Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Ravenclaw transformed into a stream of blue-green water, slowly flowing into Harry's brow. The hostility in the two people was receding bit by bit, and their whole bodies felt as if they were wrapped in the warm water, warm and fragrant, which gradually washed away the fatigue in their hearts over the years.

Harry collapsed to the ground, bringing down Harry next to him with him. Gryffindor looked at them, then smiled and led the two of them to the grass on the shore. The huge golden pattern above the lake turned into a spot of light, floating up into the air.

Only Voldemort, who was imprisoned in the castle, had no idea what was happening outside. He broke free from his restraints and hesitated between leaving a good impression on that big shot and finding out the secrets here. He always felt that Harry was in cahoots with that man. In that case, was there any use in his behavior?

Voldemort weighed it carefully and looked at the space around him. This was a kind of magic that only existed in legends. He walked curiously in this familiar yet strange place and heard a sound coming from afar.

"We will have one more teacher on our team."

"Really? Who told you that?"

"Just look outside and you'll know. That big commotion just now only happens when we welcome new friends."

"That's true, but what kind of person is it this time?"

"So, it was Ms. Ravenclaw who sped up the process?" After resting, Harry lay on the lawn and asked Gryffindor.

"Yes, this time Voldemort entered the Room of Requirement, and after a while, I felt a familiar breath, which was getting closer and closer, and finally I heard Rowena's voice."

Gryffindor explained.

"Ah~," Harry nodded and asked in a panic, "We made such a big noise outside, Bai You won't find out, right?"

"Don't worry, I've lived for so long, how could I make a mistake in such a big matter?" Gryffindor explained confidently.

"I advise you to get out of here quickly. I remember you have exams these days. I also advise you to think about how to explain to others what happened here."

Gryffindor said as he ran, "When I went out, there was a lot of noise. I believe most people in the castle felt it." Then he slipped into the castle gate and kicked Harry out of the space.

He left a message for Harry, "Remember to find the crown—"

Gryffindor entered the castle and saw that the stool that Voldemort was tied up on had been broken into pieces, with tiny wood chips scattered around it.

He raised his eyebrows and grinned, showing his white teeth, as if he was very happy. "What a naughty guy! This is the first time you don't give me face like this."

After hearing the conversation of the group of people, Voldemort straightened his clothes, put on what he thought was the most endearing smile, and walked up to the group of people.

"Are you the new teacher?"

Voldemort took a quick look and found that there was no trace of magic fluctuation on the group of people. He immediately felt a little disdainful. Could they all be Muggles? Or were the powers of this group of people so strong that even his eyesight could not identify them?

Voldemort suppressed the doubts and contempt in his heart, walked to the front slowly, firmly and elegantly, and bowed slightly.

"Hi everyone, I'm new here."

Voldemort appeared in his mind. At his current appearance, he should be a standard British aristocratic gentleman with a tall and slender figure, handsome face, and gentle manners. It was a pity that he didn't have a hat. If a hat suddenly appeared in his hand, it would add to his temperament.

This is what Voldemort thought, and this space also satisfies him.

I saw the expression on his face began to change drastically, the exquisite suit was mixed with exquisite leather jacket, the rugged face was mixed with exquisite handsomeness, and as he paused slightly, a top hat suddenly appeared in his hand.

Voldemort looked at the hat in his hand with satisfaction, changed back to his normal standing posture, and looked at the group of people in front of him with a gentle expression.

It should leave a good impression on them.

He was secretly delighted in his heart. This group of people had extraordinary temperament and sharp eyes. Men, women, young and old, everyone had their own personality. Those who could appear here must be extraordinary people.

"That..." A soft voice suddenly came out from the crowd, with a hint of joy in the tone.

Voldemort looked closely and found that the muscles on their faces seemed to be twitching. What was going on?

"Dear madam, how can I help you?" Voldemort knew best how to win the hearts of girls.

"Can I laugh, please?"

"Laugh?" Although Voldemort was puzzled as to why he suddenly made this request, he instinctively agreed.

"Oh, of course, beautiful lady, laughing is everyone's right."

After hearing the person's permission, the group of people couldn't hold back any longer. First, the lady laughed heartily, then many people joined them, and then, even the most serious people couldn't hold back their laughter.

"What's wrong with you?" Voldemort was a little puzzled, but at the same time, his contempt and anger grew even stronger. They were so ungrateful. He was the Dark Lord, but he was so servile, and yet they treated him like this.

"See for yourself."

One of them seemed to be unable to bear it, so he casually drew a circle in the air. Then water vapor condensed from the surrounding space and turned into a rotating vortex. Finally, it calmed down and formed a smooth mirror.

Voldemort looked at his image in the mirror. At first glance, he thought it was very fashionable (ps: I don’t think a person with good taste can turn himself into a boiled egg and still laugh out loud). At second glance, he thought that this person had a problem with his brain. At third glance, no, there was no third glance. Voldemort was furious and reached out to knock the mirror to the ground.

At this time Gryffindor rushed over, and the first thing he saw when he entered was Voldemort's arrogant behavior.

"You don't know what's good for you." With a cold snort, Voldemort flew out like a kite with a broken string, flew out of the castle window, and flew straight to the forbidden forest in this space.

The trees in the Forbidden Forest seemed to have consciousness. They suddenly grew taller and the branches seemed to have life. They stretched out long strips and rolled the man in. Looking down from above, the forest opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the falling Voldemort.

“No——” Voldemort regretted his arrogance. He had clearly intended to have a good relationship with this mysterious person.

"Um, isn't this the new teacher?" someone in the crowd asked weakly, with a hint of regret in his tone.

"No," Gryffindor said sternly, "This is a criminal, a demon who should have died long ago."