Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Suddenly at this moment, several lines of densely packed words suddenly appeared in front of him, and ancient Chinese slowly vibrated. Harry recognized that this was the language from a great oriental country, but he really couldn't understand it.

Suddenly, this line of words seemed to have its own consciousness. The strokes of each Chinese character were separated and then twisted into various angles, becoming as slender as before, and turned into the shape that Harry recognized.

"I'm so sorry, I forgot to change the language."

The entire paragraph became quiet, without the dazzling changes just now, and began to remain motionless, but as Harry's eyes moved, each one he saw would be slightly enlarged.

Gryffindor was stunned in his mind, could this be another power system in this world?

Originally, he wanted to continue looking down, but he was suddenly called by his master. He left in a hurry, leaving only a water mirror as tall as a person in the space, and the picture was still changing quietly.

"Shh, don't make any noise, don't panic, and don't let your emotions fluctuate. This is a space that absolutely belongs to you alone, and no one will spy on you."

These words appear one line at a time and disappear one line at a time.

"I hope you believe me."

To ensure the authenticity of his words, Harry quietly slipped into the Hogwarts in his mind and checked around. It was very quiet, with only a few professors around.

Harry is taking a class in the classroom.

Harry retreated silently, and then stood quietly in front of the principal's office. At this time, there was only a staircase going up, and the stone beast did not appear. Harry moved and walked up.

There was a bright red gem on the red wooden table. The light from the window penetrated the gem and shone on the table, leaving a small halo, bright red and soft, with vitality flowing inside.

Harry walked quickly forward and ran to the front of the table. Something was wrong. Was there something inside?

He picked up the gem and stood by the window, looking at it carefully in the sunlight. He found that there seemed to be a little female figure struggling and running inside. She was wearing white clothes and had silver hair. When she saw the piece she was in was lifted up, she ran faster and struggled more violently.

Harry looked around warily and found a crown on the table. This was the one he had handed to Gryffindor before, to be given to her master, Ms. Ravenclaw.

It seemed that Ms. Ravenclaw had not seen her for a long time. Harry looked down at the gem in his hand in disbelief. A terrible guess kept gushing out from his heart. Gem, gem and gem. The little man was a little tired from running, and then fell to the bottom of the gem.

The original clarity gradually became covered by a red film, becoming the most common appearance. The sunlight could no longer penetrate, leaving only a dark shadow.

Harry looked over his entire body and ripped a button from his clothes, which turned into an identical gem.

It seems like something is missing?

Harry hardened his heart, cut his finger, and dripped a few drops of blood on it. At the same time, he drew a few complicated runes with his other hand. They jumped into the air, solidified into shape, and then rushed to the button to become a gem.

Harry retreated quietly. All these actions were carried out very quickly. When he regained consciousness, only one minute had passed.

The subtitles in the air had dissipated, leaving only the last sentence, "Use it well and reply when school starts."

Harry solemnly put it into his arms, and the next moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Harry——"

Rosier was feeling a little uneasy staying there, as the inexplicable chill just now made her worry about Harry's safety.

"Please come in."

With a creaking sound, the fragrant tea aroma in the room soothed Rosier's nerves. Seeing that Harry looked fine, she breathed a sigh of relief. Behind her was a handsome blond man in a formal suit, holding a crumpled magazine in his hand.

The two people's eyes met in the air, Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Hunter opened his mouth wide.

Rozier noticed the behavior between the two and said, "What are you doing——"

"We've met before."

The two said in unison.

Then they nodded in sync, "Yes, we met once on the plane."

Harry and Hunter laughed at the same time, and Rozier also had a faint smile on his face. The atmosphere here was just right, but it was a bit serious on the other side.

Snape moved his research stuff back to his home in Spinner's End. Staying in the Potions office at Hogwarts always felt like he was working overtime, which Snape didn't like very much, and he also felt a little bit like escaping.

It was still extremely chaotic outside, with dirty streets, stinking ditches, and dilapidated houses covered with oil stains. There were naked men with sticks on the streets, their bodies covered with scars, and women who wrapped themselves tightly, walking slowly along the street. When the children came here, they were no longer innocent and romantic, but became timid, looking at the adults with fear in their eyes.

Snape was not bothered by it. Although the Muggles avoided his place, he could still imagine such a scene. He put down the stirring stick in his hand, and the curtains over there were automatically drawn, and the view in the room suddenly became dim.

The fluorescent light flickered, and the dim room suddenly became bright.

Snape was startled because he suddenly found that there was an extra person in the room. Dumbledore had come here at some point and was wearing his favorite blue wizard robe dotted with many yellow stars.

"Why are you here? You suddenly showed up here and you want to scare people to death."

Snape's venom spurted out mercilessly. He glanced at his crucible with a guilty conscience, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be brewing the orders from outside. He then felt less guilty and questioned with confidence.

"Severus, I need you."

Dumbledore's expression began to become unusually serious, and Snape could even see a subtle pleading in his deep blue eyes.

Snape stopped what he was doing and was silent for a moment. His protruding hooked nose looked unusually tall and straight under the light. It was only a few dozen gold Galleons. If he didn't want it, then he would give it up. No, he would ask Dumbledore for it after he was done.

"you say--"

He now put aside all doubts and assumptions. The last time he saw this look was when -

But what followed seemed like a very simple task, and Snape was a little unsure.