Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Snape followed him closely. Gryffindor weighed the abilities of both parties. He could clearly sense Snape's strong vitality and abundant magic power, but he was still very weak, and his strength was less than one tenth of usual.

The light in Dumbledore's office was on. Gryffindor looked up from the bottom of the castle, and then the two of them walked through the dim hall. There were only four funnels in the hall emitting light of different colors, shining on the smooth floor. It was quiet and silent.

At this time, footsteps were heard in the distance, getting faster and faster. Gryffindor leaned over curiously. There was no figure in the dim corridor, but the sound was getting louder and louder. Was it this side?

"Little bastard."

Filch thought he had caught the Weasley brothers, and when he rushed into the hall, he unexpectedly saw Snape and the man standing behind him. The second half of his sentence and his voice gradually weakened, and the curse he had just uttered finally turned into a whisper.

“You are—”

"Sorry, I just got back. I have some things to do now. I need to go see Dumbledore."

Snape was very polite, and Filch was a little flattered. "No, no, no." He waved his hands hurriedly and quickly stepped back to make way for them.

Mrs. Norris walked out lazily. Instead of returning to her owner, she walked to Gryffindor's trouser legs, sniffed the smell, and then slowly returned to Filch. Filch was a little embarrassed, and he quickly picked up Mrs. Norris.

Gryffindor chuckled, this little guy is quite interesting.

"Let's go, time waits for no one." Snape said coldly.

If Filch had been closer, he would have easily noticed that Snape was pointing the tip of his wand at Filch's waist, but because the two were too close and in the dim light, he could hardly detect anything unusual, which also protected Filch.

Harry returned to the space, and another space bounced him out. There must be no chance to go back recently. Harry felt a little regretful when he sat on the ground. He looked at the glass wall more than three meters high in front of him. The bright subtitles on it were flickering faintly, but he still couldn't see clearly.

Harry ran over, followed by a shy Ron. "How's it going? What's the plan?"

Harry handed the blue gem in his hand to Harry, "You keep this for now."

Then Harry calmed down and told Harry what had happened in detail. They did not avoid Hagrid in their conversation, and with his face covered by his beard, almost no one could see clearly his expression at this moment, which might be shock or he might have expected it.

"Did that person escape? Will it have some negative influence on you?"

Harry was a little worried. In their original plan, Gryffindor should have been trapped here, but she didn't expect that he had a trick up his sleeve. The inner world was the space where Gryffindor had stayed for thousands of years, and the outer world was Harry's real world. Through his own magic, the two worlds were mutually complementary, and Harry, who could freely enter and exit the two worlds, became the anchor of Gryffindor's choice.

"I guess it was already drawn when he first came out."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

Harry remembered Snape in the painting. He was wearing thick clothes, typical of autumn and winter, and very real, as if he had seen him with his own eyes, with a frown, a hooked nose, and sharp eyes. And now it had only been a few days since the start of the school year and Snape had been sent out by Dumbledore. At the same time, the students in the school had not had time to see him wearing such thick clothes.

And the Weasley twins, they couldn't see it.

"Do you think he got away?"

Harry had a clear intuition that even though Gryffindor was very powerful, he always felt that there were still some things he had not thought through clearly. The fragments of the whole incident were pieced together into clues, but the chains between these clues were broken out of thin air, and there were still several important details missing.

"How did you know I would go there?"

This was the first time that Gryffindor came to the real world with his own body. It was also the first time for him to face his old friend, Dumbledore, with whom he seemed to have become close friends.

"Severus, you've worked hard. Go and have a good rest first."

Before leaving, Snape took a look at the man. Although he looked strong, he was very weak inside. Was this the ancestor of Gryffindor? Why was Dumbledore so cautious? He built up momentum early, and then, as if he had already calculated it, he let him dive out of the water and catch this man.

"Would you like some lemonade?"

Before Gryffindor could say anything, two cups appeared out of thin air on Dumbledore's table. Gryffindor shook his head to refuse, but this answer was exactly what Dumbledore wanted.

He enlarged the small cup in front of him, poured the lemonade in another cup into the deformed cup, threw in five or six sugar cubes, and took a big sip.

"want--"

Gryffindor gritted his teeth. The redness and swelling on his eyes had not completely subsided yet. With this action and expression, he looked like a man-eating devil from hell.

"Sure, sure." A small cup appeared in front of Gryffindor. It was only half full of lemonade, with a thin slice of lemon floating pitifully on the top.

"Did you team up with Harry Potter?"

For Gryffindor at the moment, this is the only reasonable explanation. He didn't expect that this kid would still deceive him at the last moment and made up a lot of high-sounding reasons.

Gryffindor was furious and regretted telling him so much information before.

"This has nothing to do with Harry."

Dumbledore's blue, sharp eyes penetrated the air between the two and pierced the confusion in Gryffindor's heart. His heart trembled, and he seemed to understand something. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. In this incident, each party has its own mantis and oriole, calculating against others to snatch the fruit, being calculated by others and losing the fruit.

"Harry, do you know you are like this?" Gryffindor suddenly chuckled. He suddenly remembered this question. He had asked Harry this question not long ago. The two foxes, one big and one small, actually made him confused.

If Gryffindor were given the chance to do so again, he would never get close to these two people, otherwise he would become unfortunate, as was the case with Harry and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled softly. He said nothing, but it seemed as if he had said everything.