Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Let’s not talk about how Dumbledore taught Harry, but let’s talk about the troubles Sirius encountered in the Chamber of Secrets.

It was a straight and rough hole with only two or three ropes hanging from above. The people on top could either jump down directly, where there would be a soft sponge pad at the bottom waiting for the people to land, or they could step on the knots of the ropes and sway down little by little. If you were very good at magic, you could also cast a levitation spell on the air under your feet and slowly float down.

Further inside is a dark and narrow cave-like space surrounded by hard stone walls. It is hard to imagine that there is such a large space between the floors of Hogwarts. It is obvious that a traceless casting spell has been cast.

It was magnificent inside, with countless gold and silver treasures piled up like mountains, but they were all covered with a light green shadow. There were also a few illusory dragons in the innermost part, surrounding a stone table. If Bai You saw it, he would probably feel it was very familiar.

Sirius passed straight through the jewels without encountering any obstruction. This was obviously an illusion, a high-level magic.

He came to the innermost part, where there was a dark blue arched door with a bronze handle in the middle covered with runes. Under the handle sat an ugly and wretched man. His clothes were tattered and he was thick and short. On the top of his head, his hair was sparse, leaving a large, smooth forehead.

His eyes were as small as green beans, his mouth was slightly open, and the two large yellow teeth in his mouth were particularly noticeable.

Sirius walked over and kicked the man away. The man seemed to be infused with a soul at this moment. He curled himself up into a ball and knelt at Sirius' feet. He held the corner of Sirius' robe with his short hands and said tremblingly, "Please, for the sake of the fact that we used to be good friends--"

"Shut up!"

Sirius glared at him and Peter Pettigrew immediately shuddered, then shrank into a corner and dared not say a word again.

Sirius walked around, staring at the door in front of him, thinking carefully. According to the man who rescued him, this door needed to be opened by him alone at the right time and in the right place, and only he could open it.

But a large amount of fresh human blood is needed. He doesn't know whether it is right or wrong to seek the skin of a tiger. Things have come to this point. In order to protect Harry, he has no way to retreat. But he doesn't know who this person is and how powerful he is.

Maybe I can gain their trust and then find a way to tell—

Sirius felt a pain in his heart and suddenly knelt on the ground, one hand on the ground, the other hand tightly grasping the robe in front of his chest. He couldn't help shaking all over, and there was a bloody taste in his mouth that kept surging out. He curled up there quietly for a while, then stood up indifferently.

He took out some food and water from his pocket and threw them on the ground.

Peter looked at Sirius's back, his face full of resentment, but he had no power to fight back. He reluctantly picked up the food on the ground, patted the dirt off it, and ate it.

Then he felt extremely sleepy again. He was unwilling to accept this, Peter thought, as he always added some water of life and death to his food or water.

Sirius quickened his pace because he felt the alarm at the door had been triggered. Just as he closed the entrance to the Crypt, Dudley rushed in. He looked at Sirius' hand on the Quidditch model and showed an expression of "as expected".

The two of them had already fallen out, Dudley was openly showing that something was wrong, while Sirius was hiding something secretly.

"I'm going to tell Dumbledore."

"Can you?" Sirius leaned on the table beside him, crossed his arms and looked disdainful. He wished he could cut this guy who hurt his godson into pieces, but unfortunately Dumbledore stopped him. After knowing some things, Sirius had no choice but to let him go.

"Why wouldn't I? Headmaster Dumbledore was at your door just now, but he didn't come in."

Sirius's contemptuous expression remained unchanged, but he secretly clenched his sleeves tightly, and still said stubbornly, "Do you think they will believe you or me? You are a guy with a criminal record." "By the way, your godson Harry won the Quidditch game today, but I didn't see you, the godfather, go to congratulate him--"

Sirius could no longer sit still. Dumbledore was fine, but how could he forget to cheer up his godson?

Sirius chased Dudley out and hurried to the eighth floor. Harry should be taking extra lessons in the headmaster's office. He wanted to apologize to Harry and find out Dumbledore's attitude. At least he had to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the whole year. He must not give up these offices before he opened the door.

Principal's office.

Fox is much better now and his body shape has returned to its former appearance. He seems very excited at the moment and is combing his feathers with his beak.

Harry stood in front of it with some curiosity and felt happy for Fawkes. He always had a great liking for this magical creature with spiritual energy.

As soon as Dumbledore arrived at the office, he saw the gorgeous crown on the table, which almost blinded his eyes. He had to move it aside. At the same time, the letter under the crown was revealed, which was from Kingless.

"Sorry, Harry, I'm late because of something."

Harry didn't dare to accept it and kept comforting her.

Then he told Dumbledore about the crown he found in the Room of Requirement, and at the same time attributed the source of the book to Hermione. It should be a good excuse, after all, Hermione is knowledgeable and he can just collude with them after returning.

"The Room of Requirement?" Apparently Dumbledore had missed the point. He was very curious about the legendary room and asked Harry where it was.

When he learned that it was on the eighth floor, he looked a little strange. It was a room full of pots. Dumbledore happily told Harry how he entered such a magical room and how this magical room helped him solve his physiological problems.

Harry interrupted Dumbledore's ramblings, he was now eager to know the origin of the crown.

"Oh - Harry, I think the room you are in should be a collection of all the miscellaneous items of everyone who has ever discovered this room since the founding of Hogwarts."

He blinked his azure eyes. "It should be that someone from the British upper echelons felt that the Room of Requirement was lacking something like this, so he generously let him in."