Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Name: Harry Potter

Age: 9 years old

Physical fitness: 30 (out of 100, your body is not as healthy as a Muggle)

Appearance: 76 (out of 100, your face is the only thing that is acceptable)

Soul Strength: 75 (out of 100, hard to rate, after two lives, this is rare)

Intelligence level: 50 (out of 100, not even passing, I really don’t know how you became the savior)

Magic power reserve: 20 (full score? Understandable, after all, he is still a young wizard, not bad among his peers)

Plant affinity: 5 (out of 100, trust me, you have no talent for this)

Alchemy talent: 70 (full score is 100, you can light up this talent skill)

Potions Ability: 65 (full score 100, slightly inherited from your mother)

Combat skills: 70 (full score is 100, not bad, after all, he was an Auror in his previous life)

The art of language: 3 (out of 100, if you can keep silent, then don’t speak)

Flying ability: 80 (out of 100, OK, barely enough to play in the professional league)

Harry looked at the panel and felt a little embarrassed. Why was the speaking style so similar to Snape?

Harry ran while looking, and with a bang, he bumped into someone. His flying hair fell on his forehead, covering the scar. "Oh, sorry."

Harry looked up and saw that he looked very familiar. "Do you have a brother?" Harry looked at the younger senior and asked rashly.

The boy smiled good-naturedly, "No, I'm an only child." "What's your name?" "My name is Cedric." Harry was shocked, he even began to suspect that everything just now was an illusion.

"Let's go, Professor McGonagall is waiting for you," the person next to him began to call Cedric.

"Bye, kid." Harry listened blankly as the other Cedric said goodbye.

"Let's go, let's go," Malfoy said anxiously in his mind, accusing Harry of slacking off.

Harry seemed to have just woken up from a dream and started running again. His small body nimbly dodged the students around him who wanted to find out what was going on.

He asked Malfoy in his mind, "What about the money?" Harry felt embarrassed and scratched his head. "When you leave Hogwarts and go to Hogsmeade, I know you have a way." Malfoy rolled his eyes. If it wasn't for his own life, he wouldn't have to expose the secret of the Malfoy family.

Dumbledore was in the office, eating taffy, and asked Fawkes to follow Harry. Fawkes was a little reluctant, as he still needed to rest. He chirped, and suddenly flames appeared on his body, surrounding himself.

Then it disappeared, leaving only some ashes underneath.

Dumbledore was a little helpless, okay, each one has a worse temper than the other.

At this moment, a golden-haired, imposing man suddenly appeared on a photo frame standing on the table. He looked greedily at Dumbledore in front of the table.

Dumbledore felt a little embarrassed being stared at, and he immediately put the photo frame on the table.

When Harry stood beside the fireplace in the Elegant Wizard Clothing Store with British pounds in his hand, he was still a little dazed. As far as he knew, this was a large wizard clothing store with branches in London and Paris. Was it also owned by Malfoy? How could there be British pounds in a wizard's store?

He looked at the traceless stretch bag in his hand and fell into deep thought. Malfoy was very proud in his mind, "This is a secret way of communication inherent to pure-blood families. It should not be used unless it is an emergency. If it wasn't for my life span being absorbed, I wouldn't have sued you," he emphasized again.

As soon as Harry took the money, Lucius, who was far away in the manor, knew about it. "What, you said the base in Hogsmeade has been activated?" Lucius heard the report from his subordinates and fell into deep thought.

This method was known only to the head of the family, and it was not used even when the Dark Lord was present. He just thought of Snape's sudden visit and felt that something was not simple.

"Who activated the secret contact point? And what did they do?" "The person who came was a child, probably Harry Potter, and he came to get some pounds." The man's voice became smaller and uncertain.

Lucius was a little confused by this inexplicable operation.

"Harry Potter, are you crazy or am I crazy? Wasn't he clearly arranged in the Muggle world by that old bee? Apart from a few people close to him, who else could know about it?" The man lowered his head and did not dare to answer.

Lucius stroked the ring on his hand and fell into deep thought.

When Harry sat on the hospital bed again, he carefully felt the changes in his body and fell into ecstasy. He felt his mind was extremely clear. Some points that he had not noticed before were now as conspicuous as an oil lamp in the dark.

He could even successfully complete the brewing of a lucky potion under Snape's gaze and the spray of venom. Harry felt a little swell.

He patiently analyzed his current situation. There was something strange in his mind, and he needed to be alert at all times, figure out the condition of his soul, and save some lives even though he had lost his memory.

But the problem is that he doesn't even know who died. Fortunately, there is always a way out.

Harry noticed that some of the people he met had special reactions in their hearts, which might be the people who had passed away. But even Dumbledore was gone, and Harry really couldn't think of anyone who could have caused him to die.

Harry was troubled by the sudden and overwhelming problems, so he decided to go to sleep. Maybe it would be another beautiful day when he woke up.

"Ding, the host's mission one has not been completed, continue to absorb one third of Malfoy's life span." This voice was like a bolt from the blue, piercing the two lazy people and disrupting their plans.

The two men analyzed that this should be a long-term task. After all, there was no time limit. Besides, Dumbledore's trust was not something that a ten-year-old boy and a mentally handicapped head of the family could easily gain. Unexpectedly, the task was completed without following the basic law at all.

Without any special opportunity, it is hard to imagine how this doubt can be dispelled.

Malfoy in his mind was a little terrified, because he could clearly feel his vitality slowly draining away and his weak body. Looking at Harry outside who was still in a daze in his sleep, he could not help but speak with a faint cry in his voice, "Potter, no, Harry, please save me too, as I once wanted to save you."

The proud Master Malfoy lowered his noble head for the first time, and he once again returned to the state of being in constant fear as a Death Eater under Voldemort.

Harry was awakened by this nightmarish news. He felt uncomfortable. This was not his intention. Malfoy was not guilty of such a crime, let alone being implicated by him.

The weak face was reflected in Harry's pupils. Looking at the lifeless face and the bloodless lips, as fragile as a freshly blown colorful bubble, colorful clouds are easily dispersed and glass is broken, his heart ached slightly.

Harry made up his mind and walked towards the headmaster's office again.