Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Ron: "Nothing."

Then he wandered around the edge of the wall for a long time, as if looking for something.

"Are you looking for stairs?"

Harry came close to Ron and whispered these words in his ear.

Looking at Ron's wide eyes, his pupils trembled slightly, but fortunately, Harry did not feel scared, just a little surprised and at a loss.

"Come to my room later." Harry patted Ron's shoulder.

Ron shuddered all over, and couldn't describe the feeling for a moment. Was he afraid? Not really. He believed in Harry's character. If he wasn't afraid -

Actually, there is a little bit.

Ron hated himself for being so rude. The wall he was holding on to suddenly became cold, and then became sticky. It was a kind of spiritual stickiness, and Ron quickly let go.

"What are you doing?"

Hermione was very curious about what kind of magic this was. The original mosaic turned into a solid wall, but she turned her head to look at the two boys standing aside. They were whispering something.

"Nothing." Harry put down his hand on Ron's shoulder. What happened today made him more confident.

Hermione was a little dissatisfied. These boys didn't tell her anything and she always felt excluded.

No, Hermione was determined to get to the bottom of everything. It was she who discovered that something was wrong with Harry last time, and it was because of her that the translation had made a breakthrough this time.

Harry arrived late, but everything was the same as usual, nothing special happened. "What are you doing here?"

Harry didn't find this place accurately at once, but looked along the edge and walked a little further before he discovered the three people gathered here.

Hermione looked up. She was very happy that there was another girl. Now she didn't have to squeeze with those smelly boys. She trotted over, took Harry's clothes and came to the wall, and told her everything that had just happened.

"Is it possible that this is an illusion?" After listening to this, Harry had some ideas of his own. There are four possibilities for this matter. Either what they saw just now was fake, or what they see now is fake, and another possibility is that they have never seen the true face of this border.

The other possibility is that the boundaries of this space are unstable, so there will be various situations, and everything you see is real.

"Harry," Harry walked up to Harry, "did you develop this space by yourself, or did others do it with you?"

"It was Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Snape and me. The three of us worked together."

"Wow, Harry! You actually know such advanced space spells." Although Ron often came to supervise, he did not follow the whole process. He just found that the house changed every day.

"Why don't you write a letter to tell Headmaster Dumbledore about this situation? We don't have a very deep understanding of spells in this area, or Professor Flitwick can give you some different ideas."

Harry communicated with Snape in his mind. Snape's attitude was particularly gentle at this time. He had completely lost his usual sarcasm. He fully understood the current situation of Harry and the others in a very short time.

He took the matter upon himself.

Harry was very surprised. He did not face any ridicule during his first communication with Snape, but was just like an ordinary classmate. This made him wonder if Snape was transported by someone else. However, the fact that he could communicate with him meant that they had a deep connection in terms of souls.

After receiving Harry's message, Snape fell into deep thought, but his men continued to move, stirring the green liquid in the crucible, turning it three times clockwise, three times counterclockwise, then stopping for a minute, and adding the materials on the side into the crucible in order.

He is now preparing a large order from others, and there is a crucible next to him. The crucible is covered with a layer of transparent glass, just like the pots and pans used by Muggles for cooking. The things inside keep changing their shapes, from crystal clear snowflakes to muddy soil.

"Perhaps we can try it out—"

The slight and tiny voice was drowned out by the crackling sound of the potion being brewed. Snape's face remained expressionless. In the dark basement, the scorching sunlight outside could not penetrate the thick walls. It had been like this for thousands of years, just like Snape's closed heart. The heavy love and guilt sealed his self in a small cage.

Almost in the same room, Ravenclaw was trapped in a huge red gem, and opposite him stood Gryffindor, holding a rough crown in his hand, which was found by Harry and later thrown into the Ravenclaw common room.

Now this little crown has found a new use again.

"You still won't tell me, how can I restore the original state?"

To be honest, Gryffindor was a little fed up, he didn't actually like blood, nor did he enjoy the pleasure of torturing people very much. Facing his old friend, he had hidden with him in Hogwarts a thousand years ago, imitating the actions of the four founders, and finally after they came back from that place, his soul was born, and after their death, he inherited part of their will.

He is him, but also not him.

Gryffindor summoned a water mirror, adjusted the viewing angle on the mirror, and aimed it at the outside of the blue gate. There was green grass with gems of many colors scattered among it. From time to time, there were soldiers holding spears and wearing knight armor from the last century passing by.

The Ravenclaw's eyes widened.

"For the sake of our past as colleagues, as long as you tell me the solution, I will return to my original form and you will still be your Ravenclaw."

Gryffindor was now very upset. The original order was defeated in an instant. Now, maintaining the scene in front of the two Harrys required a lot of his energy and magic.

Ravenclaw turned his head away. Now they were competing to see who had more patience. Once the flaw was exposed and discovered by Harry, the entire timeline would be greatly shifted and everything would be rewritten. It was still uncertain who would win or lose.

Seeing Ravenclaw still stubbornly silent, Gryffindor's eyes began to turn red, the corners of his mouth cracked, revealing bloody teeth, and his hair turned from its original dark red to dark black and began to move without wind.