Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The moon is exceptionally bright tonight.

Lupin came here alone. From today on, he was the new Hogwarts key keeper and gamekeeper.

“Is this where I’ll be working from now on?”

Lupin looked around and Dumbledore told him to get familiar with the working environment here first, because he would have new tasks when Hagrid came back.

Lupin was very grateful to Dumbledore for helping him when he was in poverty. By the way, where is Sirius? He was looking forward to meeting this old friend after more than ten years.

Harry's negotiations with Hagrid reach a deadlock.

The two men were silent, not saying a word, each waiting for the other to show weakness first.

When Hagrid entered Harry's mind, some of his memories were also shared. It was the beginning of the school year, when Harry had just entered Hogwarts and was not in school.

One night, Hagrid was boiling water in an old iron kettle, and the fire in the fireplace crackled. Hagrid glanced back, and Harry saw that the picture here seemed to flash. She keenly noticed that something was wrong, and then the decoration style of the whole house changed.

Harley pointed these out.

Hagrid seemed surprised. "When did you perform Legilimency on me?"

Harry smiled and shook his head. It was better not to explain this situation clearly. Seeing that Harry had not expressed his thoughts clearly, Hagrid sat down. He looked around. Countless tiny runes were spread all over the walls. He tried to get closer, but the walls extended infinitely outwards. It was an eternal cage.

"Okay, I admit it, but I want to live a good life. Is there a problem?"

Hagrid denied it. Why did this girl appear here with Harry? Was Harry controlled by her? What were they talking about just now?

Suddenly, the whole space began to shake violently. At the same time, the third photo frame on the top row in Dumbledore's office inexplicably turned dim. The headmasters below noticed something was wrong and reported it to the outsiders. Dumbledore hurried over.

At this moment, in Harry's dormitory, the shadow of the bed inexplicably shortened, and then the shadow of the dormitory door began to grow larger, and gradually returned to normal. Everything was done quietly. Dudley, who was sleeping on the edge of the bed, suddenly turned his still eyes, chuckled, then turned over, and crawled into the warm bedding, and then he really fell asleep.

The surface of the Black Lake began to glow brightly. Lupin, who was tidying up the cabin, leaned out of the window to look. At the same time, the Weasley twins, who were keen on night outings and were playing a cat-and-mouse game with Filch, were attracted by the blazing white light above the Black Lake.

"Cool~ Bro, what is this? Should we go take a look?"

"Okay!"

The two brothers hit it off immediately. They didn't care about Filch who was chasing them breathlessly. They turned to a dark corridor, opened a secret door in the corridor and went in. Filch hurried over, stared at the empty dead end in a daze, then threw his hat heavily to the ground and stomped his feet twice in anger. "Don't let me catch you two, you little bastards!"

Mrs. Norris followed slowly and pulled up Filch's pants. Filch gently picked her up and said, "Good cat, it's late today. You should go to bed first."

The Weasley twins were in the secret passage at this time, excitedly discussing the dazzling white light on the Black Lake. "What do you think it could be?" "Maybe it could be a treasure!"

"Then we'll be rich!" the two said in unison. Even in the dark, narrow, and dirty passage, it did not dampen their excitement.

"Speaking of this scene, why does it seem familiar to me?"

"Hiss, it seems to be alas."

"Wait for the noise coming from the front."

Fred grabbed George who was rushing forward, and the two brothers stayed close to each other, listening carefully to the noise getting louder and louder.

"I think it's better to go back to sleep."

In the dark secret passage, no one knew who made the first suggestion.

"good idea!"

The two of them half-crouched and ran out as if they were escaping. As for who the person opposite was, who would want to know? If Gryffindor was deducted 200 points tomorrow, then they would be the main culprits for not winning the House Cup this year.

The light on the Black Lake gradually dimmed, and then it was led into the darkness and flew into Dumbledore's office. Lockhart was wearing a flashy purple robe at this time. He seemed to have just returned from outside and witnessed the whole process of the light on the Black Lake changing from bright to weak. "This is interesting--"

He held a glass of red wine and drew his curtains. On a red table in the room was a blue candle, emitting a fresh fruity scent.

Fawkes flew in from the window. Dumbledore stood in front of the portrait in silence. He looked down at the portrait frame that was broken into four pieces. Without using his wand, he lowered his head and picked it up piece by piece and put it on his desk.

Fawkes flew to Dumbledore's shoulder and pecked his face gently with his beak. He stroked Fawkes' wings and said, "Thank you for your hard work today."

Fawkes noticed that his master was in a low mood, so he rubbed Dumbledore's cheek gently with his head.

"Okay, okay, I got it." Dumbledore smiled slightly. He understood that Harry had actually succeeded. In that case, most of the hidden dangers in his mind were eliminated.

In the broken photo frame, Gryffindor fled in a panic. He exchanged glances with Dumbledore, and then was sucked in by some strange force. Looking at those eyes full of hatred and anger, he seemed very calm.

Dumbledore picked up the wand and looked at it with his head tilted. The old wand that had accompanied him for many years was borrowed by Grindelwald. Now he was using this spare wand and was a little uncomfortable with it.

"But it works."

Dumbledore murmured softly, Delys Devonte looked at him worriedly, and Phineas Black changed from his usual informality and became silent. He did not say anything inappropriate at this time.

"You just did what you should do. Don't feel guilty." Armando Dippet's voice broke the silence. He looked at his successor, whom he was very satisfied with, and for a moment he didn't know what to comfort him.

"Don't worry, I won't feel guilty." Dumbledore stood up from his chair and walked to the Sorting Hat. The worn hat had a crack in it. "Principal Dumbledore, I feel something strange."

Dumbledore lifted his hat and reached inside, but he didn't find what he wanted. "Can you feel it?"

"It should still be there, but it may take some time to recover." The Sorting Hat thought for a moment and said.