Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"But there's Lockhart—"

"Don't you understand Harry yet? Or do you not understand Lockhart's character? He brings all kinds of people in."

Dumbledore was scolded obediently, but he was not depressed. Instead, he was very happy. He seemed to be happy to see the boy regain his vitality.

"Okay, once he leaves, I'll appoint you as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

At this moment Dumbledore seemed to have truly unloaded a heavy package, his brows relaxed. When he came here, he saw that his most admired future successor turned out to be like this in another world. The more he understood his behavior, the more guarded he became.

As for whether you believe it completely, it depends on how time answers.

Snape did not walk far. He stood at the door of the corridor on the eighth floor, the only entrance and exit, waiting for Lupin.

"follow me."

Lupin was a little surprised. He had thought that Snape would be cold and resistant to him, but he didn't expect that on the first day they met, Snape would be the first to speak.

Lupin followed obediently behind, while Snape led the way quickly in front. When they came across a familiar office on the way, Lupin stopped for a moment. Snape turned his head and took a look. His eyes were like knives, stabbing into his arms.

Lupin sighed. He would be staying in this school for some time anyway, so he would come back and see later.

The two men walked one in front and one behind, with a distance of two or three meters between them. Snape was in the front, wearing a black wizard robe and walking like a bat. He had a strong aura, and almost all the young wizards stood obediently by his side. Lupin was very new to this feeling, and he accepted all the curious or mocking looks from the young wizards.

Lockhart felt someone staying in front of his office door for a long time. He opened the door and took a look, then saw several pretty girls coming up to him with notebooks in their hands. A smile appeared on his face, and one of the girls gasped, as if she was stunned by his handsomeness and couldn't control her breathing.

Lockhart invited them in. The most satisfying day for him at this school was when he could interact closely with high-quality fans and then develop his own market. See which family this person belongs to? He listened to the familiar names one after another, and it was as if he heard the crisp collision of gold coins, like a gushing waterfall, pouring into his pocket.

The little girl hiding at the back was the one that caught his eye the most.

The next target of development is a girl with long, shiny black hair, a beautiful and gentle face, emerald green eyes, a Slytherin uniform, and the implicit support of a circle of people around her.

He pushed up his cheeks unconsciously. Some people felt that they were impressed by his handsomeness, while some others felt that they had eaten a ton of lard. From the mouth to the esophagus, and then to the intestines, it was full of fishy stench, making people feel nauseous.

Lupin came to the first floor of the basement. He was extremely nostalgic as he walked. It turned out that the four of them formed a group of robbers. Potter and Sirius played better, and he took care of Peter more. However, he didn't expect that -

crunch--

Snape opened the door of his office and Lupin followed him in. He looked around and found that unlike Horace Slughorn's room, he liked to decorate it in a low-key and luxurious manner. There must be a red soft pillow in front of the fireplace, with cakes and candies within reach. The sofa must be the most expensive, and all the photos of him and high-ranking officials must be placed in the most conspicuous place.

Snape's office looked gloomy and dark. Various potion materials were neatly arranged and a crucible was placed on the open space in the office.

"Here you go. This is your wolfsbane potion for this month. Come here on this day next month to get it. I won't send it to you."

Snape rummaged around and took out a bottle of potion. He stuffed it into Lulu's hand and then sat down at the desk, apparently processing the homework he had done during his absence.

That's it?

Lupin was a little dumbfounded. What happened today was beyond his imagination. Although he rarely participated in their treatment of Snape during their school days, he also watched from the sidelines.

Now let him come and get it and then leave?

"Thank you so much. I'll be leaving now."

Lupin said something awkwardly, then left the office. He held the potion tightly in his hand, and for a long time he couldn't figure out what was going on.

After Lupin left, Snape took out a white silk scarf from the drawer and rubbed his fingers seven or eight times until they were red. He then put the scarf back into the drawer and pointed his wand at his fingers. "Clean them up, as clear as spring water—"

After casting several spells in succession, Snape finally felt much better. Just now, his fingers accidentally touched Lupin's palm. Thinking of this, he felt goose bumps all over his body and his hair stood on end.

Snape frantically cast the Occlumency spell, and when he calmed down, he looked at the potion in the crucible. This was another experiment, and they had probably explored 6 to 70 percent of the properties of this thing.

Harry knew that Professor McGonagall didn't have the next class, and neither did he, so he wanted to go and confirm what Dumbledore had said.

"Professor McGonagall," Harry walked to the front row when everyone filed out. There were still a few stubborn people in the classroom. Dudley leaned against the wall, staring at Harry's back, as if he wanted to see something from him. The communication function failed, and Dudley was very sure of this. What happened there?

As for how he determined that, Dudley even wanted to mention digging up his family's ancestral graves, but Harry remained indifferent.

Hermione was sitting in the first row, packing her books leisurely. Ron had already finished packing, and he witnessed with his own eyes Hermione taking a book in, putting it out, and putting it in again.

"Excuse me, Miss Robot, what's the short circuit on your part? Do you need me to find an electronics repairman to help you?"

Ron said this with a smile, he actually didn't want to stay here anymore.

Professor McGonagall and Harry turned around at the podium, and both of their eyes fell on Hermione. Hermione's cheeks turned red, and she reached her arm under the desk and pinched Ron's waist hard.

"No, thank you."

Hermione gritted her teeth.

Harry took out a roll of paper from his sleeve. Hermione was extremely sure. Then Harry unfolded it in front of her. Hermione felt a little desperate in her heart.

I thought I had rolled it up enough, but I didn't expect Harry to write all the questions on a piece of paper less than the width of a palm, and rolled it into a thick toilet paper.

Then, just like a paper tube that was accidentally knocked down, Harry shook his wrist lightly, and the paper tube started to run automatically, extending from the podium to Dudley's feet.

Professor McGonagall's eyes twitched, and the expression on her face looked as if she was constipated.