Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Draco, are you confident?" Pansy looked at the crowded crowd on the podium, and at Draco sitting calmly in his seat, and was curious about how confident he was.

"Well, there are some," Draco said modestly, but his tone was full of pride, with his chin slightly raised, like a white peacock spreading its tail.

Pansy got the answer from his face, and an impulse arose in her heart.

"Everyone, be quiet and go back to your seats." Professor McGonagall felt a headache as she looked at the noisy little wizards below. In the next period of time, he would have to explain the rules in detail to each class, and the person who brought up this matter might be drinking coffee leisurely with some headmaster right now.

The young wizards kept their mouths shut due to the long-established authority of Professor McGonagall. Most of those gathered there were Slytherin students, with one or two Hufflepuff wizards occasionally standing on the periphery, listening once or twice, and then sitting back in their seats.

Draco glanced at the indifferent Hufflepuff and sighed helplessly. It was like this in his previous life, and it was almost the same in this life.

"I believe you have learned about this exam from various channels. Many young wizards want to give it a try, but I still need to make the rules clear. Here, everyone has one chance to take the exam. It's not an exam, but a qualification to take the exam."

Professor McGonagall looked serious and glanced at the little wizard who was sitting down.

"The first grade is divided into theoretical and practical exams. The format and scope of the exams are similar to the final exams. You must master the ability to turn matches into silver needles, and..."

Draco's thoughts flew away. As far as he knew, these were just small cases for him and Harry. After learning that Harry had passed several courses, he had already planned to finish his studies early this year.

However, his progress was a little slower than Harry's. He looked at Professor McGonagall above him, his eyes showing a determination to win.

Inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Quirrell was sitting at his seat. He had just seen off a large group of students who had poured in. Looking at the piles of homework under his hands, as well as the tasks assigned to him by his master, he felt a bit overwhelmed.

Now there was a moment of silence, and he began to think about this sudden action. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

It seems that there is a similar stratification in the Muggle world. Those Muggle elementary school students will start an exam in advance and then enter a long period of study. During this period, they do not have to take exams like ordinary students. They are talents specially trained for national construction.

Hiss~ National construction, what good is there to build in this broken wizarding world? According to his observation and understanding, during this period of teaching, the entire teaching atmosphere of Hogwarts was very relaxed, and a happy education was pursued, which was very different from the atmosphere when he was in school. This was all due to Dumbledore's tolerance of the young wizards.

But Quirrell disagrees. In other words, in the British wizarding world, only parents who are particularly confident in their children and believe that they have strong self-control and planning will send them to Hogwarts. Although Hogwarts has the most powerful teaching resources in the British wizarding world, the educational principles pursued by the new headmaster after taking office make the students who grow up here very happy, but the probability of becoming a powerful wizard is very small.

So, are we getting nervous now? Quirrell seemed to understand Dumbledore's purpose, and thinking back to his trips to various schools, he became more certain of his thoughts, not knowing that he had just missed the truth. It was that thought at that moment that was his real purpose.

And Voldemort, yeah, really.

Quirrell was confused by this man's whereabouts and he always felt like he was being fooled.

The person Quirrell was looking for had been in Hogwarts for a long time. No one knew what he had secretly done in there, and no one noticed his arrival.

If Voldemort wanted to sneak into a place quietly and hide there quietly, not many people would find him, unless Dumbledore was only a finger away from him. But as long as Voldemort paid a little attention, it would not be impossible.

Time flies. With the promulgation of this measure, some qualified young wizards began to prepare for the exam intensively, but this did not affect the fifth-grade students' need to take the "Ordinary Wizard Level" exam; and the seventh-grade graduates must pass the "Ultimate Wizard Level" exam.

Harry continued his orderly study career. He played Quidditch when he had time and attended classes in the offices of various classrooms at night. With Professor Dumbledore's approval, he prepared for the exams on his own and did not have to go to class.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, he still stayed in the dormitory and slept soundly every day, Harry sighed when he heard countless voices of dissuasion coming to his ears. It was his own fault that he had no way to explain the situation clearly.

He immediately moved the class location to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor. He looked at this place he had not been to for a long time and missed it a little.

The mural of the giant hanging in the corridor, the giant's eyes glanced down, as if asking you why you didn't come? The giant stick in his hand moved slightly, and finally fell to the floor above the mural with a click.

Harry rubbed his nose and muttered to himself, I need a quiet place, I need a quiet place. Suddenly, a door appeared on the wall. His heart shook with the appearance of the door. The same was true for Bai You. He always felt that this place looked familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Harry pushed the door open and walked in. He paused and glanced back. The corridor on the eighth floor was quiet. It was class time and most of the young wizards were in class. He observed the Marauder's Map and saw that Peeves was still making trouble in the kitchen, and other ghosts were scattered around the castle.

Then why did he always feel like someone was watching him from behind?

Harry stood at the door again, staring around silently, trying to find a flaw in the silence. "What are you doing? It's time for class." Gryffindor reminded.

Harry gave up the idea and walked away, closing the door behind him.

After he closed the door and it disappeared, a man walked out from a blind spot in the corridor. He was wearing a leather jacket, brown Martin boots, and tight jeans. He was full of the heroism of the Great Western Desert, but his eyes revealed a look that did not match his temperament, full of curiosity and gloom.