Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry looked at the man tied to the stool. His face was extremely unfamiliar, but the soul inside exuded a disgusting aura.

"Do you have a way to trap him?" Harry asked. "I have a way."

"I have a way." Two voices suddenly popped up in Harry's mind, Bai You was complacent and Gryffindor was calm and determined.

Uh--

Harry sighed helplessly. Ever since he came into this world, he had never felt lonely again. It was really nice to have such a noisy head every day.

Not only does he have multiple people in his mind, he can also talk to them at any time. There are also many pets around him to entertain him every day.

He thought of the two little snakes nestled in his bed. Every time he went to bed, he felt cold and had to worry about whether his roommates would discover them. Fortunately, he was smart enough.

Harry looked down at the exposed part of his arm again and for the first time felt that he had too much.

"Go ahead." Harry held his breath and concentrated, trying to distinguish the unique intonation of each individual voice from the duet, but in this situation he usually dealt with Bai You first.

"Find a way to trap him for some more time. After waiting for half a year, when the new year begins, you can absorb this person's soul into your brain again." Bai You turned the view and showed Harry the subtitles that appeared on the glass wall.

The task of exploring the trajectory of Hogwarts' magic has turned gray. There is also a task of seizing Hogwarts' authority below it, which is still emitting a faint light. The progress bar shows that it is less than half completed.

Uh, what's the difference between saying it and not saying it? Doesn't he know it yet? Harry ignored it. This was a bit too unreliable. What he wanted was a solution to this difficult problem in a very short time.

Seeing that Harry didn't say anything, Bai You shut his mouth in frustration. Instead, Gryffindor's advice seemed to be very useful.

"I have a way, but it may take some preparation." Gryffindor waited for a while before speaking. Seeing Harry's performance just now, the person in another space seemed to have spoken as well, and he didn't want to overlap.

"I can bring this person's consciousness to the space we are in, and I have the ability to trap him in this space." Gryffindor said.

Harry was a little surprised. Is that okay?

"What is okay?" Bai You wondered, what was Harry talking about?

Harry was startled and his heart began to beat violently, as if his whole heart was about to jump out of his atrium. His left atrium was filled with fear, and his right ventricle was filled with guilt. The blood vessels responsible for transporting blood began to fluctuate with the rhythm. Harry felt unwell. Really, he had started to become careless.

Harry sensed something was wrong. She held her own heart which also began to beat violently, and complained that Harry was still so unstable.

Harley began to cry out in pain, covering her heart with her hands. Bai You was attracted by Harley's cry. He looked over worriedly, feeling a little guilty. Was this the aftereffect of his last attack on Harley?

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Tie him up for two more days, and my preparations will be complete," Gryffindor instructed, and then the voice disappeared.

Harry looked at this casual man with some embarrassment.

It's impossible for him to do nothing for the next two days and just watch Voldemort here.

In the next two days, he will have to take several final exams. These exams will be completed in public and will be tested by many young wizards. They will not only train the psychological quality and adaptability of the candidates, but also reflect their true level in facing crises.

Harry knew that he might have played a part in the reason for this event, so he couldn't just give up.

Harry was thinking hard and kept silent.

Voldemort was also trying hard to suppress his impulse. He could feel that the crown hidden deep in the pile of junk was stirring, and he was communicating with another him.

"Don't come over for now. What are you coming for?"

"What qualifications do you have to order me around? Those who have failed should reflect on themselves instead of pointing fingers here."

The crown glowed slightly yellow, and stood out among the gray objects. As long as Harry took a closer look, he could see the unique thing emitting a halo.

"Isn't this person the other living Horcrux you found? I smell the scent of our kind on him." Crown was a little dissatisfied.

"Why is my future self so timid? I strive to be great, and everyone should crawl at my feet."

"Go back quickly!"

The crown did not listen.

According to his own consciousness, he wanted to get close to the living Horcrux, then merge into his body and control the man's original consciousness.

Voldemort, who was tied to a stool and resting, was thinking carefully about the plan. He opened one of his closed eyes and glanced at Harry who was thinking hard.

I think it's still feasible.

"Okay, let's work together later and try to see if we can summon out the two Horcruxes in Harry's body." The two Voldemorts communicated with each other through consciousness.

Harry took out an envelope he carried with him and wanted to summon the man out.

But no matter how hard he tried, the fragile envelope wrinkled under his huge force. Harry sighed and felt upset about his own naivety. How could he believe the words of a random person?

He tried several times during this period, and his suspicion of that man continued to deepen.

Forget it, I'd better trouble Dumbledore.

Harry felt that at this moment, the safest way was to let Dumbledore keep a close eye on Voldemort.

But where can he find him now? Draco doesn't need to think about it, he should still be preparing for the exam? Dobby's level is too low, he probably doesn't know about this. Professor Snape must know, but he doesn't want to expose this ability to talk in his mind.

Forget it, Harry sighed, let's put the overall situation first. He praised himself for his sense of justice and sacrificed his own interests for the benefit of everyone.

"Professor, professor." Snape was teaching a potion class to senior students. In front of him was a silver dry pot with golden liquid flowing slightly inside. The preparation of the medicine had reached the most critical part and any small mistake might lead to all the previous efforts being wasted.

The wizards below listened attentively. They all had talent in potions, so they were able to enter Professor Snape's potions improvement class. Every word the professor said here would be invaluable guidance if put outside.

When it came to the most critical moment, everyone held their breath and looked expectant.

"Professor!" Harry called out loudly from a distance.

Snape's hand holding the herbs trembled slightly, and a piece of grass fell into the dry pot. The golden liquid immediately turned into a dark brown solid, emitting an extremely high temperature and an unpleasant odor. Finally, it evaporated into a brown-green mist that filled the air above the entire classroom. Everyone in the classroom couldn't help but vomit.

"No——" Snape showed a distressed look.