Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Neville was very surprised that besides Dumbledore, there was someone else in Hogwarts who had the power to Apparate.

Harry was not surprised at all.

The surroundings were very empty and quiet. The noisy sounds of the little wizards below seemed to come from far away. There was also a group of people walking towards the forbidden forest, and another couple took a detour to the herb room, where Professor Pomona Sprout was waiting for them.

Some little wizards happily ran to the Quidditch field with their flying brooms. Some wizards who had no classes gathered in groups of three or four, reading under the shade of trees, running freely on the lawn, or playing at the edge of the Black Lake. The mountains in the distance were green and yellow, and autumn was approaching.

A cold wind blew by, making Neville feel a little cold. He looked at the scene with some melancholy. It was just an ordinary scene. Suddenly, he felt warm all over.

Harry happened to have put away his wand.

Neville nodded in gratitude.

“I’m over 80 now.”

Neville threw out such a powerful sentence at the beginning, and looked at Harry lovingly, as if he was looking at his own grandson.

Harry hadn't even spoken yet and he had already been demoted by several generations. What should he call him? Grandpa, senior? Looking at that familiar face, tender cheeks, except for the eyes full of vicissitudes, the rest looked younger than him.

Harry couldn't really say it.

However, Harry was very curious about what the world would be like in the future.

"Harry, listen!"

Neville seemed to come to his senses and suddenly held Harry's hands tightly. Before he knew it, his hands were covered in sweat. Harry even noticed that there were many small raised spots on his exposed skin.

"Don't trust anyone, ever, including yourself."

Harry listened quietly, and had several more thoughts of his own in his mind.

"Yo yo yo——"

The Potions class was still held on the first floor of the basement. The bright sunlight rarely penetrated into the classroom through the windows. Fine dust was floating in the air, and the extremely quiet classroom was slightly spinning.

Professor Snape, wearing his black robe which had not changed for a thousand years, strode into the classroom, extinguishing the only source of light. The windows were closed one after another, and the light in the classroom became dimmer.

Ron looked at the empty seat next to him, feeling uneasy. Hermione knocked on his hand. She was also very confused. Why hadn't Harry come yet? If he was caught by the professor -

The first thing Snape did when he came to the classroom was to look for Harry. Unfortunately, there was one person missing from the group of three. Even though they sat at the back, they still couldn't escape Snape's sharp eyes.

At this time, Gryffindor and Slytherin were having classes together. Draco Malfoy was looking for Harry among the Gryffindor students. The red hair was very conspicuous. He stretched his neck to look, but still did not see the familiar figure.

"Harry, Harry!"

"Yo yo yo——, let's see the great savior, actually——"

Snape laughed out loud.

Harry interrupted Neville's self-narration, shook Neville's hand, and asked very sincerely, "Do you remember what our next class is?"

Neville's excited expression froze immediately, with the tears that were about to fall still hanging in his eye sockets, like a frozen dumpling, emitting cold air from top to bottom.

Ugh--

Harry sighed and took Neville's hand.

As the world spun around, the two men tiptoed to the door of the Potions Room, intending to sneak through the back, but as soon as they reached the back door, it creaked open. Snape's face was still expressionless, but Harry knew how furious he was inside.

Gryffindor was deducted 20 points for this. After spending the whole morning at Lockhart's, they immediately lost 30/2 of the 3 points they had earned.

Harry walked in dejectedly, and was delighted to receive a month's detention. In fact, he didn't know that even if Harry didn't commit any big mistakes, Snape would find ways to let him in.

Dudley was huddled in the corner of the classroom at this time. He was bored watching the little wizards around him brewing potions. Then Snape walked up to them and kept spraying poison.

But he was not nervous at all, and after exchanging a glance with Snape, Snape was stunned for a moment, and then continued to patrol the back as if he hadn't seen anything.

If you ask what Dudley did during his disappearance, it was that he and the old professor reached a certain agreement.

Dumbledore had no way to resurrect Lily, but he could, although he also suffered considerable backlash. Hidden under his tightly wrapped clothes, on his tight chest muscles, there were some burn marks that could not be removed now, and would accompany him for the rest of his life.

Dudley abandoned the moral concepts he had developed during this period and did something secretly.

After class, Snape and Dudley walked in the same direction tacitly, avoiding the sight of most people, and walked into the dim little space. It was here that Harry had been imprisoned for a long time.

"What do you think about it?"

Snape took out a small bottle of potion from his arms. The pink gas inside was flowing slowly, emitting tiny fluorescent lights from time to time.

"That's my answer."

Dudley was very satisfied with Snape's cooperation. He also fulfilled his promise and took out a piece of worn parchment with complicated graphics from his sleeve, and then stuffed it into Snape's hand. "Deal is done. Happy cooperation."

After saying that, he disappeared.

Snape could feel the magic enveloping Dudley's entire body, and then blending into the environment like a chameleon.

Snape touched the parchment in his hand with satisfaction, then turned back to his office, picked up another tube of the same potion, and slowly walked to the eighth floor.

After they left, a suit of armor in a corner moved. Thousands of years had corroded his iron sheet, and rust ran through his entire body.

There were three jars of candy on Dumbledore's table. One jar was crystal clear orange, dotted with sparkling sugar grains, and cast a tiny orange light under the sunlight.

Another one is a crystal clear red fructose with a light yellow filling. After taking a bite, the fresh lemon scent mixed with strawberry, Dumbledore shook his beard with satisfaction. The gift box is always black chocolate mixed with white cream and brown nut particles.

Dumbledore was in a dilemma at this time. He didn't know whether to eat them all in one go or taste them one by one. Fortunately, Snape's arrival allowed him to make his own decision.

Of course they had to be hidden first. The gift from the owner of Honeydukes could not be wasted like this. Fox lazily raised his eyelids on the shelf, and after seeing the scene below, he yawned out of boredom and fell asleep again.