Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Quirrell looked at Harry sitting in his seat, his finger resting on a page of information, motionless.

Quirrell stood on tiptoe, trying to see what was on the inside pages, which made his master think for a long time.

His action woke up Harry who was deep in thought. Harry glanced at him lightly, and Quirrell immediately stopped moving.

"You continue to investigate this matter and see if you can control the members of the Muggle Airlines and ask them to find out this person's itinerary." Harry ordered.

Then, as if remembering something, he stood up, walked to the door, bowed slightly, and watched Harry leave.

"By the way," Harry turned around, "I have applied for exemption from all courses this semester. Please give me some questions sometime."

Quirrell bowed even deeper, with a respectful look on his face and a slight smile on his lips, and buried his head deeply.

In the next few days, Harry would tell the professor about his request after each class.

In the Transfiguration class, when most people had left, Harry walked up to the podium against the flow of people and said, "Professor, I would like to apply for exemption from the Transfiguration class this semester."

Ron and Hermione walked to the back of the crowd. When they passed the classroom door, Ron asked Hermione next to him, "Do we really not have to wait for Harry?"

Hermione spread her hands indifferently. "If you want to wait, you can, but you have to remember that our next class is with Professor Snape."

When Ron heard the name, a trace of fear and hesitation appeared on his face.

"Forget it. I believe in my good friend. He will handle everything." Ron pulled the strap of his schoolbag and caught up with the girl who had already walked several steps.

Professor McGonagall obviously knew about this. She recalled some of the comments in the school and Harry's performance in class. It was excellent, but could he be too impatient? Professor Cat Cat expressed deep doubts.

Looking at Harry's calm eyes and thinking of his past deeds, this was obviously not something a first-year wizard could accomplish.

Professor McGonagall hesitated.

Harry saw the professor's hesitation, and in order to finalize it as soon as possible, he opened his eyes and gently waved the wand in his hand. In silence, the podium that the professor was leaning against turned into a peacock with white feathers.

The support of one of Professor McGonagall's arms suddenly disappeared. She tilted her body and looked in surprise at the animal that suddenly appeared in the classroom.

The peacock raised its head proudly, shook the feathers on its tail, and then stood there motionless, with a dull and lifeless look in its small eyes.

Although Harry's Transfiguration was far from what Professor McGonagall had shown them in the first class, being able to possess the habits, form and soul of an object, and being able to turn dead objects into living things with some animal movements by a first-year wizard was already amazing.

Harry thought about the content of the first-year Transfiguration exam in his previous life, which seemed to be about turning matches into silver needles. He looked at the peacock standing there, and then at Professor McGonagall who was silent, wondering if he had overdone it.

Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up and she stared at the little boy who was much shorter than her. She looked at the fluffy, soft black hair and the two cute rings on his head, and for a moment it was like she had seen a treasure.

"Your practical part of the final exam is now finished, and you did very well." Professor McGonagall's tone was full of admiration and praise.

"As for your theoretical part, it will be scheduled for next weekend. During this period, I will give out a test paper. You must prepare well. Sometimes practice and theory are two different parts." Professor McGonagall reminded kindly.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry smiled happily. He seemed to see his leisurely study life, without having to run back and forth between classrooms and corridors, nor worry about when he would be late, and without having to do homework. Thinking of the several feet long paper that Professor McGonagall had assigned after class, he grinned in embarrassment.

"That paper..." Harry said these words in a negotiating tone. Although he had many responsibilities, was extremely capable, and mentally mature, homework was something that no one would like no matter what age. This reflected the teacher's extreme distrust of his own teaching ability.

"Oh, Harry, you still have to do your homework before you graduate." Professor McGonagall flatly rejected Harry's request, but it was the first time she saw Harry show the childishness and distress that was consistent with a child, and a faint smile appeared on his serious face.

"Excuse me for reminding Mr. Potter," Harry looked at the expression on Professor McGonagall's face, "it seems that this great savior has forgotten the lessons of his poor old professor." A sarcastic voice sounded in his mind, and Harry shuddered.

After thanking Professor McGonagall, he turned around and hurried towards the Potions classroom.

Even though that "Snape" didn't have the courage to do anything to embarrass him, the one in his mind was always watching him, and would make some "touching" remarks from time to time to remind Harry of his current situation.

Besides, in Dumbledore's eyes, there was no sign of reconciliation between Harry and Snape. Snape would still be punished and ridiculed, but to a lesser degree.

No one knew where "Snape" came from. Although Harry obeyed his orders now, the loyalty without roots made him feel uneasy.

Ron and Hermione huddled cautiously in the back rows. They looked at the Slaterins in the other side of the classroom who were looking a little smug and proud, and then looked at Draco who had come over to sit down. They felt a headache for a moment.

"Why hasn't Harry come yet?" Ron poked Hermione. "He's always late these days. He's been sleeping a lot longer."

Ron thought of his roommate, who seemed to have been drained of all his energy every morning when he was woken up, and who slept soundly during his nap, but Harry's performance in class was still unstoppable.

Hermione was immersed in the book. She was flipping through the knowledge she had learned before and muttering to herself.

She originally wanted to sit in the front rows, but Ron didn't want to, and kept pulling her to the back. Hermione remembered the professor's sarcasm during class and the indiscriminate attacks no matter where she sat, so she finally chose to compromise.

She slammed the textbook in her hand shut, looking angry as if she remembered something irritating.

She pulled Ron's ear down, avoided Draco who was very close to them, and whispered, "I really think Professor Snape is so unfair."

Draco watched the two men's actions, and then looked at the old professor standing behind them, his black wizard robe draped over him, fluttering in the wind. Draco pursed his lips, and when he was about to say something, he saw the professor's face as black as ink, and in the end he could only pray for them in his heart.