Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball again, turned around, and immediately ran away, hoping that he could still make it in time to have a meal with his godfather. Since this meeting, it seemed that they had not had much time to stay together quietly, and there were always various things going on.

At this time, Sirius had just finished class. He bent down and took out two iron cages placed under his podium. The two iron cages were covered with a layer of black cloth, blocking everyone's view. Sirius shook them gently, feeling the slight swaying inside, and nodded with satisfaction.

There were some wizards below who were very curious and they glued their eyes to the cage.

"Professor, what is this? Can you show it to us?"

"No--"

Sirius carried the cage, humming happily, and slowly walked towards the school infirmary, facing the disappointed gazes of the young wizards.

But when he arrived at the school infirmary, he saw an angry Madam Pomfrey and two students huddled in the corner and shivering. They seemed to have been burned while making potions and came here for treatment.

The sound of the two iron cages colliding attracted the furious Madam Pomfrey. Seeing her attention diverted, Sirius secretly cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" What was going on?

He walked in again and looked at Harry's bed, only to find that no one was on it. At this time, Cedric, who was hiding outside, saw the professor and followed him in.

"Professor Black," Cedric said softly. Sirius turned around in confusion and saw this handsome Hufflepuff student. He looked very familiar. Oh——

"Harry asked me to tell you that he was put in detention by Professor Snape at noon today, so he might not be able to have lunch with you." He tried hard to recall the scene at that time and was very sure that this was what Harry said.

Hearing this, Sirius Black was visibly frustrated. At this time, Madam Pomfrey came over. The long-accumulated power made Cedric take two steps back. He saw a Hufflepuff junior behind him. He had an impression of this person. He was one of the few who studied very hard. He remembered him because he often appeared in the library.

This was somewhat out of place in the Hufflepuff family, which was known for going with the flow. He met the junior's eyes and blinked quietly. The junior, who had been nervous just now, suddenly calmed down and gave a shy smile in return.

"Where is Harry now?" Madam Pomfrey frowned, very angry. "He was injured so badly, and he wanted to run around again just after waking up. I just heard you mention him."

"This, this..." Cedric was speechless for a moment. He could only pray for him secretly and wish him peace.

"He should be in Professor Snape's office now, because he was called over by the professor." Cedric suddenly had an idea. According to the normal speed, Harry should have arrived at the office by now. If he said this, he could put the blame of Harry's going out on Snape, and - hehe, Cedric with thick eyebrows and big eyes also had some little thoughts of his own.

Sirius still had the cage in his hand, which seemed very precious.

"That's impossible," Madam Pomfrey said firmly.

"I sent him away? How come I didn't know?"

Sirius's expression became disgusted, as if he had seen something filthy and unbearable to look at, and Cedric felt a surge of evil energy coming from behind him. The little brother who had been normal just now now shrank into the shape of a quail.

This weird voice, with a drawn-out tone.

Cedric turned around stiffly, and a shadow fell on his face. He raised his head, and the huge sewer nose was facing him. The herbal scent that hit his nose made Cedric feel suffocated.

Woo woo—Harry, you've done me a disservice.

"What? What?" Sirius pulled Cedric behind him. "Didn't you hear what the little guy said? He was telling Harry what he said. How could Harry lie?"

Cedric was so moved by his idol's actions that his eyes were filled with tears. He was truly worthy of being someone he admired.

"Oh--"

There was actually a hint of smile on the expressionless face, which made Sirius feel something was wrong. Why did this snotty guy show such a confident expression?

"Severus would definitely not do such a thing, because at noon today..." Madam Pomfrey spoke, and Snape took the opportunity to shake the potion in his hand. Sirius was dazzled, but he also knew that what he said was correct.

Oh - Harry

No, I can't just agree with what Snape said, wouldn't that make me lose face? This is even more painful than killing me, Sirius thought secretly.

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed a figure suddenly squeezed over, sweating profusely, panting, and limping.

It was Harry who ran in at this time.

Harry looked at the people in the room. The first person he noticed was his godfather and the two conspicuous large iron cages he was holding in his hands, followed by Godfather with a deathly smile on his face.

Cedric popped his head out from behind Sirius and greeted Harry desperately, his eyes full of hope that his savior had arrived. Harry's heart skipped a beat, a dark emotion growing in his heart, he actually didn't like people getting so close to his godfather.

Cedric came out and came to Harry to verify, "Harry, you told me that Professor Snape called you and asked me to tell Professor Black that you couldn't have lunch with him, right?"

The dark emotion just now disappeared without a trace like a drop of water under the sun. A strong sense of shame surged into Harry's heart, and his ears turned red all of a sudden.

At this moment, everyone in the room focused their eyes on him, waiting for his answer.

"That - I -" Harry said calmly, "I was indeed the one who told you, senior." He turned to Cedric and thanked him sincerely, "I'm sorry, senior, I was too anxious and didn't see clearly. You've made this trip in vain."

Cedric showed a look of astonishment on his face. Ah, this——

Harry unfolded the ball of paper in his hand and showed it to everyone. After seeing the note clearly, Sirius was a little amused and thought that the child was injured. Then he turned his blame to Snape.

"Come on, Harry isn't fully recovered yet, why did you ask him to come to your office?"

Madam Pomfrey, who was listening to what happened, took the note from Harry's hand, took a closer look and found that it was indeed Snape's handwriting. She looked at Severus with some resentment. He should know best, as Harry had just woken up and should take good care of himself.

"Child, lie back on your bed." Madam Pomfrey's anger was immediately extinguished by the water. Harry was indeed a good boy. It was all Severus' fault.

Cedric was a little puzzled. He met Harry on the 7th or 8th floor. If he was going to Professor Snape's office, there would be no need to go so far, right?

Snape took the note from Madam Pomfrey again and glanced at it carefully. For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his stern face. "I didn't write it--" He stared into Harry's eyes and spoke word by word very solemnly.

Harry's expression changed drastically.