Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The room inside was very clean. The wooden floor was unusually smooth with a small puddle of water on it. The pink toad was sitting on the ground in an ungraceful manner, panting, with fear that could not be concealed at all on her face. Her pink suit was torn in several places, revealing her taut fat.

"This is what you are doing?"

Dudley's tongue reached for his back teeth and he saw some very interesting pictures, but his puffed-up cheeks made his words slurred.

After Harry saw the three familiar people, the emotions that had just been separated from him quickly returned. He felt a little embarrassed, as if he was caught painting, and felt nervous and excited, so he quickly closed the door.

When the door closed, Umbridge finally breathed a sigh of relief, then her head tilted and she fainted in the empty room. The mural on the wall suddenly appeared, and the knight in the room looked at the toad on the floor excitedly, and quickly ran out of the picture. He wanted to tell his friends.

"We came to find you Harry, are you okay now?"

The sixth and seventh year students who had just fought hard at Hogwarts brought some news. They said that Harry followed Professor McGonagall into the Forbidden Forest, and then Professor McGonagall fell into a coma, but he came back safe and sound. They thought that there must be something wrong with Harry.

But the energy he had accumulated in Hogwarts for a long time and his reputation as a savior suppressed all of this.

"fine--"

Hearing this, Harry waved his hands, not caring at all. How hard would that person's life be if he was trapped in the words of others?

"I'm going to the infirmary first to visit Professors McGonagall and Snape. Professor Flitwick is waiting for me there. So, is there anyone who wants to go with me?"

They scattered in all directions, just as they had agreed. Not many students liked to see the teacher, which made Harry feel helpless. Is Snape so annoying?

Harry was quite surprised to see that Harry and Zhou Fu were walking together. After they turned the corner of the corridor, Zhou Fu pulled Dudley back and whispered in his ear, "How dare you leave before I finish my words?"

Dudley was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and felt like a knife was pressed against his abdomen. This feeling of crisis and powerlessness was like being lifted up by the neck. Even if he rolled up his abdominal muscles, he still couldn't reach the person's fingernails.

Harry didn't see what happened next. He stood there for a moment, then took one last look at Umbridge's office and turned and left. Professor Flitwick still wanted to find him to find out more about the situation, so he couldn't delay too long.

Umbridge felt that everyone around her had left, so she lay there quietly for about half an hour, then stood up like a carp and walked out of the office angrily. He was so arrogant, he didn't think no one would deal with him. She would report these weird things to the Ministry of Magic and then let the Daily Prophet disclose them. Let him be so arrogant, she thought viciously.

He couldn't get out of the fireplace, none of the owls listened to him, Apparition didn't work here, and even none of the secret passages worked.

Even though she wanted to go to Hogsmeade village, the entire Hogwarts grounds seemed to be against her. When she was thrown in front of Lupin's cabin for the 11th time, Lupin, who had been watching from inside the cabin for a long time, finally couldn't help it.

"Where exactly do you want to go?"

Umbridge didn't want to talk to Lupin. She didn't know about the others, but this guy, a werewolf, was an abuse to her just by looking at him.

Looking at the little wizards gathering in groups around the castle, trying to find some eight-eyed spider limbs or venom residues in the lawn and sell them to earn some pocket money, a brilliant idea flashed through Umbridge's mind.

Who was that Slytherin student who had flirted with her? What was his name? The big guy.

Umbridge was daydreaming here. It took her three days to bring down the savior, five days to reorganize the professor team of Hogwarts, seven days to win the consent of the board of directors, and one month to make the entire Hogwarts headed by her.

On the other side, Harry fell silent as he looked at Snape who had already woken up and Professor McGonagall who was standing beside the bed. He had already woken up when he was brought in? Was Madam Pomfrey so powerful now?

"Are you all right?"

Harry walked towards Snape with a frown, his wand pressed tightly against his sleeve, his back to McGonagall, his eyes full of vigilance.

At this time, Professor McGonagall also turned her head. She needed Snape to give him an explanation, and Snape was obviously silent at this moment. He looked at the wand next to his pillow, cast a flashback spell, a green light flashed, and the entire school infirmary fell into deathly silence.

The adult wizards present knew what the green light meant. At this moment, there was a commotion outside. No one knew what they were arguing about. If you listened carefully, you could hear the following sentences.

"Snape is asleep now. This is our only chance. Let's wait until all those people leave and then stay here and give him a big surprise."

"Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

The voice at the beginning said mysteriously, "Snape has suffered a lot in Hogwarts."

There was no sound because Madam Pomfrey came in with a tray of potions. Facing the bitter medicine, I believe few people would be in a good mood. She drove away some people who had recovered, including some who had just scratched their skin and dripped a few drops of blood, and some frightened little wizards, who were carried to the infirmary. Now there are some seriously ill patients who need treatment.

Madam Pomfrey looked at those whose legs were cut and whose calves were bitten with several holes by the spider's mouthparts with a headache. There were only a few assistants among the doctors in the school besides her, and the stored antidote was not enough. She hoped that Snape could get up quickly.

Not knowing what was going on inside, she looked inside and when she saw several people standing up with bad faces, she silently closed the door of the room.

crunch--

Finally breaking the deathly silence, Harry began to explain, "I was standing behind you and saw Professor Snape raise his wand."

"Thank you, Harry."

McGonagall's serious expression softened a little. She was suppressing her inner anger and disappointment. Her remaining rationality told her to listen to what Snape had to say.

When Snape was controlled, he could still see some images. Although this was not his intention, he almost hurt a colleague with whom he had been working for more than ten years and had a good relationship. This was one of his few interpersonal interactions.

"It's related to that thing. I was controlled just like the Acromantula."

Professor McGonagall immediately believed this explanation, which was great. She finally regained her usual calm, but her frown still revealed her inner anxiety.

She raised her wand and tied Snape to the bed. Snape did not resist and looked very calm. This calmness made McGonagall's hands tremble constantly.

"Now for the safety of the school, I need to wait until Dumbledore comes back to confirm before I can release you." She took a deep breath, and it was obvious that this decision made her very embarrassed and painful.

"I understand, Minerva."

This understanding tone made McGonagall feel even more guilty. She glanced at Snape, then patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "The students cannot know about this for the time being, so I can only give you very few points."

Harry nodded, and after Professor McGonagall left, he sat down across from Snape.