Harry Potter and the Rebirth

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The knock on the door brought Mag back to reality. "Come in."

The person who came was Snape. He was still wearing the black wizard robe, and the wide cloak fell to his ankles. When he moved, he looked like a giant flying bat, but today's cloak was very gorgeous, with a lot of gold thread embroidered on it.

"Severus, do you have something to talk to me about?" Professor McGonagall was a little surprised. Wasn't he responsible for escorting the little wizard home?

"Minerva, I just want to clarify the whole matter. Why did our plan suddenly change?"

McGonagall thought for a moment, then walked to Snape's side and said, "Let's go—"

"Hmm? Where are we going?"

"Go to Dumbledore's office. I think this matter will require the Pensieve to explain it clearly."

Snape nodded stiffly.

"Have all the little wizards you were asked to escort left?"

He hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slightly.

"What you're wearing today," Professor McGonagall noticed something strange about Snape's cloak today.

"Oh, of course it's very beautiful, isn't it?" Lockhart had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

Mag approached slowly.

In an instant, he was restrained and tied up by Mag.

"You're not Snape, who are you?"

"No, no, no, don't do it, I'm Lockhart, Professor."

The tall and thin torso instantly turned into a standard figure, the greasy black stockings were replaced by golden hair, and the mouth full of shining white teeth almost blinded Mag's eyes.

"Uh--"

McGonagall didn't believe that Rohart could get Snape's body tissue without anyone noticing. "You guys."

"This was given to me by Sneij."

Lockhart quickly interrupted him, fearing that if he didn't explain clearly, Professor McGonagall would accuse him of having bad intentions.

"I don't know why Hogwarts is suddenly disbanding. After Dumbledore convened the meeting, the young wizard left in a hurry without explaining anything."

Mag nodded, which was more reasonable.

"And what does this have to do with Snape?"

She held her wand close to Lockhart's neck, the Transfiguration Master wanting to check if this person was the real Lockhart.

"I saved Snape."

McGonagall couldn't help but laugh, the tone was very much in keeping with Lockhart.

"Then I thought about how close he was to Dumbledore, so he must know about this, so I went to ask him, but he refused to tell me."

"So you came to me?"

Lockhart's face was depressed. "Yes," he said indignantly, "I thought so. His tone was quite kind today. He was willing to lend him the cloak that he treasured in his closet, and said--" He looked up at McGonagall.

"What else can you say?"

"He also said that this was a gift from you. Wearing this will definitely stop you from doubting my identity."

Lockhart was as depressed as an old dog. Only at this time did Magg feel relieved. She untied the ropes on Lockhart and invited him to sit on the sofa.

"This is indeed the first gift I gave to Snape."

McGonagall recalled that Christmas, when she took the first step to show her friendship to her new colleague. Snape also sent back a gift, which was a bottle of beauty potion.

But Snape never wore the cloak he had sent him, until one day -

Professor McGonagall was lost in thought. Lockhart approached Professor McGonagall with a playful smile, "Professor, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing. Then why don't you just come and ask me? I might be able to answer you."

"Professor, look at your word choice. Maybe, can you tell me now?"

McGonagall turned around awkwardly and sat back in her seat, fiddling with the documents on the table.

Very good, action has answered everything.

Seeing Professor McGonagall's shy and embarrassed look, Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief and then stormed out of the office.

At the last moment, I heard a weak voice, "Sorry, Lockhart, this is news from within our organization."

Lockhart paused, then managed a sentence, "I know."

Then he left here, feeling a little disappointed. Dumbledore still didn't trust him. He changed his mind and turned all his disappointment into anger towards Snape. "I'm going to wait for you in the office. Give me an explanation."

Peeves was floating in the sky. The departure of the little wizard made it feel depressed. It itself was a collection of thoughts of Hogwarts students over thousands of years. Losing the little wizard was like losing its engine.

Look, it doesn't even have the strength to hit Lockhart with its dung balls. What a terrible thing.

No, Hogwarts cannot be disbanded. It feels that it has never faced such a huge crisis. Now it can only ask those well-informed ghosts. Even the Bloody Baron of Slytherin appeared in its mind.

Peeves shuddered.

"No, I have to figure this out quickly."

There were many people like Peeves, and the rest of Hogwarts fell into panic, but only a few people knew the truth.

When all the students were gathered in the hall, a roll of parchment appeared in Dumbledore's hand, which was full of names. He divided the crowd into two columns, one for the invaders and the other for the normal little wizards.

Those young wizards who were still normal were sent back to their homes under the pretext of the holiday, while the rest stayed in Hogwarts, under the personal supervision of Dumbledore.

Another consideration is that parents are the ones who are most familiar with their children and will be able to quickly learn of any abnormalities, which will also facilitate future screening variables.

Draco sat at the dining table dissatisfied. There was a lot of noise around him, and many wizards behaving strangely were surrounding him. He didn't feel scared when he saw this scene, but just felt extremely irritated.

What the hell is Dumbledore doing? He can't even study properly every day. Something goes wrong every day. He might as well go home and watch the peacocks in the manor.

Is there anything they have in common?

Draco couldn't help but ask Harry in his mind.

"What? You were left behind too?" Harry's voice was buzzing, as if covered by a very thick layer of transparent plastic film, and his unkind laughter was heard.

"Don't laugh at me, do you know what's going on?" Xiaolong was almost about to explode. His father and mother were waiting for him outside the auditorium, but they were stopped.

"Dumbledore must have other uses for you by keeping him here. Look carefully at them. They are the same as us, yet different."

Draco's mind turned slightly, and he looked at the girl next to him who was looking at him with infatuated eyes.

Well, he was very familiar with that look, so it wasn't strange.

Holding someone else's magic wand and your own magic wand is like holding chopsticks!

This was truly an astonishing discovery. Draco observed carefully and saw that his eyes contained pity for him, as well as a hint of imperceptible desire and greed.

mercy!

Under what circumstances will one have compassion for others?

"I see, Harry, just do your thing and come back soon."

Harley watched the conversation between the two in her mind, and shifted uncomfortably as she lay in the dorm, "Can you two stop being so affectionate in front of me?"

"What kind of words are you using? We are just normal brothers."

Harry sat on the old dragon's head as the images around him continued to flash by.

"Do you think this is brotherly love? Who would say come back quickly in that tone? Isn't this just a wife waiting for her husband?"

Harry was speechless, but looking at Harry's smiling face and the excitement and excitement in her eyes, he wished he and Draco could tie them together with a rope forever.

Then it dawned on Harry.

He stopped talking and did not argue. If he dared to say another word, this idea would probably become a reality by Harry's hand one day.

Are you really me?

Harry snorted in dissatisfaction.

Here, Draco stood up from the stool and walked towards the girl.

He looked at the girl carefully. Well, she was very ordinary. Among the crowd, she was like a drop of water merging into the sea. There was nothing special about her.

The girls were very excited.

Draco walked over quite reservedly. After all, this was how one should treat Master Malfoy.

Unlike when he was with Harry, he felt like he was almost dispensable and a useless burden.

"you--"

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh—”

A scream, "Xiaolong talked to me, Xiaolong talked to me, mommy, oh so cute, so cute."

The people around were all frowning, and those who understood couldn't help but laugh out loud. These people were out of tune with the atmosphere around them. They were bright and cheerful, with no class concepts and no identity differences.

The fresh breeze from the 21st century has blown away the dead silence of the 90s.

Draco's pale face instantly turned red, and he tried to defend himself, "Don't call me little dragon, that's what my mother calls me."

He was very surprised why these people knew his nickname.

"Oh no, you are Xiao Long."

"Hahahaha" there was a burst of laughter all around.

"Little guy, I'm your fan." A boy who was taller than him, wearing Gryffindor robes, with brown hair and blue eyes, came up to him and touched his hair.

"You, you are so bold."

There was another round of laughter. Draco wanted to scare these ignorant people, but before he could take out his wand from his sleeve, it was snatched away by another boy.

"Tsk tsk, this is the legendary magic wand, with pure and clean unicorn feathers and hard and heavy hawthorn wood."

The girl rushed over and grabbed his hand rather offensively, with a loving look in her eyes. Looking at the girl who was younger than her and a head taller than her, Draco felt creepy.

"You, you, don't come over here."

These crazy people - but -

He must have traveled from the future. Draco was very familiar with this. The future world should be like this.

Are these all the people?

He looked around and saw many very familiar faces. Those Slytherins were staring at the red velvet cake on the dining table, sitting rudely on the stools with their legs apart.

His personality and behavior have completely changed. Could it be that the pink mist is causing all this trouble?

But Draco didn't see that although those things were scary, they were enemies in the open. There would be signs every time they attacked, and they could be identified.

Draco tried to count the number of people who had silently taken control of the hall, but he couldn't count them.

With so many people in the control hall, he took the initiative to skip this step and continued thinking. As long as the main line was correct, he didn't care about the details.

Why did Dumbledore keep him here? Ron must be a bit strange, so why did he let him go home?

And then there was Cedric and Neville, both guys just like usual.

Neville's face flushed and he stammered, which caused him to be teased by the people around him. Cedric, however, was still that good guy.

Draco was shocked by his own brain circuits. Why didn't they change at all? Could it be that Dumbledore's selection was wrong?

No, could it be like myself and Harry? It's not that another soul has taken over this body, but that the self from the future and the self from the past have merged with each other.

No, Draco walked through the crowd towards the two of them.

It just so happened that they sat together, which made communication between them more convenient.

Draco put his hands on their shoulders. Cedric was all smiles, holding a golden egg in his arms, while Neville shivered. He was very afraid of this very famous Slytherin.

"What do you want from us?"

“We were all left behind.”

"so what?"

Cedric said with a grin.

This guy is really hard to deal with, Draco thought to himself.

The parents outside the door had already dispersed, and Professor McGonagall started to chase people away from the outside.

Draco drew his attention back.

"Don't you want to know why we're left here?"

Some people around turned their heads.

Draco looked around and forced them all back with his authority as the head of the Malfoy family for many years.

But they were still close.

"Okay, let's go."

Cedric stood up holding the golden egg.

"Why are you still holding on? Do you think we can still play normally?"

"Why not?" Cedric asked.

Drake was silent. Yes, no one said the game was stopped, so would this also be the second game?

When he thought of this possibility, he was stunned on the spot. Some newcomers around him had already started to exchange their experiences. People from different schools were talking to each other without any scruples.

"Is it so generous?"

Neville listened at the side, not quite understanding what was going on. He saw his grandmother at the door and waved happily, but when he saw the strong worry in her eyes, he retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"I'm kidding. Slytherins have complicated minds. They can think so much about just one sentence."

Cedric said sarcastically, and Draco's fist immediately hardened.

This good man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a black heart.