words on the glass wall were still flickering. Some of them were not clear, but the other part was writing, Mission... Seize the authority of Hogwarts... Describe Hogwarts...

This was the system task that Harry had ignored for a long time. Bai You was very dissatisfied with Harry's passive resistance, so he planned today's scene, and by the way, he wanted to test Dumbledore, warn Harry, and capture Snape.

He had been planning for this for a long time, and finally found a bug in the system. He could finally capture the potion master he had been eyeing for a long time. This person's soul should be able to...

Even Harry's own unusual behavior was selectively ignored by him. Now it was time to settle the accounts.

However, action is action, and being exposed is not what he wants. Except, how come the little boy with red hair standing on the table was not controlled?

Bai You narrowed his eyes and moved his middle finger slightly, and another line of words appeared below, "Penalty for failure: absorb one-third of Snape's soul."

He watched everything that happened outside from Harry's perspective again, and then he became quiet.

Harley's anger gradually subsided, and she forced herself to calm down. Conspiracy and scheming were not her strong point, and if she continued to look at the matter from an emotional perspective, she would not be able to perceive this person's purpose.

Harley looked at Bai You outside the glass, who seemed to have lost consciousness suddenly. His head slumped on the sofa. She noticed this detail. During the short time they had been together, although he was lazy, he was indeed meticulous in etiquette. It had never happened before that he would lie down on the soft sofa.

Harry fell into deep thought. She had noticed this detail just now. Was he asleep? Given his desire to control Harry, he wanted to control his every move. How could he fall asleep at such a critical moment?

That is……

Harry ran to the front, and the zombie-like little wizards turned their heads and looked at Dumbledore who was in the front. Dumbledore didn't say anything, and the original spirit in his eyes seemed to be sucked dry all of a sudden, as if it wasn't him who said that just now, as if he only dared to say some harmless, sarcastic words.

Ron stood on the table trembling. Seeing this strange scene, he regretted his impulsiveness just now. The big guy Hagrid was still standing behind Dumbledore, not moving at all from the beginning until now.

Harry was filled with doubts. Voldemort did not have the ability or means to do what he was doing. It was only in his mind...

Harry didn't think about it any further, nor did he dare to think about it any further. He took a few tentative steps. The people in front of him seemed to be sculptures. Ron saw Harry approaching, and he rolled down from the table, rushed behind Harry, and grabbed Harry's sleeve tightly.

Draco looked at him with disdain and came to the other side of Harry. Quirrell was squeezed out. He looked at Harry's actions and then at the two new people in front of him. Suddenly, his sense of crisis increased. Are these two here to snatch his master from him?

When Ron came over, there was no obstruction, as if time was frozen at this scene. The pink mist that no one saw suddenly rushed out from the castle gate, passed through the corridor, passed through the tower, and floated over the surface of the Black Lake. The giant octopus slowly sank to the bottom of the water, and the armor wandering in the corridor slowly walked back to where they were originally.

As if everything had been cleansed, Dobby, who was still struggling with the house-elves, lost his spirit and walked forward in a daze. The other elves disappeared, and the scattered elves appeared in the kitchen one after another, waving spatulas mechanically.

The portraits on the wall could not leave Hogwarts as the passage to the outside had been cut off, and as the pink mist passed by, they also fell into a deep sleep.

Harry approached slowly, carefully avoiding the crowded crowd, holding his wand, and walked in front. He asked Draco and Ron to stay behind and be careful.

Harry looked carefully at the old man in front of him whom he loved, and he always had a feeling of déjà vu. It was her, but it seemed not him. She had a snow-white beard on her chest, with a few strands hanging mischievously on her lips. Her deep blue eyes were like glass balls, beautiful but without any sense of liveliness. She had a crescent-shaped glasses frame hanging on her nose, and she wore a purple wizard robe covered with stars.

He looks just like usual. Even people who are familiar with him can't tell what's wrong with him.

Dumbledore's fingers hidden in his wizard robes moved slightly.

Harry passed by Professor McGonagall and tripped over her wizard robes. Professor McGonagall turned stiffly, lowered her head slightly, and looked at Harry.

Harry froze, he tried to take a few steps, and found that the professor did not show any obvious attacking behavior. With his wand in hand and his armor on, he put a protective shield around himself, and then cast a levitation spell on himself to stay away from the ground.

Harry looked around, and inched closer to Dumbledore, while Quirrell followed behind, relaxed and not quite paying attention. What on earth was his master doing? He was acting like a real show.

As far as he knew, this kind of fog, Quirrell looked at the pink mist around him, but it was unique to his master. Although he couldn't help wanting to laugh, he still kept his mouth shut.

Looking at Harry in front of him, who was like a sheep falling into a tiger's mouth, Dumbledore regained his senses in an instant. He waved his wand, and suddenly a hemp rope as thick as a man's arm rushed out, broke through Harry's protective shield, and tied him up tightly.

"Ouch, that hurts," Harry grimaced.