Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Dumbledore leaned against the bed, feeling his gradually weakening body. He looked at the young man on the ground who seemed to be getting colder, and the pet lying on his head, which was tirelessly licking Jerran's forehead with his long tongue.

The surroundings fell into silence; the bustling and noisy streets around were out of tune with the tranquility.

Dumbledore stretched out his finger. The first two joints of his ring finger had turned dark purple. Purple liquid was dripping from the gap between his nails and onto the bed, leaving a deep hole and white smoke rising into the sky.

Dumbledore's face also changed from pale to slightly rosy, a golden-red light flashed on his shoulder, and a wrinkled little bird appeared. It jumped onto Dumbledore's chest and left its own tears.

Dumbledore nodded at it, and Fawkes obediently flew to Jerran and pecked the lizard that stuck out its tongue.

The lizard seemed a little reluctant, but when it saw the light flashing on the Phoenix, it jumped down anyway. With one leap, it grabbed Dumbledore's beard. Several long white beards fell to the ground, and Dumbledore grimaced in pain.

As if a little disgusted, Dumbledore looked at the human-like expression of the little lizard curiously, but still chose to stick out his tongue to lick Dumbledore's chest, which made Dumbledore laugh frequently. He felt his chest was wet and itchy, but at the same time, the blood on his ring finger dripped faster and faster, and the dark purple was turning into light purple.

Jie Lan woke up slowly, his vision was blurry. He could see a golden-red ball of light moving around, and then it flew towards him. Jie Lan closed his eyes, and then he felt a hard peck on his forehead.

"Ow—"

"Young man, Fawkes said you wasted his feelings." Dumbledore explained with a smile. The news Fawkes brought back to him was that the young man was already in good health and there was no need for him to shed a single tear.

Dumbledore seemed to understand why the mysterious organization wanted to win over Jerlan.

"Ah, is that so?" The lizard jumped off Dumbledore's chest, then flew into its master's head and made a nest in his messy hair.

Jie Lan tried hard to lift his chin to make sure the little ancestor on his head could stay safer.

"Before the professors arrive, I wonder if you can tell me something else?" After Dumbledore felt better, he used the Elder Wand to make Jerry float up, and then put him on the bed, with the two of them sitting very close to each other.

Jielan hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

No one knows what the two people talked about, or perhaps those are the only things that can be said.

It was not until Aberforth arrived with the cursing Snape and the solemn-looking Madam Pomfrey that they ended their conversation, or rather their one-sided confession.

"Does he look like something's wrong?" But then Snape shut his mouth. He saw the big hole in Dumbledore's clothes on his chest and his tattered white beard. In the end, he chose to swallow about Harry's affairs. The old man worried so much every day.

Alas - there is not a single day that goes by without getting hurt.

Aberforth's face turned ugly. He glared at his brother fiercely, then went downstairs panting. The stairs made a deafening noise. Dumbledore thought to himself that it was not good. He didn't like him in the first place, so now he would be kicked out, right?

Madam Pomfrey seemed to have made the same choice as Snape. Neither of them said a word about the note Harry received today. They just looked at each other tacitly, then helped them back to the school infirmary.

"Why don't you use your own phoenix?"

"He's tired—"

Snape expressed his doubt. Could a phoenix ever feel tired?

Harry was the only one in the infirmary at this moment. Madam Pomfrey had gone out in a hurry, and Sirius had a class to attend in the evening.

Harry looked at the sun gradually setting. The warm orange light cast on the bedding, making the white quilt seem even warmer and fluffier.

Harry took a deep breath and decided to go to Professor Snape's office again at 8 o'clock tonight, at the time and place he said.

He glanced indifferently at the two little snakes placed by the wall. They seemed extremely quiet at this moment, without any of their usual ease and liveliness. Qinggang even twisted himself into a pretzel, with his entire snake head buried deep inside.

Strange, why don’t these two little guys talk?

The first thing to do is to rule out whether anyone in this room today is the mastermind or an accomplice. If he went there and something happened, it means that there was no informer among the people present.

If he went and came back safely, it means that someone present was not right, or had accomplices.

Perhaps there is another possibility, someone present let the secret slip and failed to keep it secret -

Harry thought about it for a long time and finally decided to go there in person. There was no more effective way at the moment. He urgently needed to find someone he trusted to discuss countermeasures. Several people present were objects of his suspicion.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Harry walked out of the stairs on the first floor of the basement. It had been more than an hour since he entered. Harry touched the delicate skin on his face, the straight bridge of his nose, and the clear jawline...

On the way back to the school infirmary, Harry met the Velez twins who came to visit him secretly.

"Hey, buddy, are you out for a night stroll too?" Fred trotted over, came close to Harry and whispered.

"I'm just a little bored. I feel like I'm getting better, but Madam Pomfrey wants me to stay in bed for another week."

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. It is what it is." George seemed to be troubled by Madam Pomfrey's overbearing behavior.

"Are you feeling better now?" Fred's eyes fell on Harry's abdomen. He learned from his brother that Harry's abdomen was seriously injured.

"Better, better. Let's go back to the infirmary now. Be careful of Filch who might show up suddenly." Harry pulled the twins towards the infirmary while persuading them. Mrs. Norris had a very sensitive nose.

Although the twins were not afraid, they didn't want to delay Harry, who was seriously ill. It would be better for Harry to go back to bed as soon as possible.

As they walked inside, Harry signaled the twins to keep their noise down. During dinner time, Dumbledore brought a very weak young man to lie on the hospital bed. He seemed very tired. As soon as he leaned on the bed, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Madam Pomfrey kept circling around him, not forgetting to stare at Dumbledore when she turned her head, and quickly took the medicine.

Do not eat sugar between medications.

Strange, why not let him have candy?