Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Ron has been in a one-sided cold war recently. The cause was the scene in the professor's classroom, but the deeper reason was that Ron felt that the gap between himself and Harry was too big.

In front of such a dazzling Harry, Ron always felt a little inferior when walking beside him. He had outstanding academic performance, excellent talent for spells, powerful ability to prepare potions, outstanding Quidditch genes, a handsome face, excellent physical functions, perfect body proportions, strong personal charm, and the title of a natural savior. He was like a walking halo.

Even someone as outstanding as Hermione would often describe Harry to him in a tone of admiration and worship. Coupled with his subtle thoughts about little Hermione, jealousy gnawed at his heart bit by bit like a poisonous snake.

Ron often thought that the Harry in the books he saw in the dormitory was obviously not so outstanding. Was he just like himself, with a different soul? He made dark guesses when he saw the professor's dependence on Harry in class.

With the constant guidance of Headmaster Dumbledore, Ron always felt that this was not the right thing to do, but it might be because he had traveled from a world without magic. Despite all the things he had experienced, he was still a little uncertain about the existence of magic, which led to him not feeling as comfortable as he could when using his magic.

He is bad in himself, and it becomes even more obvious when there is an excellent person next to him.

In fact, when he first came here, Ron always had a feeling of being pretentious, but his instinct to save his life and his desire to be the protagonist were always struggling.

Perhaps the Sorting Hat saw this in him, understood his heart, and sorted him into Gryffindor.

"Ron," a familiar voice called him, and Ron's heavy thoughts were interrupted. He saw Harry with a flattering face in front of him and sighed helplessly in his heart.

Some time ago, in the Forbidden Forest, he had thought about leaving Harry alone in danger, and felt heavy with guilt.

Coupled with his love for Harry, a two-dimensional character in his previous life, Ron also knew that he had been making a fuss during this period. Looking at Hermione's cautious demeanor, Ron walked forward and patted Harry on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's go have lunch together."

"This guy deserves to be beaten." Snape sat on the sofa, watching the scenes in Harry's eyes. How come he never knew that Veles had so many problems. He was obviously not outstanding, but he still complained about this and that.

Harry didn't have any good feelings towards Ron either. In the dark memories she carried, there was the cold war in the fourth grade, the verbal harm she had done to him, the time they were wandering, Ron's wild words, and after he became the captain of the Auror, what happened next?

Harry tapped his head with his delicate fingers. Why did I think of this?

Harry thought about it, sat down next to Snape, leaned his head on the sofa, closed his eyes, and entered another space.

A beautiful girl suddenly appeared on the emerald green lawn. Feeling the magical fluctuations, Gryffindor also appeared. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled her into the Hogwarts classroom.

"Let me see."

Gryffindor took out a long piece of white paper from his pocket, on which were densely written many words.

"Today you are supposed to take, um, social psychology and behavioral economics." Gryffindor held a magnifying glass and put his eyes close to the small note, "There is also a dance class, and a book called Capital written by Marx."

"Today you are learning all Muggle-related courses. Tomorrow you and Harry will switch. Today he is learning..."

Before Gryffindor could finish, Harry walked around the table and snatched the note from his hand. "Harry needs to learn the complete use of runes, the configuration of magical herbs, and an overview of Quidditch tactics."

Harry flipped through the books that suddenly appeared on the table, and opened the one with runes. The densely packed tadpole-like handwriting on it rushed into her eyes. She felt as if she had taken a sleeping drug, and her head immediately became dizzy.

"Forget it, forget it. You should let Harry continue studying. I won't have to deal with this kind of shit." Harry picked up the thick, dusty book and threw it on the table with disgust. She sat down with peace of mind and opened "Das Kapital", which was as thick as a brick.

Surplus value, labor productivity, socially necessary labor time, and all those incomprehensible formulas, uh uh uh.

Harry suddenly fell on the table, his head hitting the desk, his arms stretched limply on the table, "Why do we have to learn these?" Harry opened his emerald eyes wide, his thick eyelashes fluttering, staring pitifully at the standing Gryffindor.

"Can I not learn it? Or you can let Harry learn all of this."

Gryffindor ignored the girl's plea for mercy. When he heard the elegant footsteps, his expression brightened. He quickly walked to the front of the classroom and opened the door. An elegant lady was standing at the door with a kind expression and elegant temperament.

After seeing Gryffindor's actions, Harry realized that her teacher was about to arrive, so she sat upright, posing like a dignified lady.

He also smoothed the hair that had just fallen and tucked it behind his ears.

"Hello, teacher." Seeing the dignified lady walk up to the podium, the rose given by time made her look more beautiful.

Harley stood up, bowed, and greeted her sweetly.

"Well, good. Let's get to class now."

Harry resigned himself to his fate and threw himself into the intense and exciting learning activities.

Gryffindor consciously retreated to the door and closed it quietly.

At this time, a man in a suit with a refined temperament walked over, with the gift of years deposited on his body.

"When will my student arrive? It must be almost time for his class." The man spoke, with a convincing aura as soon as he opened his mouth.

Gryffindor nodded respectfully. He looked at the man in front of him who had made great achievements in the Muggle world. He was extremely impressed after seeing his deeds.

"I'll call Harry over right away. You go ahead. I'll definitely talk to him."

After hearing this promise, the man turned around with satisfaction and walked quickly to the classroom in front.

Gryffindor was a little anxious. This shouldn't have happened. Harry should have come in by now.

His figure suddenly disappeared and he arrived in a mysterious space. He gently tapped a character in front of him and said, "Harry, Harry, it's time for class. Find a place to sleep and come to class."

The Gryffindor heard no response.