Harry Potter and the Rebirth

A human steam engine? This Harry is really something.

Dumbledore saw his embarrassment and his eyes revealed a hint of pleasure. Such a shy and timid child should not be a big problem.

He didn't mean to embarrass him any further, so he took over the conversation in a sympathetic manner, "Kid, maybe you were just injured and a little scared, so it's normal for you to subconsciously seek help from adults. The ground is cold, kid, hurry up and sit on the bed."

Snape heard these words at the entrance of the school hospital room. He wondered if Dumbledore had been replaced by someone else, or if he had eaten too much sugar and his brain was damaged. Why did those sweet words not sound like they came from the mouth of the greatest wizard of the time? He leaned against the wall at the entrance of the school hospital, not wanting to go in.

Harry came down the ladder, he quickly returned to the bed, pulled the quilt over his legs and leaned back in the chair.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Harry forced himself not to think about anything, trying to make himself look like a nine-year-old child, bewildered and innocent.

"Child, I am the headmaster of this school. You can call me Mr. Dumbledore directly." "Ah, school? Why do I remember I was still at home?" Harry asked knowingly, and used his lifelong acting skills in this scene that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

"Child, it seems you need to know something in advance," Dumbledore said kindly with a wink.

But Harry clearly sensed a certain wariness and alertness in his eyes, which even Dumbledore himself was not aware of.

This discovery made him feel a little cold, as if the warm scene just now only existed in his fantasy.

Headmaster Dumbledore might be kind enough to help him out, or he might soften his heart because of some actions, but he had experienced two generations of dark wizards, became the President of the International Confederation of Wizards, was recognized as the strongest wizard, supported Fudge to come to power, dealt with pure-blood families, was feared by Voldemort, and was afraid to act rashly. How could he trust someone easily? Trust was the most luxurious thing for him.

Dumbledore would never let down his guard and suspicion easily, even if he was the savior, let alone now when there were so many loopholes.

Harry comforted himself in his heart.

The flaw will not disappear if ignored, but will become bigger and bigger as time goes by. He never thought that the first meeting with his most beloved principal would be like this.

In less than a moment, the Veles twins spread the news of Harry Potter's arrival at Hogwarts throughout the school, causing a great sensation.

Percy had just returned from the library when he saw his two younger brothers instigating a group of people to go to the infirmary, saying that Harry was coming. Really, he felt his temples throbbing, okay, although he also wanted to see the legendary savior.

However, judging by the twins' record, this was probably just some interesting trick. They had said before that Merlin was coming.

Percy spotted Professor McGonagall in the distance, and he hurriedly pulled the Velas twins off the stool, and threatened in a low voice that if they shouted again, he would write to their mother.

The twins smiled bitterly, "You're just learning Ginny's tricks." "Go away, you snitch, George," the twins mocked loudly, took some food, and escaped from Percy's grasp like a loach.

Seeing this, the others dispersed. Was it another joke by the twins? No one dared to offend Madam Pomfrey.

In the school infirmary, after Dumbledore asked the information he wanted to know, he looked at the uneasy Harry in front of him, then glanced at Snape standing at the door, and considerately left first.

Madam Pomfrey gave Harry a potion and told him to rest.

"Ding, the host's mission failed, and one third of Malfoy's lifespan was absorbed." When Harry heard the news, his originally rosy cheeks began to turn pale again.

As a warm current flowed through his blood vessels, his pale face began to turn healthy again, and his facial features began to change slowly.

Harry's whole temperament was closer to Malfoy. The sunlight penetrated the window and shone on his face. Half of his face was hidden in the photocopy. His flying wild eyebrows were like a sword, which was sheathed at the end, showing the owner's unstoppable momentum and careful planning.

Emerald eyes, vibrant green under the sun, green pools deep in the dark forest under the shadow, light and darkness, perfectly blended on the same person's face. Straight nose, rosy lips, pale skin that still has a sickly color.

Although he is just a child, he has a sacred and inviolable dignity and nobility, as if he was born to be a king.

Harry didn't realize this, he immediately closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into his mind. Looking at Malfoy's weak appearance, he felt extremely guilty and angrily wanted to break the transparent glass wall, but to no avail.

In just a short while, so many flaws were revealed. Malfoy in his mind was speechless. The life span that was sucked away made him extremely angry but helpless. It seemed that he had to train Potter. It was time to show some real skills.

Malfoy became much calmer at this moment, as if what was sucked away was not his lifespan but his pride and prejudice, adding a lot of convincing temperament.

"Potter, listen, I'm here to help you," Malfoy suppressed his emotions, wearing a black suit and black leather shoes, slowly walked towards the transparent glass and waved to Harry.

"What can I do?" Harry, wearing a white hospital gown and running barefoot to the glass wall, asked hurriedly. Malfoy came to the glass wall and motioned Harry to come closer...

Neither of them noticed that as they approached each other, a white circle of light faintly appeared on the ground, forming a contract.

With a flick of the butterfly of fate, the development of the magic world turned towards another unknown direction.

While Harry was unconscious, Dumbledore appeared in the infirmary again with a probing look.

Harry had just been given a magical reapparition potion, not Polyjuice Potion.

Metamorphmagus, no, the magic of love has not disappeared. So, what is this abnormality, is it related to the time converter, or is it a travel from another time and space?

At this time, Snape followed in. He looked at Harry lying on the bed with a dark and complex expression. He stared at Harry lying on the bed, trying to find traces of his old friend on his face.

Snape looked for a long time, but all he saw was that annoying Potter. He turned his head away, not wanting to make things more difficult for himself.

Dumbledore smiled at Snape. He hadn't seen such a lively expression on his face for a long time. Snape whispered that the Malfoy family didn't know about this. Dumbledore nodded without saying anything more.

Everything will slowly reveal itself over a long period of time, so he decided to let Harry stay in Hogwarts and teach him personally.

Something had changed in the Savior that he wasn't aware of, and he needed to get along slowly to assess whether this experience would have an impact on his plans.

As for the blood magic, he would let Harry live there for a while every year.