Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Dumbledore is old!

Harry thought so.

Although his magic is rarely surpassed.

But more importantly, his heart is no longer young, no longer vigorous, no longer vigorous.

He likes stability and no longer pursues excitement.

He is like a round ball whose edges and corners have been smoothed, and if you show him the ambitions he made when he was young, he will definitely blush.

...

Harry returns to Hogwarts.

The night sky is full of dark clouds, and there are no stars.

Those damned dementors were still floating in the clouds.

Some room in the castle was still lit.

A figure was vaguely seen standing in front of the window, looking out.

But nothing else.

Harry walked to the middle of the castle and looked up at the sky. There was a square opening like a frog trapped in a well.

Harry knew Dumbledore was thinking a lot.

He looked around, unwilling to completely tear himself apart with the Ministry of Magic and Fudge.

If the young Dumbledore stood here, he would definitely point at old Dumbledore's nose and curse.

But Harry didn't care.

It was fine for the dementors to just stay outside the school, but they actually attacked Zhang Qiu.

Ha ha……

The depressed old man looked away from the dementor, and saw Harry below - just watching.

Harry had already raised his wand, facing the dementors in the sky.

He was curious what the Patronus he summoned would be, since he had never used Patronus magic.

Generally, the patron saint summoned is formed according to the psychology of the summoner, and everyone is different.

At the same time, summoning gods is not invariable.

It's just that the situation is relatively small.

...

Harry read: "Call the gods and call the guard."

A bright silver light appeared.

Both the old man and the boy stared blankly at the patron saint summoned by the boy.

That was no ordinary Patronus.

Have you ever seen a patron saint tens of meters high?

A silver, phantom figure appeared beside Harry.

He was tens of meters tall, and the height of the old man's floor only reached the legs of the white light and shadow.

More importantly, this patron saint is Harry himself.

It seems to be carved out of a mold, but it is only magnified dozens of times.

The hair, facial features, and flowing magic robes are all the same.

Inside the body, the stars are dotted, outlining the connection, "he" looked up at the dark sky.

Harry looked strange.

He once absorbed some unknown power in this world, but that power seemed to have no other effect except for its huge lethality to the soul and body.

Moreover, the magic world has never heard of wizards discovering and researching this kind of power.

It seemed like only Harry could have discovered and mastered it.

After confirming that it had nothing to do with the mana consumed by magic, Harry forgot about it.

Harry analyzed that maybe this thing is just some kind of radiation, or some kind of microscopic energy in the universe.

Unexpectedly, when he just used the "Guardian Charm", the power in his body suddenly reacted, and all of it poured out. With the magic power consumed by the magic, this unique Patronus was constructed together.

Harry stroked his chin, looked at the huge silver transparent figure surrounding him, and thought: Could this be the legendary Aspect of Heaven and Earth?

But I didn't cultivate, I practiced Western magic.

Just when Harry was still wondering why his Patronus was so strange, his Patronus had already moved.

The Patronus was summoned by Harry, and naturally obeyed Harry's orders.

"He" and Harry have the same mind, or this is part of Harry's consciousness, but it has been transformed in another form. Of course "he" knows what his mission is.

The patron saint stretched out his hand, facing the dementors in the sky from afar.

The position of the dementor is actually even higher, and the Patronus can't reach that height.

But it seemed that those dementors were drawn by some kind of air mechanism, and they gathered together uncontrollably, stirring in the sky with the waving of the patron saint's arm.

The wind is blowing.

Then there was a shock.

To use a very vivid metaphor, the night sky in the sky is like a pot containing seaweed and egg drop soup, the dementor is the seaweed floating in the pot, and the hand of the patron saint is the colander. All the laver was fished out, leaving only the clear soup bottom.

So all the dementors in the sky were wiped out, and there was not one left.

Even the dark clouds were shattered, and the clear night sky and the white moonlight appeared.

Harry gave Dumbledore a lonesome look, as if to say: "I will kill the people you Dumbledore dare not kill, and Harry Potter will take care of the things you Dumbledore dare not do." In a word, I will take care of what Dumbledore can do, and I will take care of what Dumbledore can't do! Cut first and play later, the protagonist's halo! This is me, Harry Potter, don't you be afraid!"

...

Monday.

The school became loud and busy again.

The usually heartless students quickly recovered from yesterday's discomfort.

Please, this is a magical world, do you want them to have psychological shadows for the rest of their lives?

What is their daily routine? Face to face with ghosts every day, even learning a magic is in danger of exploding.

So what if I was frightened by a dementor.

But the more important point is: someone casually looked at the sky in the morning, and was shocked to find that all the dementors they were used to had disappeared after floating over their school for several months!

So after opening his mouth stupidly for a long time, he opened his throat and yelled: "God! The dementor is gone! Look!"

"Bah, liar. I don't believe it. They were all fine last night." His classmate said.

He said anxiously: "I didn't lie to you, if you don't believe me, look up, just look up!"

"Xiang, do you want to take this opportunity to kiss me secretly?" His classmate said.

He looked depressed: "Aren't you a man?"

His classmate said, "Aren't I even more dangerous?"

He said: "Merlin, I never told half a lie."

"Okay, then I'll take a look."

Then, his classmate looked at the clear sky without any impurities, and was stunned for a while.

He shouted at the top of his voice, "Heaven! The dementors are really gone! Look!"

So ten minutes later, all the students who hadn't left the tower knew about it.

...

In the morning, it was Professor Snape's Potions class.

Snape didn't have a good face the whole time, no wonder, they lost the Quidditch match at Slytherin House yesterday, it would be strange if he could be happy.

But after Neville accidentally exploded a huge, slippery crocodile heart, he also dropped some crumbs into the cauldrons of several students around him, polluting their potions, Sne There was finally a smile on the corner of Pu's mouth.

He said happily: "Gryffindor, deduct fifty points!"

Neville: "..."

...

at lunch time.

Hermione sat with Harry.

"Jiu Gu, Jiu Gu..."

"Cuckoo, cluck..."

Hundreds of owls flapped their wings and flew in from the entrance above the auditorium.

An owl actually flew to Harry's table and stood on the table. It flapped its wings twice and looked at Harry quietly.

The pattern around the owl's eyes is two circles, which looks like a pair of glasses.

Hermione said in surprise, "Harry, someone actually mailed you something."

It's not surprising that Hermione was surprised, because she had hardly seen anyone contact Harry.

Harry had already guessed who it was.

He took a newspaper and an envelope from the owl.

The spectacled owl spread its wings, and flew away again with a "flutter".

Hermione opened the newspaper.

It's the Daily Prophet, and the date is today.

The front page is occupied by an article, which is usually only the case for major events.

The first thing Hermione saw was the shocking picture in the center of the board: a burly man with a sinister face, half of his face covered in darkness, he was Fudge, under him, there was a group of terrifying dementors, It seems to worship him.

Harry glanced at it and nodded in his heart: PS technology in the wizarding world is still pretty good.

Tsk tsk, poor Secretary Fudge.

It is important to know that this photo was not created out of thin air.

It was a photo of Minister Fudge appearing at the same time as the dementor when he went to Azkaban during the summer vacation.

But after a slight change by the "careful person", it became a dark photo.

Of course, compared with what is said in the article, this photo is not worth mentioning.

...

Hermione glanced at the envelope in Harry's hand.

The pretty brows frowned suddenly, and said, "You smell like other women's perfume."

Harry: "Huh???"

Hermione said: "In the morning, I smelled a faint scent of violet perfume on you, but I thought it was something from Professor Snape's basement."

"But now..."

She sniffed the purple letter in Harry's hand, then leaned over Harry and asked, smelling from his chest to his legs.

Harry's face turned blue, as if that woman Rita hugged his thigh yesterday to try to seduce him, but why couldn't he smell it at all.

"The smell on your body is the same as the smell on this letter! I dare say it!" Hermione said confidently.

Astoria also asked suspiciously: "Brother, where did you go last night? I couldn't find you when I woke up, so I had to sleep with the cutie."

"Duang!"

Deadly chicken!

Hermione looked at the contents of the letter, only to see a sentence.

It began: "Dear Master."

"Your most humble servant, Li..."

Harry squeezed the letter paper, and a green flame ignited, swallowing the letter paper instantly.

Hermione: "!!!"

"Hermione, I can only say that she and I are innocent."

Hermione didn't believe it, showing signs of anger.

So Harry had to cover Hermione's with his mouth. (Author: Ah, this?)

After a long while, Hermione blushed and said nothing, very well-behaved.

"Brother, I want it too." Astoria said dissatisfied.

Harry looked at Astoria in disgust, and kissed her reluctantly.

Sure enough, I ate a mouthful of cream.

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