Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Please make way. Sorry." Percy was sweating, his face was pale, and his chest was heaving violently. He pushed through the crowd of people in front of him until he saw his sister Ginny at the dining table. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

When he woke up in the morning, his roommate told him a shocking news. Professor Kettleburn disappeared last night when everyone was asleep. At the same time, there were rumors that the reason for his disappearance was pointed to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

Percy couldn't help but think that Ginny had found him when he was sleeping at night and asked him about this matter in a roundabout way.

He got dressed and rushed to the Gryffindor common room, pulling in one of Ginny's roommates. When Percy learned that she woke up in the morning and saw that she was not in the dormitory, his heart sank from head to toe.

For a moment, the familiar feeling of panic came over him again. He seemed to see his brothers and sisters disappearing one by one, and he was powerless to do anything.

"Ginny!"

She was hugged by her brother and almost choked. She chewed and chewed hurriedly to swallow the bread in her mouth, and asked in a slurred voice, "Brother (chewing sound), what happened?"

"I'm glad you're okay. The principal has sealed off the 8th floor and has moved himself to the 7th floor. Don't take any risks. Did you hear me? Mom and Dad are already very worried."

Percy seemed to have just realized what he had just done. He put her down awkwardly, his cheeks flushed, and ran away in a hurry.

"Pfft..." Ginny laughed, and Percy quickened his pace.

However, the more dangerous it is, the more curious she is.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion at the Slytherin table, and a girl shouted something loudly. Ginny put her knife and fork on the table, stood up, and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

It's Pansy!

Slytherin has always paid attention to its image, especially Pansy who claims to be a pure-blood family. There is a huge barrier between her and other ordinary wizards, and she would never appear in front of everyone like this.

"Draco is missing! Really! You have to believe me, Draco is really missing."

The aloof Nott sat in his seat. Upon hearing these words, he straightened up unusually and looked at the somewhat crazy Pansy hesitantly.

"How is that possible? I just saw him this morning. He should have come to the auditorium later."

"Yeah." Nott chimed in. "I came out with him, and we've only been here for half an hour. How could he be missing?"

Pansy seemed to calm down, and around her, a circle of students looked at her.

The Malfoy she was talking about was now standing at the eighth floor staircase, and above him was Snape, who had an expressionless face.

"are you ready?"

"I'm ready, but what about you? When will you come? When will you come?" Draco asked.

"Dobby still has some unfinished business. I need to stay in this world for a few more days."

"How about I accompany you?"

Snape shook his head slightly.

Draco shuddered. "Don't talk to me with that face, Harry. I want to see you."

I don't know why? He was worried. The plan was perfect. Most people could be saved. They could live happily in another world. No one would die.

but.

Harry's emerald eyes were bright and gentle, full of vitality, and he returned to his normal self.

"Come on, I'll take you all back."

Draco nodded slightly, then finally stepped onto the eighth floor, hugged Harry, and buried his head in his neck.

"I'm waiting for you to come back. We're all waiting for you to come back."

"it is good."

"Then what I am going to do next is——"

He pointed to the wall beside him, and then to Harry's bulging pockets, where many beads were hidden.

"Don't know what color I am?" he muttered.

"I think it must be platinum." Harry's tone was very gentle. He stared at Draco's hair and said with certainty.

"Wuhu, that's pretty good too." He tilted his head, and in Harry's arms he really turned into a platinum round bead.

Harry solemnly put the beads into his pocket. When he was tidying up his clothes, he suddenly noticed some movement behind him.

Didn’t he tell the students not to come up? He frowned, wondering who was so bold?

He pretended not to notice and unscrewed the bottle of potion in his pocket. There was a rich black liquid inside. He swallowed it in one breath, enduring the severe pain, staring at his shadow getting longer and longer, and then used his not-so-skilled brain-occlusion technique to control the muscles on his face.

hiss--

It was a sob, and Harry's left ear moved.

It was time to go downstairs. He stood at the eighth floor, waiting for the staircase to come to his feet, and then went downstairs.

The voices behind me were intermittent. If I walked further, I would reach the students' classroom, which was not convenient for conversation.

Thinking this, Harry turned sideways and hid in the shadow of the corridor to conceal his figure.

Da da da.

"It shouldn't be like this. He should have been here just now. How come he disappeared in the blink of an eye?"

Her brown hair was very fluffy, with natural curls draped over her shoulders. Her fair skin had a few light freckles, and her big, noticeable teeth looked like a rabbit. She was holding a pile of books at this moment.

But at this moment, she stared at the corner of the window and saw a black figure in the distorted refraction. Hermione froze in place. At the same time, her arms lost strength, and the book in her arms fell down involuntarily, and some notes inside flew everywhere.

"You, who are you?"

The man came silently, without any sound or smell. He only pointed his cold wand at the back of Hermione's neck.

Goose bumps immediately appeared on the back of her neck.

Harry did not communicate this plan to her, as he was afraid that her clever mind would see through his plan. Professor Trelawney was waiting outside the girls' dormitory last night. Although he was not strong, he still did not want to meet this professor with the gift of prophecy, so he had to take action during the day.

Before leaving, Draco sneaked past Hermione and successfully brought her to the eighth floor.

"Is that you, Harry? I just saw it. What on earth are you doing at Hogwarts? Where have those professors gone?" Hermione's voice was particularly sharp at this moment.

Harry sighed. He didn't want to face the doubts of his former friend. He wanted to attack her directly and decisively, hoping that he would have a chance to apologize to her in person.

But Hermione seemed to be prepared. She crushed a small ball in her hand, and some white gas gushed out.

No! We can't let her escape.

Harry hardened his heart, and silver threads gushed out, wrapping her tightly in an instant.

"Don't move, Harry! I don't want to do anything to you."

A gust of wind blew past, breaking the window on one side of the corridor. The light from outside rushed in, and another heavy bead appeared in Harry's pocket.

When the smoke cleared, he could have used Apparition to leave, as this was the authority of the acting principal. However, after hearing the voice, he hesitated for a moment and was trapped in the corridor instead.

The voice was extremely familiar. It was Weasley, and it was Professor Flitwick who appeared before him.

Harry felt his wrist suddenly being tightly grabbed by someone, Kingsley Shacklebolt suddenly appeared, and tied him up with a long rope.

Harry was pressed to the ground with Snape's face on his face and his clothes in disarray.

"Harry, no, Snape?" Flitwick came closer and asked hesitantly.

At this moment, a hearty laugh suddenly came into Harry's ears, and it seemed that only he could hear it clearly.

"What's going on? Little Harry, do you need my help?" It was Gryffindor.

"Stop talking nonsense." He cursed viciously. He thought he was ready for everything, but he didn't expect that when he saw the acquaintance, he still felt a little bit reluctant.

"Yes."

Hogwarts Castle began to shake slightly. Kingsley Shacklebolt handed "Snape" to Weasley beside him, raised his wand with some caution, and at the same time bowed his head to greet Flitwick, signaling him to pay attention to the surrounding situation.

thump—

cough cough-

"Snape" disappeared, and a big hole suddenly appeared in the wall beside him. When everyone's attention was focused here, it was in the process of healing on its own.

You can clearly see the muscles inside wriggling, the blood vessels densely woven into a network, and the white nerves slowly extending along the blood vessels.

Weasley felt as if his throat was stabbed, and he bent over with a surge of acid.

"Why did I hear Miss Granger call out Harry just now? And you, Mr. Weasley, you seemed to be Snape just now." Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke.

"Oh, really?" Weasley pinched the corner of his clothes nervously. Just now, when he looked into Snape's eyes, there was no usual coldness in their eyes, but only some guilt and uneasiness.

"I feel that's Snape. He used to work for Voldemort, so it's reasonable for him to do something like this now."

Flitwick glanced at him. His height was just the same as the big hole in the wall, so he could see some details more clearly.

"In Hogwarts, apart from the house-elves, only the headmaster has the ability to Apparate."

Kingsley Shacklebolt did not dwell on this question too much. He added, while consulting his two teammates, "Flitwick, you go to the big kitchen under the Great Hall. Weasley, you and I will go to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor. Perhaps we can find some answers there."

Weasley nodded in agreement. He glanced hesitantly at Flitwick who turned and left, and finally asked, "Aren't you coming with us? Otherwise, we can go to the headmaster's office first, so that one of us can look after him. If we run into Snape again, we will be able to fight back."

"Ah, no, no."

Weasley licked his dry lips and lowered his voice under the increasingly suspicious eyes of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"let's go."

"Little Harry, where have you been? Do you need my help?"

Gryffindor was very happy at this time. He held Harry in one hand, and the other hand turned into a long octopus tentacles, the suction cups on which kept wriggling and secreting a transparent liquid.

Harry frowned and took a look, then said, "I need to continue lurking in Hogwarts, but Snape's identity cannot be used this time, so I have to change to another one. You wait here."

"Why are you still staying there? They are suspicious of you."

"It doesn't matter. It's actually very safe for me there."

Gryffindor frowned, somewhat confused.

"How is that possible? You just asked me for help. Your own plan and whereabouts should have been seen through by others." He said with some dissatisfaction, secretly complaining, if it is safe there, then why would you ask me to do it?

"When we were still together," Harry's tone and words were particularly calm, as if the words they said when they separated had never been spoken.

Gryffindor felt goose bumps popping up like mushrooms after rain, and the octopus tentacles that had appeared turned into normal arms. He put Harry on the lawn and looked at Hogwarts Castle from afar.

"When Dudley showed up, he covered the entire campus with pink mist, and almost caused the entire school to be disbanded."

"Yeah, what's the matter? What does this have to do with what you call it very safe?" Gryffindor asked somewhat puzzled.

Harry turned around and spread out his palm. Suddenly, a small silver tree grew there. It felt someone was watching it and shyly rolled up its leaves.

"Your body is parasitized by plants?" Gryffindor answered in the affirmative.

He shook his head slightly, that's not right.

After the small tree appeared, the beads in Harry's pocket began to riot, and there seemed to be a close connection between the two. He cut off the connection cleanly and instantly broke out in a sweat.

Gryffindor was a little confused as to what this little guy was doing.

The little silver tree slowly began to change, gradually turning blue, and then slowly branched out and grew flowers.

"These, these are the blue flowers that can drive away the pink mist."

Harry said nothing, his eyes fixed intently on the blue flowers.

The blue flower condensed again, and now it began to expand infinitely. Gryffindor was a little scared and stepped back. Why did this thing look so spooky? The more he looked at it, the more dizzy he felt.

Based on his thousands of years of experience, this is definitely not a good thing.

Indeed, the blue color started to darken, then gradually turned into purple, and then white, lavender, white, etc. were added little by little.

wrong!

Gryffindor quickly stepped back and looked at Harry Potter as if he were a monster.

"you you you--"

Harry smiled. He was not surprised by Gryffindor's reaction. Snape's clothes seemed a little loose on him.

Half of the cloak was trampled on the grass, covered with dew, dirt, and some grass clippings.

"So, you understand." Harry turned to leave, not expecting Gryffindor to suddenly speak.

"You are controlled by him, right? Is this your distress signal to me? How do I need to help you?" He seemed very anxious.

Harry was a little surprised. "You, weren't you the one who left these on me? Why are you asking me now? Is it because the effect is so good? I want to try it myself."

There was a hint of mockery in his tone.