Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Bai You looked at Harry's receding back and felt something was not right. Why did he feel like the boss when it was Harry who was begging him?

A strand of light blond hair playfully fell on his forehead, blocking Bai You's eyes. He felt his eyelashes itchy and rubbed them. Harley woke up. She lay on the sofa, one hand on her abdomen, staring at Bai You's back with a surprised look in her eyes. Was she dazzled?

Harry walked through the glass wall and felt a cool feeling all over his body. His thoughts were complicated, but this idea did not occupy Harry's mind for long and he quickly put it behind him.

"Professor," Harry walked forward quickly and squatted down. He looked at Snape who had fallen to the ground, his eyes closed, his black robes spread out on the ground. Harry didn't know how to start talking for a moment. The situation was urgent just now. Now, he felt that he should say something, but he had already said everything he could say.

"Will you get hurt if you don't complete the task?" Snape opened his eyes and looked calmly at the little boy in front of him, the child of his lover and the child of his enemy.

Harry didn't know what to say for a moment. He pursed his lips and glanced downward. He didn't know if the pain he had endured physically these two times counted. The tearing fear was recalled again, and the wound that had not yet healed became bloody again.

Seeing the usually calm and self-possessed student become like this, Snape didn't say anything. He thought he had already got the answer he wanted to know.

That night, Harry sneaked out of the Gryffindor dormitory while everyone was asleep. Today he planned to explore a small part of Hogwarts, including the kitchen and the secret chamber from his previous life. As far as he knew, the basilisk was still there.

Harry remembered the scene last night again. The thing that appeared was a basilisk, but it didn't seem like a basilisk. He called out the two little snakes and prepared to ask about the situation in detail.

As Harry walked, he cast a Disillusionment Charm on his body, which felt cold to the touch. At the same time, holding the Marauder's Map in one hand, he first looked around carefully. The professor's patrol was still a long way away. There was an extra name in Snape's office, named Fili. Harry raised his eyebrows. Is that old man's name Fili? Tsk, what should I say?

Dumbledore walked in circles in his office, and the traces of his footsteps disappeared again and again. Harry felt that it was very familiar. Did the headmaster walk like this before?

Harry glanced inadvertently and saw the name of the man in his dormitory, motionless, close to Ron Velez.

Tsk tsk tsk, Harry felt that he had something to do next.

He opened his eyes and carefully used his own eyes to check the magical trajectory of the castle. He walked and explored slowly, and saw some bumps and some burn marks. Each one told Harry about the long history of the castle.

A gust of wind suddenly blew out from the corridor of the castle, gently brushing past Harry and blowing the parchment in his hand. It was the whisper of the wind, as if it had soul and life, and the wind was circling around him.

There is a mural hanging on the wall, in which lives a knight from the 14th or 15th century. He is riding a red horse, wearing tattered armor, holding the reins in one hand and a magic wand in the other, looking very strange.

The knight opened his brown eyes wide, his red hair fluttering as he looked at the parchment that suddenly appeared in the corridor. His helmet tilted to the side and his mouth moved, pulling at his thick red beard.

"Come quickly! There's a little wizard here who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night!" the knight shouted, with a smug look in his eyes and his mouth wide open, revealing his yellowed teeth. The horse below seemed to feel the master's happy mood, raised its front hooves, kicked upwards, and made a sound.

The noise here soon woke up the nearby portraits, and the corridor suddenly became lively.

Harry put the parchment into his pocket, gave up the idea of ​​calling the snake out, and hurried away from the area. Filch, who came over, looked at the noisy portraits in the corridor and shouted, "Quiet!"

No one paid any attention to him. The portraits were talking about each other. Some even jumped into the portrait of the man, touched his horse curiously, and asked him what had just happened.

A kind lady told Filch that it was the man riding a horse hanging on the right side of the corridor who started shouting first.

Filch walked up to the portrait, bent down slightly in a flattering manner, and asked carefully, "Excuse me, did you see the little wizard wandering at night just now?"

The man riding on a tall horse, with a look of contempt, turned around and rode his horse into the distance, into the endless mountains.

Filch lowered his head and clenched his fists. Mrs. Norris rubbed her little head against Filch's ankle. The gentle touch in the morning eased the anger in his heart.

He sighed helplessly, limped away holding his kitten, and the dark light in the distance drowned his figure. Without the parties involved, the discussion of the matter gradually weakened until it disappeared, and the corridor gradually became quiet.

Harry ran away and diligently used his own eyes to observe the operation of the magic in the castle. At first he couldn't look directly at them, but after absorbing some people's souls and entering Gryffindor's space, his eyes underwent miraculous changes.

Or perhaps it could be said that he had a deeper understanding of the nature of magic. He looked at the floating words and felt that they looked familiar. Where had he seen them before?

Harry passed through the barrels and continued down the hallway, where he saw a painting of a fruit bowl.

He gently tickled a pear in the painting, and the silly laughter filled the entire quiet space. Harry picked up the parchment map and looked around. He found the kitchen, which was only separated from him by a wall. There were very few names in it. Dobby was moving slowly, and the rest were unfamiliar.

Soon, the pear turned into a green doorknob. Harry pushed the door open and was immediately surrounded by a group of enthusiastic little wizards. "Excuse me, sir, what would you like to eat?" "The savior, the great savior is here." They became even more enthusiastic, and there were even faint sobbing sounds.

Despite what he had experienced, Harry was still a little uncomfortable with this. Soon Dobby squeezed from the back to the front and stood in front of Harry. He first called out "Honey" softly, then turned his back to him, turned around, and said to the group of elves, "This is Dobby's master."

Harry felt his cheeks flushed, and the feeling of shame quickly spread throughout his body. He said to Dobby, "I'm a little hungry. Can you give me a glass of orange juice and a small cake?"

"As for you, thank you for your enthusiasm." Harry stood in front of Dobby, and his tall figure blocked Dobby behind him, fearing that it would be overwhelmed by the group of elves.

When the elves heard this, they became a little disappointed and gradually dispersed.

Dobby opened his big eyes, looked at Harry who was standing in front of him, took out a towel he carried with him, and washed his nose vigorously. Tears flowed down unconsciously, and he ran away in a flash.