Harry Potter and the Rebirth

A few days later, Harry was stopped by Malfoy, who told him that Sirius asked him to wait for him in the office and had something to tell him.

Harry's eyes lit up, he knew his chance had come, he could go to Black's office and look for it, he didn't believe that the envelope would be thrown away or disappear, he always felt that Black was hiding something, during this period of time because he had to adapt to the role of Harry himself, he spent a lot of time and effort, he didn't have the time to care about this big handle, now it seems that everything is a foregone conclusion, it is better to eliminate this weakness as soon as possible.

Harry readily agreed and thanked Malfoy for his hard work in delivering the message. He looked at the strange expression on Malfoy's face, his fair cheeks flushed red, and felt a little strange for a moment.

The little wizards around were bustling around, walking past them and occasionally looking at them strangely.

In Harry's memory, Malfoy often went against him. He was a difficult guy to get along with. He often looked down on others. He was a proud and naive young master who didn't know the pain of suffering.

"What's wrong with you? Do you need my help?"

Hearing what Harry said, Malfoy suddenly turned around and ran away, and finally ran into a little girl with black hair. Harry took a look at the scarf tied around her neck. She should be Ravenclaw, Harry thought as he passed the girl.

He came to Sirius' office. It was empty now and the decoration was very much in line with Black's style. First of all, red was the main tone of the room, and there were several lion elements incorporated into it. Harry frowned in disdain.

He actually prefers Slytherin, the cold basement, the dormitory close to the Black Lake, and the view of the dark and deep water, including the little brats inside. Power, bloodline, values, being good at planning and seizing opportunities are the qualities that a person should have to live in this world, not some bullshit courage.

Harry looked around with disgust, and was careful to restore it to its original state. It wasn't in the bookcase or the drawer. He even sneaked into his bedroom and rummaged through the closet. Wow, this guy has pretty good taste in clothes.

Harry criticized the decoration here as worthless. He saw a moving Quidditch statue on the table and went closer out of curiosity. The Golden Snitch was circling around the statue.

This was very interesting. Harry caught the thief at once, and the whole sculpture became quiet instantly. Then the whole room shook violently, and a floor next to the desk suddenly popped out, revealing a deep passage inside.

Harry raised the disobedient wand in front of him, carefully moved to the vicinity, then looked down. It was a staircase leading underground. The bottom was blocked by darkness and the eerie atmosphere inside made him, who had been in the darkness for a long time, feel uncomfortable.

Is this really Sirius Black?

Relying on his confidence in his own abilities, Harry wanted to go down and find out what was going on, but his sensitive ears detected footsteps.

Harry quickly covered the floor and stepped on it hard, then sat on the sofa next to him. He picked up a book and placed it on his knees, turned to a page and pretended that he was studying.

"Harry, how's life been lately?"

Sirius strode in from the door, then sat down on the sofa next to Harry and put his arm around his shoulders, looking very cool.

"I'm fine. Everything has been going very well lately."

Sirius and Harry exchanged a few pleasantries and then immediately got down to business.

"It should be at three this Friday afternoon. Dumbledore has something to ask him."

Harry was actually a little curious. He, the culprit, was sitting here, so who else had Dumbledore caught?

"What kind of person is he?" Harry asked in fake fear, "I have no grudge against him, why would he want to kill me?"

Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder and told him not to worry, that Hogwarts was his backing, and that anyone who wanted to hurt him was just wishful thinking and a fantasy.

Oh, wishful thinking? You don't know that the real Harry is about to die.

Harry still pretended to be gentle, and suddenly felt unworthy of the guy who was impersonating him. That's it? He said he was a backup? He didn't even notice that he was replaced. At the beginning, Snape, but Dumbledore caught him with just one detail.

Harry agreed readily, his drooping eyelids hiding his rolling eyes. He would have to look for it another time and go down to the basement while he was there. There must be something in there.

He leaned over to take a look. Sirius was talking at the moment. They talked about everything from Quidditch to curses, from curses to Snape, and from Snape to Dumbledore. He listened with great interest and they had lunch together.

"Okay, I have classes in the afternoon, Harry, you should go to the dormitory and get some rest."

Sirius shooed Harry away, stuffing a handful of lemon sherbet into his pocket at the same time.

"I stole it from Dumbledore's office." Sirius winked at Harry. "The candy there should be better."

Sirius tore open the wrapper of a piece of candy and threw it into his mouth with an expression of enjoyment.

"It's really good——"

Harry walked out the door and touched the still warm candy in his pocket. It should be placed close to his body. He felt the temperature on it. Is this what it feels like to be with a loved one? I really envy that guy, but it will soon be mine.

Seeing Harry walk out, Sirius spat out the candy in his mouth, cast a spell, and the edge of the candy evaporated. He quickly drank a few sips of water. Dobby appeared beside him with an iron basin in his hand. Sirius spat the mouthwash into it.

Then Dobby disappeared.

He looked at the floor next to the desk. The marks were slightly mismatched, and the depth was a few millimeters lower. Sirius narrowed his eyes. He was no longer cheerful and happy in front of everyone. He suddenly became extremely gloomy, just like his cousin Bellatrix.

"Since you've been doing well recently, I wanted to keep you for a while longer, but it seems——"

Sirius stood next to the floor, raised one arm and pinched the golden snitch on the sculpture, then walked in through the leaky passage, and he disappeared into the office little by little.