Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Why are we here—"

Snape looked around. Even though he was the one who did most of this, he still felt particularly curious to see the final result.

The castle in the distance was so majestic that it was almost as tall as Hogwarts. Do children nowadays have such high requirements for housing conditions? Snape compared it with Spinner's End, where he currently lived, and immediately felt that the difference was a bit too obvious.

Dumbledore brought him to the edge, and the green grass and gurgling stream beneath his feet suddenly floated past him. "Harry wrote to me, saying that there was a problem here. I came here and asked Mr. Weasley to help me with a small favor. I found that the matter was a bit serious."

Oh?

Snape moved closer. This was a very ordinary border, which would be found in any relatively wealthy wizarding family, except that this one was abnormally large.

The rockery and trees were motionless at this moment.

Snape looked around for a long time but didn't find anything wrong, so he turned to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore approached and lifted up the wizard robe on his left arm, revealing his strange hands, which were made up of tiny and dense cubes of different colors, just like the building blocks that Muggle children usually play with.

Snape's eyes twitched. The direction in which this matter developed was really beyond his expectations.

"You put a Transfiguration spell on your own arm?!"

"No, I asked Minerva, and this doesn't seem to be within the scope of Transfiguration."

Dumbledore looked relaxed. He didn't seem to think that having half of his arm turned into a building block was a particularly serious matter.

Snape was a little exasperated. He couldn't tell what to do with this old man. He seemed to regard everything as more important than himself.

"You can't help it?"

"No--"

"So what do you mean by calling me over here?"

Snape had a bad attitude. He felt that half of Dumbledore's arm was particularly eye-catching. The brain-blocking technique became extremely fragile at this moment. He took a deep breath and kicked the wall hard.

But before his feet reached that place, the wall suddenly disappeared, and the space began to expand outward, like a toy made of building blocks, stacking up the mountains and trees on the screen layer by layer.

Before Snape could see clearly, he was suddenly grabbed by Dumbledore and flashed to the outskirts of the castle.

A little red-haired boy was so frightened that the half hamburger in his hand fell to the ground with a plop. Snape looked at the residue at the corner of Ron's mouth with disgust, and the urge to wipe it off became more and more intense and obvious.

"Hello, Principal—"

At this time, Ron could still greet normally.

"Teach, teach, professor."

When Ron saw the professor coming to his house during the holidays (Harry's home was his own home, and Ron stamped the seal himself), he instantly felt uneasy. He hated home visits the most, and Ron cursed.

"In a situation like that, you have to evacuate immediately, otherwise you'll end up like me."

Ron pricked up his ears. What on earth was that?

Snape looked at Dumbledore with some disapproval. There was a child here.

Dumbledore understood immediately.

"It doesn't matter, Ron already knows."

(Ron os: What does this have to do with me?)

"Kids, we want some orange juice, do you have any?"

Ron understood that Dumbledore and Snape had something to discuss, so he immediately ran out, ran into the castle, and went to find Dobby.

Dumbledore then slowly revealed his true purpose.

“Anyone who comes near here will see two forms of the wall of that space. One is an ordinary boundary, and the other is something that looks like stacked wood.”

"After Harry told me about this, I rushed here without stopping and blocked the news at the same time."

"But I didn't expect to be tricked all of a sudden. I came here to ask if you have any magic potion to solve this problem. I also want to ask someone I can trust to understand the situation here."

Snape felt very comfortable when he was praised by Dumbledore.

"Let me take a closer look."

Dumbledore once again lifted the sleeve of his left arm. At this time, wind blew through the space, making the trees nearby rustle. The topmost treetops swayed violently in the wind, which was very comfortable.

Snape pinched it, and then made his most pertinent comment, "Actually, you should ask Madam Pomfrey this kind of question. She is the best expert."

Dumbledore was in a dilemma. No matter what, his weekly candy intake would be reduced in the end, and a few more bottles of tooth ointment would be added to his drawer.

Snape thought of the same thing and then sneered.

"It's hard to say."

"I've never come across such a strange disease."

Hey, something's wrong——

Snape felt the hard texture under his hands begin to soften again, and the straight edges of the blocks began to have the texture of skin. Dumbledore showed a look of surprise on his face.

Ron came over with two glasses of orange juice, and Hermione followed behind him. The two seemed a little restrained, and Hermione was very eager. Harry had told her that Dumbledore also knew about the book, and now Hermione had made some new discoveries, but Harry was not around. It would be great if the headmaster came.

It has been three or four months since Jerlan sneaked into Harry's residence and replaced the pendant on his neck. Judging from Harry's behavior during this period, Jerlan often held his breath, and he always felt that something bad was about to happen. He turned his head and looked at Harry next to him, "Why are you so cruel to yourself?"

Harry lay on the wooden table, his face pressed against the surface, wondering what he was thinking about? Anyway, he ignored Jerlan, who felt a little bored, and sighed deeply. In the end, he couldn't bear his conscience and decided to go to the place where Harry was carrying out the mission today to take a look.

It took quite a while for Jie Lan to leave.

Harry straightened up and looked outside the door with a gloomy look. It turned out to be him. Even if I didn't say it, it was him.

Is this a causal cycle?

At this time, the newspapers were full of praise for Harry Potter, the savior, but there were also some arguments pointing out that his recent law enforcement was too harsh. For a time, the message about the next Dark Lord was widely circulated in private, and there were even rumors that he was possessed by Voldemort. Jerryan was very worried.