Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"No, someone is quite experienced in dealing with this kind of thing."

Dumbledore unconsciously added the sugar cube into the teacup in front of him, and then stirred it with the teaspoon beside him.

Snape nodded thoughtfully. Although he had not witnessed it with his own eyes, some things about the Dark Lord's generation were circulated during his lifetime.

"What about that guy? Where is he now?"

Harry's liking for this person suddenly grew. There were not many people in this world with such a kind heart. They were almost a rare species.

"With your teacher," Dumbledore said.

Snape still had no expression on his face, but his eyes were drooping and moving, and he was obviously thinking and weighing this matter. He knew that Harry had a mysterious teacher, but in the past few years he had been training with Mad-Eye Moody, but he didn't expect that the real person was Grindelwald.

Dumbledore had gone to so much trouble, Harry -

"Okay, Harry, you've fallen behind a lot during this period. The final exam will be in a few days. Are you ready?"

Dumbledore made up an excuse to send Harry away, and there were some things he didn't want to know at the moment.

"What about Sirius?" Harry took the letter from his sleeve and placed it on Dumbledore's desk. "Will he come back?"

"I'm sorry Harry, I can't be sure of that—"

"I'm sure!"

Gryffindor controlled his photo frame and jumped down from the top, first hitting Snape's head, then said sorry without any sincerity. Grindelwald immediately stepped aside, maintaining a smile on his face, and slightly raised his wand.

Harry looked at the naughty elder helplessly, "Well done!" He looked at Snape's red and swollen forehead, and his mouth couldn't help but reveal a smile.

Gryffindor heard Harry's praise in his mind and remained calm on the surface, but his shaking body actually showed his master's pride.

"What can you be sure of?"

Dumbledore had grasped the point, and Harry suddenly came to his senses. What was Gryffindor talking about? What could he be sure of?

The four people present gradually moved to one side of the desk. Snape just followed the others but he was still in shock. If he saw it correctly, this guy jumped down from the top. As for his appearance and the clothes he was wearing, plus Dumbledore's respectful attitude towards him, what era was this ancestor from who came back to life?

Gryffindor was walking on the lawn at this time, and the background behind him was Hogwarts in that space. There were some people walking behind him, including old people, children, and an elegant lady.

Harry took a quick glance and recognized many people. They were all his former teachers. The person at the back, with a slender figure and long silver hair gently draped over her shoulders, was a Ravenclaw whom he had not seen for a long time.

Harry had a good impression of this knowledgeable, kind and brave old ancestor. After all, it was she who saved Harry, and indirectly saved half of Harry's life.

Gryffindor coughed lightly and took out a round mirror. The mirror was blank. Looking at the confusion of the four people opposite him, Gryffindor leaned over and took a look. "Sorry, sorry, I made a mistake."

Grindelwald stood by without saying a word. Dumbledore once wrote to him to tell him about this matter, but he never believed it and was sincerely skeptical about the possibility that a person who lived thousands of years ago could be resurrected more than a thousand years later.

Now that I have seen it, I believe it about 60 to 70 percent.

First, ripples like water appeared in the mirror, and then, like a camera, it began to record the world from an objective perspective.

In this world, there are all the geological forms on the earth, mountains, rivers, of course, this is only a small part of it. There are also stars, sun, moon, and giant islands suspended in the air. It is like a bizarre dream of mankind. There is almost no law that can be described. It seems to be just a piece of plasticine kneaded and then abandoned here.

Gryffindor used his mind to focus on a vast grassland, zooming in and out. There was a group of cattle and sheep living on the grassland, and a man was herding them mechanically. A sheepdog circled its owner three times every once in a while, and the shepherd sometimes sat on the lawn, sometimes stood up and looked into the distance, and sometimes took out a kettle from his waist and poured water into it.

Everyone followed the shepherd's gaze and looked over there. It was an extremely magnificent palace. From a distance, it was glittering with golden light and extremely gorgeous. Outside the castle, there were some small mountain villages. Harry and Snape felt that they were familiar. If the castle was blocked, the small mountain village would be exactly the same as what they saw in that space.

Snape's brows were furrowed so much that they were about to be knotted. The direction of the development of this matter was becoming more and more confusing. It seemed that everything was just what others wanted them to see, and every step forward was designed by others.

The perspective gradually zoomed out. They passed the shepherd, crossed the vast grassland, and got closer and closer to the forest. There were all kinds of species in the forest, and all creatures lived in peace there.

The rabbit rides on the wolf's head, the eagle uses its mouth to tickle the fish in the river, the squirrel sleeps on top of a snake coiled like a mosquito coil, and there is a flytrap under the pine tree with flies flying in and out of it, as if it is setting up its own little home.

If I were to describe it in one word, it would be the reverse of Tiangang.

Unfortunately they couldn't see it. As everyone's sight got closer and closer to the castle, they could see soldiers patrolling on the outermost wall. Among them were blond men in white robes walking among them. They looked almost exactly the same, and so did the soldiers.

After seeing this, Harry took a deep breath. The scene could not move forward any further. Even though the Gryffindor's face turned red, it was of no avail. The people behind them could only see this far.

It's like playing a game, and the trump card is suddenly revealed, but it's not a good thing.

Gryffindor retreated reluctantly and came to a lawn outside the castle. A huge blue gate was placed in front of everyone. Except for Grindelwald, the other three recognized the door at once. They looked at each other tacitly, and their eyes crossed in the air.

"We have seen those small mountain villages outside before."

"That's true, but those things below are not meadows, but snow." Snape added to Harry's words.