Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry walked to the bed, pulled back the quilt and crawled in. A few bags of snacks were taken from the table and handed to the Veles twins.

"Do you want to eat?"

The twins did not answer. They stared blankly at the two cages leaning against the wall. The two snakes inside were banging the cages frantically and glaring at Harry viciously.

Harry followed the two people's gaze and cast a silencing charm when he saw the two moving snakes.

"Did you see this? Professor Black handed it to me this afternoon. I really don't know what it's for."

"Brother, cool," George sat down in front of Harry, put his arm around Harry's shoulders, with obvious excitement on his face.

"Can I take a closer look? The professor's two cages went viral this afternoon, and many people were wondering what was inside the cages. But no one expected that the cages were with you."

Fred nodded vigorously, took out a few candies of different colors from his pocket, and held them out to Harry.

"We haven't been able to find any test subjects. Do you mind if I use these two of yours to try?" George was about to interrupt Fred. At least these are someone else's pets. How can they be used as test subjects? They were given to me by Professor Black.

"Well, it's all right, it's all right, as long as you don't have fun--you go ahead."

But Harry had already spoken first, allowing Fred's behavior.

Although Fred hated Slytherin and hated snakes as well, he now had the audacity to ask to use someone else's pet as an experimental subject. Harry was about to say no, but he actually agreed.

this--

The two brothers looked at each other and understood what the other party meant. The words had already been said and the other party had already agreed. It was too embarrassing to go back on their word, so they just took a few pills as a token of their appreciation.

George hurriedly took out some candies from his pocket.

This one is not, this one turns into a duck, this one is not either, this one has a nosebleed, that one turns into a canary, and, and -

Seeing Harry's increasingly strange look, George finally took out a normal candy from his pocket. It looked like a shrunken magic wand. George broke it into two halves and gave one half to Fred.

Just as the two brothers approached, the two little snakes that were banging against the cage frantically quieted down. They seemed to smell the scent of candy, and one of the green snakes became a little flattering.

As soon as Ford threw the candy into the cage, he immediately took two steps at a time and jumped far away, seeming to be very scared. George looked at him helplessly and imitated him and threw the candy into the cage. Maybe he threw it with too much force, the candy hit the wall and then bounced back.

Do not--

The candy hit the sleeping young man on the head. The three people froze in place. They turned to look at the patient, only to see him raise his hand to touch his head, then he turned over and muttered something and went back to sleep.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

George gave Fred a good swat on the back of the head and said goodbye to Harry.

Snape was still hiding in Dumbledore's office. He set up a crucible in the open space above the office. Seeing that the old man was still eating candy, he immediately moved the knife in his hand and increased the dosage of a certain herb.

"Come on, what's the matter? You've been hesitant to talk the whole afternoon. Hurry up and finish your story. I'm going to bed." Dumbledore yawned exaggeratedly, trying to drive Snape back to his office to boil medicine.

Snape stirred the potion in the dry pot vigorously. He was fine and could go back to sleep. I had classes tomorrow, but I had to make medicine for him now.

"At noon today, Harry received a note asking him to come to my office, but I didn't write it."

Snape briefly told Dumbledore what happened at noon.

Dumbledore straightened his back suddenly, and the sleepiness he had just felt disappeared in an instant.

"and then?"

"Nothing happened. It was just like this, and then you know it."

"This ability should be related to the person who pretended to be me before." Snape thought, his hands still stirring constantly, as if he had his own consciousness, cutting the potion ingredients of different sizes and adding them at the right time.

"Could it be that someone wrote this in your place?"

"From what Harry said, I learned that he must have been to the eighth floor in the morning and met someone exactly like me, so he believed the note without a doubt. If he hadn't read the time wrong -"

Dumbledore stroked his beard and lowered his eyes.

Soon it was the next day. Harry opened his shirt to Madam Pomfrey. The wound had disappeared. He jumped up and down, and cast a few spells. Unfortunately, some of them were not obedient and flew around.

Madam Pomfrey was amazed. The wound was not that serious yesterday, but it was healed after drinking a few more doses of medicine. Could it be that Snape's power had increased again?

After Harry put on his clothes, he glanced at the young man who was still sleeping on the hospital bed. He didn't care about the two cages placed at the foot of the wall and walked away in a leisurely manner, looking very healthy and unrestrained.

He walked in the corridor, bathed in the eyes of everyone looking at him like a hero, obviously enjoying it very much. He raised his chin slightly, revealing what he thought was the most handsome angle, and then walked towards the dormitory with brisk steps.

The exclamations from all around made him raise his head even higher. Well done, he had good vision.

Halfway along the way he met a middle-aged man who was only slightly more handsome than him. He looked particularly friendly and said, "Harry - I was looking for you."

Harry's eyes rolled around and he smiled widely, but his ears perked up to listen to the people around him calling him.

"Oh, it's Professor Black, he's so handsome!"

"These two are worthy of being the godfather and godson. They are both equally handsome and very powerful."

Godfather——

The expression on Harry's face became more intense, but Black felt that Harry was particularly enthusiastic today. He touched the letter in his pocket. After dinner yesterday, Harry asked him to help find it. He remembered that he brought it back, but he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked.

I did find it in the evening, but when I remembered that Harry was asleep, I decided to bring it to him the next morning.

"Ah——" Blake let out a scream, which attracted the attention of the people around him.

Sirius felt his finger touching the envelope being pinched hard, "Godfather, what's wrong with you?"

"godfather?"

Harry thought for a moment, searching for something in his mind, and then said, "Have you found the envelope?" Harry's fist hidden in his sleeve was clenched tightly, and there was uncontrollable greed and fear in his expression.

"I..." Little Sirius felt that something was wrong with his godson, "I didn't find him..."

Harry looked a little regretful.

Sirius felt a little regretful. It was clearly in his pocket, so why did he say it wasn't there?