Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Dudley snorted coldly, folded his arms and walked away. Before leaving, he glanced at the depressed Harry, feeling very disappointed with him.

"As for the upcoming final exams, I think..." Snape deliberately dragged out his tone. The little wizard below sat upright, with his neck straight, for fear of being caught by Snape.

Hermione wrote down every word Snape said. Ron leaned over, looked at the ink on the parchment, raised his eyebrows, and made a "wow" sound with his mouth.

"Our Mr. Velez, what are you doing?" Snape walked up to Ron at some point.

Looking at Snape's captivating black eyes, Ron felt a palpitation for no reason. He stood up tremblingly, put on a fake smile, and secretly complained that Snape was indeed worthy of being called the old bat.

Snape rolled his eyes slightly, "Ron Weasley is disrespectful to teachers, deduct one point."

Ron stretched his neck forward, a fake smile appeared on his face, and then he let it go immediately. However, he also understood that this was the result of Snape's mercy. It was just that he was careless just now and was caught by Snape.

When he sat down, he suddenly realized that Harry had been lying on the desk, staring at the quill in his hand. He hadn't even raised his head when Snape came, looking idle. Ron's back was all wet all of a sudden. Snape had obviously noticed this phenomenon a long time ago, which was why he came here.

He stood there in silence for a long time. Almost everyone in the class focused their eyes on Harry. Some were amazed at his courage, while others were dismissive. They thought this was just the way the savior appeared different from others. Those who really understood Harry were filled with worry at this moment.

Harry ignored all these gazes and closed himself into a small world. No one could get him out unless he wanted to.

Snape's patience had reached its limit. He also understood the reasons for Harry's recent depression, but the more he looked at that face, the angrier he felt.

He was just about to start deducting five or six points from Gryffindor when a girl in a Slytherin uniform in the back row suddenly raised her hand and stood up without Snape's permission. She said directly, "Professor, what potions will be tested in your final exam for Potions class? What's the meaning of the month before?"

At this time, the classroom was completely silent. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Snape was in a bad mood. A serious person would not interrupt his spellcasting at this time, otherwise he would vent his anger on himself.

What a warrior! This is what most people obviously thought.

Obviously, he had found a way out. He just thought again that if he made things difficult for Harry at this time, Dumbledore would definitely make things difficult for him.

When his eyes fell on the girl, his anger suddenly disappeared without a trace as if it was doused with water. She really looked like Lily.

Those emerald green eyes, that soft face, and black hair, the more he looked at them, the more they looked like his and Lily's child. He had fantasized about that before, and now it seemed like his dream had come true, with that person standing right in front of him alive.

He spoke softly, fearing to scare the girl in front of him, "Look through the book. As for the one from the last exam, it has no meaning as a reference."

Those who were sensible had already understood what Snape meant. He was not in a position to reveal the scope of the exam, but those that had been tested last time would not be tested, so several potions were crossed out.

Whispers suddenly broke out in the classroom. Some people talked to each other and looked at Harley. She seemed to be a very beautiful girl, but if you wanted to describe her appearance specifically, you couldn't see clearly. All you could see was a head of beautiful black hair fluttering on her shoulders.

"Could it really be Snape's daughter left outside?" Pansy came close to Theodore Nott. He had just received approval from Madam Pomfrey a few days ago to be discharged from the hospital. He actually had no memory of stabbing Malfoy. He only knew that as soon as he came out, he owed a big favor to the Malfoy family.

Theodore turned his head to look at Pansy, then set his eyes on Malfoy, who looked very healthy, and finally turned his gaze to the book in his hand.

He knew why Pansy suddenly asked this question, because since Malfoy came to this class, no, it should be since this girl appeared, his eyes have never left her. This kind of love is the most annoying.

Seeing that Theodore was silent like a dumb person, Pansy lay on the table, propped up her chin with her elbow, and carefully looked at the back of the girl in front of her. It was really interesting.

Snape walked up to the podium again and began to talk about the preparation of the last potion of this semester. Hermione opened her notebook and began to take notes furiously. Although she had seen this knowledge point countless times, every lecture of Professor Snape could bring her a different perspective.

Although he has many shortcomings, his ability in concocting potions is worthy of the title of Potion Master.

Harry was nudged by Ron's elbow and suddenly woke up. The blackboard was already covered with dense handwriting and many people had already started to arrange themselves. Ron and Hermione were in a group, and as for him, Harry turned his head and looked back, just in time to meet Harry's eyes.

The two of them sat down at the same small table tacitly. One of them started to set up the crucible while the other one sorted the potion materials on the small table.

The two of them didn't exchange a single word throughout the whole process, but that kind of natural tacit understanding could not be interfered with by others. Harry stood in front of the crucible, stirring it non-stop with his left hand, three circles counterclockwise, three circles clockwise, and with his right hand he took the materials that Harry had prepared and added them in at the appropriate time, watching the liquid in the crucible constantly changing color, from a transparent liquid like tap water to the azure blue of the sky, and bubbles appeared after a while, and when the last material was added in, it had successfully turned pink.

Harry stared at the pot of pink liquid in a trance, which brought back some bad memories. Harry walked to his side and patted his shoulder comfortingly. Harry grabbed her hand and squeezed it to show that he was fine.

Snape gnashed his teeth on the podium. No matter how you looked at this situation, it must be James' son who came to harm Lily -

hiss--

He frowned and came up to the two of them, staring at the cauldron carefully, wanting to find fault with it and deduct points from Gryffindor. Why was the tacit understanding between these two people so annoying?

But after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't find any fault. He gave Harry five points, then swung his sleeves fiercely and came to Neville's side. This little guy was the easiest to find fault with.

He would definitely take another ten points off Gryffindor today.