Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry recalled what "Snape" had said to him. Recently, Pansy from Slaterin kept getting close to him and often said some inexplicable things to him. Later, combined with what Draco told him, he realized that Pansy's memory had not been cleared that day.

He was a little unsure about this person. He had not practiced the memory-modifying spell very well. Plus, this little girl was very resistant to people getting close to her, and he couldn't vomit. He let her disappear inexplicably, and Dumbledore was still watching.

He was a little unsure, so he told this to Harry, and Harry got double confirmation from Draco. Now he could only be thankful that Pansy didn't trust anyone in the school because of what happened that day, so she didn't tell anyone.

It seemed that he had to find a way to solve this problem. Harry held the book, patted Draco on the shoulder, and motioned Draco to follow him.

Some little witches in the corridor saw the interaction between the two people, whispering to each other, but when they saw the two people approaching, they quickly fell silent.

"What are they doing?" Draco was a little confused, and Harry didn't understand either.

Not far from the two men, Hermione and Ron, who were walking together, looked at Harry who had hurriedly left them behind with helpless expressions. They found that the two men had been getting closer recently, or rather, they had a very close relationship.

Harry felt a shaking sensation in his clothes, and soon he felt two small snakes entwining his arms, as if they had something to tell him.

"Just do as I say. Ask Pansy out and tell her you want to go with her at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, around 12 o'clock in the evening." Harry turned his head and whispered in Draco's ear.

Draco felt his ears burning red and he unconsciously took a few steps away. Although he was a little confused as to why Harry wanted to meet him in such a quiet and secluded place late at night, he still did as he was told.

After Harry separated from Draco and walked to the Quidditch field, Wood greeted him and said, "Go change your clothes." "Yeah," Harry nodded. It was time for training again. Thinking of the hard training during this period, Harry felt like he had been training for 800 years before he even started training.

Sometimes passion may not last long, fatigue will wear it away little by little, and in the end it is responsibility that makes him persist. Maybe it is because of his age, Harry laughed at himself in his heart, and he is a little less motivated.

Harry walked into the locker room, which was quiet and empty. He took off the outermost black wizard robe, revealing the lining, and two small snakes crawled out of the robe.

"Master, master, we have contacted the basilisk." This is Qinggang. "Yes, the basilisk said it wants to see you at 12 o'clock tonight." This is Ziluan.

"Where is it?" Harry took off his inner lining, revealing his strong muscles. He took off his glasses and placed them on a stool beside him. Qing Gang jumped out of his wizard robe and wrapped around the legs of Harry's glasses. "At the edge of the Forbidden Forest."

"Oh, I see." Harry put on his sportswear and glasses, and stuffed his clothes into the closet. Hearing the noise outside, Qinggang painted himself into the pattern on the legs of Harry's glasses, and Ziluan was attached to Harry's sportswear.

"Come on! Let's start training." Fred walked in and reminded Harry not to forget the time, and handed Harry a broom.

Ever since that incident, the twins have taken very good care of Harry. Even Ron is often jealous and can't tell who is whose brother.

Harry rushed to the sky, wandering above the cloudless sky. With sharp and accurate eyes, he spotted the flying Golden Snitch and quickly caught it in his hand. Wood shouted from below, "Well done, Harry! This time we gave Slytherin a little shock."

The height distance turned Wood's voice into an inaudible whisper, and only Slytherin could hear it. Harry thought it was related to Quidditch again.

George approached on his broomstick, "Great, Harry! This time the Quidditch victory will definitely belong to us Gryffindor." With an excited look on his face, he patted Harry's shoulder heavily, and lowered Harry and the broomstick a few more points.

George looked embarrassed. He glanced casually and saw a small snake pattern on Harry's sportswear, but he still couldn't help but speak.

"That," George pointed at the little snake. As a member of Gryffindor, the most common embroidery on his clothes was a lion. He looked down at the roaring red lion on his clothes, and then at the purple snake on Harry's robe. Hmm? Why is it gone again? Am I dazzled?

Harry looked at George strangely, then looked in the direction he pointed. He looked down and saw the red team uniform with the Gryffindor logo embroidered on it. There was nothing special about it.

Uh, George was silent.

Harry looked at the dynamic red lion on George's clothes and thought that George also wanted him to make a similar pattern on his clothes. He said, "I'll go find Hermione for help."

George scratched his head. Did this achieve his goal?

In Harry's sea of ​​consciousness, half of which was in the sea of ​​consciousness, Bai You was sitting on the sofa. There was a table in front of him with several stacks of white paper on the table. He was writing something furiously.

On the glass wall, 70% of the exploration of the castle has been completed, 1/3 of the authority has been completed, and the countdown of time is slowly flowing.

Inside the glass wall, Harry was talking to Snape. Looking at the familiar girl in front of him, Snape didn't want to leave this space. His eyes were gentle and he responded to the girl's chattering.

In the other half of Gryffindor's sea of ​​consciousness, dozens of souls were floating in front of Gryffindor's eyes. Some seemed to be knowledgeable, some seemed to be decisive in killing, some had smiles on their faces, and some were even floating in the air holding needles and thread for embroidery.

They were lined up in an orderly manner on the lawn, and Gryffindor circled around them again and again, as if talking to them or giving them instructions.

"Teach these two students well, and arrange more books for them."

A leader emerged from the souls. He had a gentle temperament, a plump figure, and shiny black hair. He walked out slowly. The lady walked in front of Gryffindor, lowered her head, half-knelt, and curtsied, "Yes, sir."

Gryffindor helped the ghost up with a gentle expression, "I believe in you, and it's time to introduce you to the owner of this space." The two people overlapped their palms, and the ghost passed through the pair of broad hands, you in me and me in you.