Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"I said you were a reckless man, and you really are a reckless man." Dumbledore walked forward, squatted down, and gently patted Harry's left cheek with his hand.

At the same time, he also took the wand that Harry was holding tightly in his hand and put it in Professor McGonagall's hand.

He looked at Quirrell who was pointing his wand at him, and with a slight wave of his hand, he broke through the layers of protection and tied up Quirrell. Quirrell resisted twice signally, changed himself into a comfortable position, and collapsed to the ground motionless.

He lay in the middle of the crowd, looking at the various heads above him, with all kinds of stiff expressions. For a moment he was fascinated. This person's nostrils were so big, this person's nose hairs were too thick, and some people's noses were very nice.

Quirrell observed carefully, he really didn't understand this game, and adhering to the principle of talking more makes more mistakes, he chose to lie down, ready to see what his master was doing. Quirrell yawned, and the quiet environment made him a little sleepy.

Anyway, he will definitely be fine.

Draco was smart, and when Harry asked him to stay outside the crowd, he sneaked out of the hall, used the Disillusionment Charm that he had not successfully cast since he came to this world, and quietly went up to the eighth floor. He wanted to go to the headmaster's office, either by teleporting through the fireplace or by asking the portrait in the headmaster's office to report the news.

Ron stood outside the crowd, jumping up and down worriedly. He couldn't see what was happening inside, but if he went in rashly, it would only add to Harry's burden. He struggled repeatedly between his instinct to survive and his guilt towards Harry.

When he saw Dumbledore suddenly move, he jumped onto the dining table and ran inside.

Before he could run a few steps, he was pinned down by the little wizards who had received instructions. Ouch! It hurts!

Who is this? Ron looked around at the little wizards who trapped him with fear and terror. Neville sat on his lap with his bulky body, the clever Hermione snatched the wand from his hand, and the Veles twins tied his arms. They were so bulky that they seemed to have no idea what magic was, but they were extremely strong.

Cedric winked at him.

Huh!? And one sober one!

Ron seemed to have seen a savior.

Here, although Harry was being looked down upon by Dumbledore and was at a disadvantage, the person in his mind still did not answer him, and the white fog became thicker.

But he was not panicked at all, because he knew that his existence had a different effect on the mysterious guy in his mind, and he would not die easily. But where were his friends and the real Dumbledore?

"Who are you?" Harry asked. The rough hemp rope around his wrists hurt a little, and his body was still a little weak after recovering from a serious illness.

Dumbledore felt that it was a bit tiring to look down, so he waved his wand and threw Harry onto the stool.

"I am Dumbledore." He tilted his head, took out a candy from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, took a tentative bite, and it was so sweet. It felt like a worm had already taken up residence in his teeth.

Looking at the candy pieces spit on the ground, Harry curled his lips. Ah, doesn't this guy do any homework before imitating someone?

"Is this your subordinate? He doesn't look that good." He pursed his lips and motioned Harry to look at Quirrell who was lying on the ground. Harry said that this was not his fault.

"Quirrel!" Harry shouted loudly. He felt like he was being looked down upon. What kind of person was this guy?

Ron, who had quietly slipped away, turned his head back. Why did Harry call Quirrell so loudly? But in the blink of an eye, he was pushed back by Cedric, "Go! I know a place where we can inform the outside world."

Cedric looked back, his eyes filled with deep reluctance, "The most important task now is to quickly tell the real Dumbledore that Harry is in danger, and Hogwarts is in danger now."

As if he had made up his mind, he hardened his heart, turned his head, pulled Ron, and quietly slipped away.

"Who is it! Who called me?" Qi Luo woke up as if from a dream. The fog was still so hypnotic. He yawned, stood up slowly, leaned his body against the dining table, and looked at the two people in front of him who were looking at each other with confused eyes.

What kind of cosplay are you playing?

Harry was in a state of panic, and Dumbledore looked at this colleague who was going to work with him with great cause with some pain. He felt that he was a little unreliable, and he could vent his resentment appropriately while they were still not recognized.

Fainted! Hanging upside down! Dumbledore casually cast two spells to remove the eyeballs of those who were out of tune with the atmosphere.

Dumbledore didn't care about the few ants that slipped out. Anyway, they had no evidence, right? Anyone who said more would only be considered a lunatic.

Besides, there is another person who is Harry's subordinate.

The wizards around moved their heads according to Dumbledore's movements. Quirrell was hung on the ceiling unconsciously. Harry saw that these demons were not dangerous and did not pay any attention to them. Besides, they should be colleagues.

Harry suddenly jumped down from the stool, broke free from the restraints on his body, and took out another wand from his sleeve. He shook it as if he was a little uncomfortable, and pointed it at the person in front of him.

"Oh?" "Dumbledore" seemed a little surprised, "How did you escape?" He looked down at the broken hemp rope. Although he didn't use much strength, it was still not something an ordinary young wizard of this age could deal with.

Two small snakes, one blue and one purple, emerged from Harry's cuffs. One of them jumped onto Harry's left shoulder and spit out its feints proudly, while the other one wrapped itself around his wrist obediently.

"Master, Master, look at how we are doing?" Qinggang rubbed Harry's face. Harry felt the delicate and slippery touch on his face and smiled softly.

He placed the other little purple snake in the palm of his hand and held it loosely.

"You all did well. Remember to hold on to my robes." Harry's eyes were fierce. Now that he was sure it wasn't Dumbledore, he could have a good fight.

"You haven't heard what I said yet." "Dumbledore" avoided Harry's attacks, some of which he found difficult to deal with. The expression on his face began to become distorted, and his whole body collapsed to the ground like a candle melted by fire, and turned into an indescribable liquid.

Harry felt a little disgusted. He looked at the pile of things on the ground that were big enough to be mosaiced. What kind of people were these?

Then the thing immediately turned into a hunchbacked old man who was trembling with a white envelope in his hand.

As if he had been greatly insulted, "Don't move!" The old man held his crutch in front of him. Harry hesitated. He didn't want to hear the inside story. He always felt that it was all his fault.

"Master," the old man knelt down quickly, put his cane in front of him, and raised the envelope above his head with both hands, "Please take a look at this letter."

Where Harry couldn't see, the old man's wrinkled face turned into a younger face, changing back and forth, male and female, old and young, invisible.

He seemed to have finally found a more satisfied face, grinning, appearing quite respectful in his behavior but extremely bold in his heart.

Harry opened the envelope with trembling hands. The contents inside shocked him. Who was slandering him?

The old man pulled out a white hair from his arm and handed it over respectfully, "This is what you sent me with the envelope."

"When did you mail the letter?" Harry asked Bai You in his mind.

"Me," it was the day you went to play Quidditch, Bai You thought to himself. He erased Harry's memory and took control of a gray Scottish round-faced fat chicken when an owl flew by.

Bai You didn't say anything. Harry remembered the first day she saw this world. It was a night and she was hugging Dumbledore's thigh.

"Was the hair pulled out at that time?" Harry asked without thinking.

"uh-huh"