Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

Ever since Harry and the others knew that what Dumbledore had hidden was the Philosopher's Stone, they have been concerned about how to use it - even though the Philosopher's Stone is not in their hands yet, according to Ron, it is only a matter of time, and it is necessary to plan ahead.

Indeed, the Philosopher's Stone has the ability to turn everything into gold, and no one can resist the charm of gold. Not to mention that the Philosopher's Stone can make people immortal - from the cases seen so far, the Philosopher's Stone has at least allowed Nicolas Flamel and his wife to live for more than 600 years. Ron has been thinking about which Quidditch team to buy after getting the Philosopher's Stone. This has been his dream since he was a child.

But when it comes to Quidditch, Harry thought of the upcoming game and Snape. Harry didn't care about what Hector and the others said at first, but with the final approaching, Harry would be a little worried.

"I must participate in the competition," Harry finally made up his mind,"If I quit, the Slytherins will think I'm scared, and that won't do."

Hector saw Harry swallow unconsciously, and the worry on his face was gradually replaced by determination. Harry looked at Ron and the others and continued

"Besides, as long as we win this game, Gryffindor will be able to beat Slytherin in the Quidditch House Cup Championship - Gryffindor has not won the house cup for four years. This is the best opportunity, and I can't give up."

"Hopefully we won't have to carry you off the field," said Hermione, and Ron nodded in agreement.

"We will go and watch, right, Hector?"

Hector was stunned for a moment, and Harry cast an expectant look at Hector. After all, it was unlikely that old Dumbledore would come to watch the game, so it would be a good choice to have young Dumbledore come to cheer. At least Harry knew Hector's magic level, and he, like Professor Dumbledore, would bring people a sufficient sense of security.

However, it was difficult to fulfill his wish this time, and Hector shook his head.

"Sorry, Harry, I don't think I can go."

At breakfast today, an owl brought a letter to Hector.

Hector thought Aberforth had something to talk to him about, but he didn't expect that the letter was from Professor McGonagall.

When Hector saw the letter, he remembered that Professor McGonagall asked him to go to her office after Christmas.

But Hector had completely forgotten about it.

Hector felt that he could not be blamed entirely for this matter, and a large part of the responsibility should be on old Dumbledore.

Although the golden talent did not disappear completely, Hector still clearly felt the negative effects of the Legilimency spell - Hector's magic power suffered a sharp reduction, and now his His magic power is about the same as Fred and George's, but Hector can still guarantee that no matter in a one-on-one or doubles match, the two brothers still have no chance to fight back against him - as long as they don't take his wands away in advance.

Professor Flitwick also felt the problem with Hector's magic power, but he thought it was because Hector was too tired. Because of this, Professor Flitwick gave Hector several weeks of vacation.

Fortunately, the magic power is in the process of slowly recovering. Hector can still see that his golden legend is slowly recovering from the gray to its original golden appearance, but This speed is really touching. Hector estimates that he will be able to recover about half of his strength before Easter, and will be able to fully recover to his original state when school starts next year.

This will slow down the growth of Hector's magic power, but he is not in a hurry to find Grandpa Albus to find a magic potion to restore his magic - although Hector knows that he must have a way. Hector still understands the principle that a weak body cannot be supplemented.

However, it does not mean that Hector has given up the idea of finding a way to kill Dumbledore. His owl is left to Aberforth. Now if Hector wants to send something, he either has to find Harry's Hedwig or call Fawkes over - It was really too much trouble, and Hector needed his own messenger.

Anyway, he still had to go to Professor McGonagall's office this afternoon, and he probably wouldn't be able to watch Harry's game. But Hector didn't have a deep impression of this game, and presumably nothing that would affect the plot would happen. So Hector could only reject Harry's invitation. After lunch, Hector wished Harry good luck, and then hurried to the Gryffindor Headmaster's office on the fourth floor.

The door of the office was closed, and Hector knocked on the door carefully, waiting obediently for a response from inside the door.

Not long after, a familiar voice rang out from the office,

"Please come in."

Hector pushed open the door and walked in quickly. Professor McGonagall was sitting behind a long table correcting students' homework - all professors were so busy, and so was Professor Flitwick, who had endless homework to correct every day. When she heard the footsteps approaching, Professor McGonagall raised her head, but when she found that it was Hector who came in, she quickly lowered her head again.

"Mr. Dumbledore, you are here,"

Professor McGonagall lowered her head and corrected the papers. She said faintly,

"I thought you weren't coming until Easter."

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall."Hector lowered his head.

"I really forgot, there are too many things."

Professor McGonagall looked up and glared at Hector, and her eyes quickly returned to the parchment in front of her. Professor McGonagall continued,

"Too many things to do? Then Mr. Dumbledore, how did you remember to go to Filius' office?"Hector heard the sound of the quill and parchment rubbing against each other.

"I almost thought you were a Ravenclaw, not a Gryffindor.���Who is your dean?"

"It's you, Professor McGonagall." Hector's voice was so soft that he couldn't hear it clearly, but he still explained it stubbornly.

"Professor McGonagall, if you had reminded me before, I would definitely have remembered it."

"Really, Mr. Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall stared at Hector.

"I remember I reminded you. Including this letter, this is the third time I have reminded you! What's wrong with you recently? Hector, you are absent-minded all day long and don't listen carefully in class. I know this is very basic for you, but this is no reason for you not to listen, Mr. Dumbledore!"

Hector almost stuck his head into the crack of the floor. Professor McGonagall reminded him three times? Hector didn't even have the slightest impression. It seems that the side effects of Legilimency are still too great. He now begins to doubt whether he has forgotten anything important.

This is all due to Albus Dumbledore. It has nothing to do with me, Hector Dumbledore. I, Hector Dumbledore, am also a victim.!

"But your Transfiguration paper is very well written, Mr. Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall accurately pulled out the parchment of Hector from the pile of parchments and looked at it carefully.

"The basic knowledge is indeed very solid, the issues considered are very comprehensive, and the views are relatively novel. Mr. Dumbledore, I am very glad that at least you still take your homework seriously."Hector nodded silently, and he still kept his gaze on his toes.

Professor McGonagall stood up, she put Hector's parchment back, and the expression on her face gradually changed from serious to kind.

"Well, Mr. Dumbledore, I asked you to come here today not to scold you, even though you did go too far. Professor McGonagall looked at Hector who lowered his head, and her tone was not so harsh.

"Look up, Hector."

Hector subconsciously raised his head immediately, and his eyes met those of Professor McGonagall.

Hector shuddered unconsciously.

It was because Professor McGonagall's aura was too strong.

Although her eyes were very gentle now, Hector subconsciously dodged the first moment he met those eyes.

The shadow left by the strict head teacher in elementary school was too big for Hector.

He had been slapped on the palm of his hand more than once in his previous life.

In the future, when facing this kind of woman who was intimidating without anger, Hector's calves would involuntarily become weak.

"Don't be afraid, Hector, it's not a bad thing. Professor McGonagall found it very interesting to see the child who looked a bit like Dumbledore shrinking in front of her and not daring to breathe. Her voice became gentler,

"I would like to invite you to join my Transfiguration Club, Hector."