Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Cedric looked at Snape's back as he walked away, then looked at the book in his hand, feeling a little embarrassed. If he went to call Harry now, he would definitely be late for class. Besides, how would he know where Harry was?

Their next class was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. Oh, right! Cedric suddenly had an idea.

"Master," Dobby suddenly appeared in the auditorium, attracting many people's attention. Ron also turned his head curiously.

Hearing this embarrassing name, Harry's toes were about to tear the floor tiles of the hall, and his cheeks turned slightly red. "Hurry up and tell me!" Harry moved closer to Dobby and whispered in his ear.

"Cedric from Hufflepuff suddenly came into the kitchen and found me. He asked me to tell you that Professor Snape wants you to go to his office." Dobby spoke in what he thought was a very low voice, but in fact all the young wizards around heard it. Harry felt a circle of sympathetic eyes cast on him.

Harry felt like he was done, and he was.

Snape found that as long as he had ill will towards Harry in his heart, his actions would be unconsciously stopped, but it would be particularly good if he could change his mind.

I want to lay a foundation for Harry's future path in potions, Snape thought so. So he planned to let Harry come to his office to process the materials all day, except for class, meals and sleep time.

Dissect the toad, wake up the snake in Harry's pocket, let him find a way to extract his venom, find a way to get the unicorn to give him a feather personally, find a way to get the centaur to deliver the most precious material of their tribe to Harry personally.

Harry looked at the bloody and sticky liquid on his gloves, then looked at the big bucket of mosaic stuff next to him, and vomited unconsciously. Bai You had already turned off the screen that was connected to the outside world. Harry lay on the sofa and fell asleep again, completely unaware of what kind of suffering his other self was going through.

Snape also disliked the taste. Before leaving, he wanted to struggle again, "Please allow me to tell Dumbledore about this." There was unquestionable determination in Snape's tone.

Harry quickened the speed of his movements, as if he didn't hear anything. With a "swish", he exerted a lot of force and broke the material in his hand. Fresh juice spurted out and splashed all over Harry's face.

Harry felt that the lenses of his glasses were dirty, but the cold air emanating from behind him made him dare not act rashly. Snape saw that Harry had no intention of paying attention to him, and realized that there was no room for negotiation on this matter. He slammed the door angrily and left, and assigned Harry some tasks before leaving.

Harry was handling the materials in his hands, his arms were too tired to move, his muscles were sore, and as long as he moved slightly, he would shed tears of rationality, and Harry's eyes were slightly red.

I didn't sleep the whole night last night. I fought a battle and was interrogated by Dumbledore. I just finished breakfast and came to Snape's place to deal with materials. I looked at the things piled up like a mountain next to me, which emitted a foul stench.

Remembering that he had to go to the Herbology classroom outside the castle to take a Herbology class, Harry's anger rose to the top of his head. He shook his head heavily, why did he have to be like this! ?

He had clearly been trying very hard to save Snape's life, and whether to sue or not was not entirely up to him. Everyone looked at him with suspicion, did not trust him, and wanted to test him!

Harry suddenly felt so exhausted. He didn't know why he was working so hard. Was anyone appreciating what he did? Or was he just moving himself in vain?

Dark emotions suddenly surrounded Harry, making him unable to look at the sunlight outside.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, Bai You jumped up happily. This was a pleasant surprise! As long as Harry continued to think like this, one day he would stand on the same front with him, and then he would be able to help himself.

Harry sat down heavily on the ground, leaning his shoulder against the short plate of iron that was used to handle the platform, but the surrounding materials were accidentally knocked over by him, scattered everywhere and fell to the ground.

Here, Harry is undergoing practical training with Gryffindor, and is getting familiar with the various weapons invented by Muggles, advanced or not. As long as Gryffindor has heard of or seen them, he will try to find a way to make them.

Harley was wearing a tight camouflage uniform, with a few thick strokes of oil paint on her face symbolically, and a military green hat. She was lying on the lawn, and the vibrant and green grass lifted Harley up.

There were one or two sandbags in front of Harley, with a sniper rifle mounted on top, exuding a cold texture.

As she was about to shoot, she suddenly felt a shock in her heart, and a bone-chilling chill slowly emanated from the bottom of her heart.

She immediately got up, her shoes were covered in mud, and there were a few weeds hanging on her army green camouflage uniform. She ran into the castle, trying to find Gryffindor.

She was so anxious that she didn't care about adjusting her manners. She was him. They had the same perceptions, the same life experiences, the same world structure, and the same understanding of the same problem.

Something bad must have happened to make Harry so tired.

Gryffindor also sensed the change in Harry's mentality, and ran out in a hurry, bumping into Harry face to face.

"Ouch!" Harry was knocked to the ground by Gryffindor's strong body. His tailbone hit the hard stone slab. Harry frowned, it was so painful.

Gryffindor quickly helped Harry up. "Excuse me, could you please take a look at what happened to Harry? Now? It's not convenient for me to go out."

Gryffindor tried to talk to Harry directly, but he seemed to be closing himself off.

Bai You also came to this conclusion. He suddenly could not monitor Harry's movements, and his daily mental activities disappeared from his sight, but this way of disappearance really made him very happy.

Bai You waved his hand, and a green beam of light shot out from his palm, rushing out of this mysterious space, trying to bring Harry over, but it was bounced back by the thick black fog around Harry's own consciousness. Bai You suffered some minor injuries, but laughed.

In their world, the will of individual creatures is the first-order weapon, a powerful ability that is unimaginable to people in this world.

When he first arrived in this world, he noticed the unexpected tenacity and strength of Harry's spirit, or in other words, at a certain point in time when he arrived, Harry was the center of this world.

When Harry shifted away from the center of the world, he casually tested Harry and got the answer he wanted. This is a good parasite, but I just hope its will can be used by me.

Lying on the sofa, Harley opened her sleepy eyes, pretended that she had just woken up, and then performed a series of performances.