Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The Phoenix's tears made Thomas slightly more conscious, and he saw Snape drip a few drops of golden liquid into his mouth.

That is--

That is a priceless elixir of blessing—

He suddenly felt very sad. This world always had him strangled by the neck while being given artificial respiration and chest compressions.

When he was alive, he struggled desperately, and no one saw the bubbles that came out when he sank into the water, or the splashes that appeared when his arms hit the water. Now that he is finally dead, they have changed their previous hypocritical attitude and are trying desperately to save him. It's ridiculous.

He used all his strength to wave away all of Snape's medicine bottles. Colorful potions scattered on the floor and the steam blurred his eyes.

Snape squatted aside in astonishment.

What kind of look is that? Tired, numb, dead, what kind of world is this? Money flows to the richest people, and love flows to those who have no shortage of love.

Fox put his head against Thomas' face and shed tears as big as beans, trying to save this man who was already determined to die.

A snake jumped out from Fox's feathers, and when no one was paying attention, it bit his arm hard.

But it was no use. Dumbledore suddenly appeared in the school infirmary holding Thomas. Madam Pomfrey was horrified when she saw him and hurried over.

At this moment, the Hufflepuff common room seemed very warm, with laughter and playfulness. Finnegan was listening to Little Can telling interesting stories about Thomas.

In their mouths, Thomas is a calm, knowledgeable, and hardworking little boy. If someone is in trouble and asks him for help, Thomas will definitely agree to help. He is really kind and will bravely stand up when he sees bullying happening.

Finnegan became happier as he listened. His good friend Thomas was such a warm and kind person, but he was not very good at expressing his true intentions, which led to many people misunderstanding him.

Suddenly a man came out from the cave, took a quick look, and finally fixed his eyes on Finnegan.

Then they hurriedly pulled him away. Finnegan was very flustered. He felt as if something bad had happened. His heart was in a state of panic, his palms were sweating, and he couldn't open his mouth to ask, what had happened?

The last bit of consciousness Thomas had left in the world was the countless people surrounding him. All the professors were there, and he had never seen so many at once.

His body was gradually shrinking, and any means used on him were useless. Even the stone that Dumbledore got from somewhere and hurriedly made a potion and fed it to his mouth only slowed down his speed.

Forget it--

Thomas' consciousness fell into the deep lake. The surroundings were very quiet and dark. He wanted to -

Take a nap -

"Thomas!"

Is this what I heard before I die?

"Thomas!" Finnegan's voice with a hint of tears echoed throughout the school infirmary, but unfortunately it could no longer be heard. Even his body was gone. A brown bead appeared on the white bed sheet, lying there quietly.

The cake that Finnegan had been holding in his hand fell to the ground and was trampled by the people coming and going. Just like the first half of Thomas' life, not many people cared about it. The face itself was his treasure, but it was ignored as the gift recipient left.

Finally, the entire school infirmary was empty. Dudley came out from the darkness, bent down, picked up the cakes piece by piece, then wrapped them in oil paper and put them in his arms.

The bead had been picked up by Dumbledore.

A ban was issued on this matter, and all the students who knew the news were silenced. They told the public that Thomas suddenly fell ill and was cursed by a dark wizard, and was now being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital.

By the way, he warned other young wizards not to touch things sent by strangers at will. The packages sent by Owl Express were now opened and checked one by one by the professor.

The school was in panic for a while, but it seemed that not many people were affected. Everyone was just afraid that they would be the next person, and they just felt sorry for the first unlucky person.

Only Finnegan remained silent. He became untalkative and his favorite place to stay all day was in front of the headmaster's office. He wanted to ask Headmaster Dumbledore to bring the bead over and keep it with him, but unfortunately he was rejected by the headmaster.

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore fumbled with the brown bead and sat in his chair with a serious look on his face, obviously thinking about something.

Opposite him was a photo frame. The man in the photo was a Gryffindor. He was also sitting on a chair. The two worlds were suddenly connected.

"Is this yours too?"

Gryffindor nodded. Based on his experience of observing for many days, he felt that there was vigorous vitality flowing inside. When Dumbledore told him this, he had already guessed that the blue stone in his hand should also be a person.

"Is there any hope?"

Gryffindor then noticed that Dumbledore seemed to have aged a bit, as if he had reached the end of his life, and was about eight or nine years younger than the last time they met.

"I'll try, you hide it."

Gryffindor didn't say anything more. The enemy they were facing only showed a glimpse of their abilities, which was enough to terrify them. It was almost a complete crushing defeat, and any curses were beyond their comprehension.

"dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the door, followed by the sound of someone walking up the steps, and Harry appeared.

"Child, why are you here?"

Dumbledore cheered himself up again, because there were more people who needed his adjustment and comfort, such as the person in front of him.

He noticed that Harry was holding an envelope in his hand, which was wrinkled and almost soaked with sweat.

Harry was still hesitating whether to tell Dumbledore about this matter. Dudley found him that day and asked him to go to Dumbledore to get the bead back and put it in this envelope. Then maybe there was a chance that Thomas could be saved.

For a guy who was more like an enemy than a friend, Harry was still watching, holding on to the possibility that Dumbledore might have other magic and methods to save him.

But no, he only heard that he was transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital, but the actual news he received was that he was dead, leaving only a brown bead.

Harry still chose to tell this only possibility.

"Are you still feeling guilty, Harry?"

After listening to Harry's description, Dumbledore remained expressionless. He conjured a stool out of thin air, pushed Harry down, and stuffed a cup of hot chocolate milk into his hand.