Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry walked out of the principal's office and asked Bai You in his mind, "What kind of person is this person?"

No one answered, so Harry kept silent and stopped asking, because he knew that if he didn't want to tell him, he wouldn't say a word.

Harry finally felt relieved. He no longer had to worry about the daily class schedule and could devote himself to the study life he had planned.

Let me think, which professor should I find first to take the final exam, and then approach those professors who don't teach him courses. In this way, the exploration mission can be completed, Dumbledore will not be suspicious, and I will have an excuse to enter and leave the professor's office in front of other students.

Harry thought to himself that Bai You had seen Harry's detailed plan and that they were temporarily on the same front. He said, "I don't know where that man came from, nor do I know what forces are behind him. I just know him."

But Harry didn't believe it in his heart. If they had just met, how could he listen to him and cause trouble in Hogwarts?

Harry took out the note from his sleeve, which said that a strand of Snape's hair was needed for disguise.

Harry just remembered this matter. It seemed that Snape had told him about it before erasing Pansy's memory, but why didn't he mention it when he had been in his office for so long?

Harry had no idea of ​​the inner struggle Snape was feeling at the time.

Snape had no doubt about his master's memory, and he would never think that Harry had forgotten this matter. He dared to ask Harry for the hair in advance before the transformation time came. Seeing that Harry did not give it to him later, he thought that Harry knew the time limit for his transformation and did not mention it again, just to warn him not to think about it.

Snape persisted until the last day of transformation. He did not doubt the correctness of his master's behavior at all, and only thought that his own behavior was offensive.

It was not until the deadline that he spoke to his master again.

Harry knew the seriousness of the matter. If he didn't give it to Snape, he would be exposed.

He didn't understand why someone so powerful would be so conservative?

He said he would not give it to me, so he didn't give it to me. Without any questioning or consultation, Bai You put Harry into his mind. Snape knew about this situation and pulled out another hair of his own and put it in Harry's hand.

Harry stood at the door of the headmaster's office, leaning against the wall, holding a strand of hair in his hand and wrapping it in the paper ball.

Although things seemed reasonable, Harry still felt that Snape was asking for the wrong amount of time.

In the office, Dumbledore and Snape tacitly did not mention his action just now. They were still discussing something.

Snape came out of the headmaster's office and saw Harry waiting for him at the wall. His eyes lit up and he was about to walk over quickly. Harry stopped him with his eyes, and Snape obediently stopped a few steps in front of Harry.

Harry put the ball of paper in Snape's hand and left without saying a word.

When Snape saw it, he was ecstatic. He couldn't wait to return to his office and melt the hair into his arm, but the feeling was not as warm as last time.

At first it was a violent storm, but later it became the dampness like rain that accompanied him throughout his life.

His father's domestic violence, his mother's tolerance and retreat as a wizard, and his mother's bright red blood flowing from her forehead and dripping onto the feet of young Snape.

Snape escaped from home and passed through a dirty, smelly, narrow alley. Behind the open door were pairs of greedy and sinister eyes. Little Snape was frightened by these gazes and ran out of the alley.

Outside the alley was a place that was completely incompatible with the world just now. There were bright lights, wine, and women, and the hustle and bustle of traffic. People's happy expressions and cheerful smiles deeply hurt his young heart.

He walked helplessly on the clean street in his tattered clothes. His worn-out shoes revealed his toes, with dirt embedded in his toenails. People were avoiding him as if he were a virus. Both adults and children looked at him with disgust.

Little Snape was burned by such looks. He quickly found a secluded and quiet corner, curled up under a tree, and licked his wounds quietly like a young animal.

It is a time that no one knows about.

Boom! The death of his mother blurred Snape's vision instantly. Pah! The figure of his first love walking away mercilessly, the pain of the slap on his arm, and the wanton and harsh laughter. In the inverted world, Snape vaguely looked at the people who hung him on the tree. The world shook again and again, and the warm sunshine could not warm his cold fingers.

The cold feeling on my legs became more and more obvious at this moment.

Ah! "Snape" struggled out of this memory, and his memory of who he was in the past gradually became blurred. This was the disadvantage of his ability. If he was exposed to it too much, he would become another person.

He stared blankly at the letter in his hand. The yellowed paper and the signs of wear and tear all revealed the owner's love for the letter.

But after accepting this memory, Snape held the letter as if it were a hot potato. He saw the stern back of the girl in his mind, but he didn't know what Snape had done.

From everyone's perspective, what they do is absolutely correct, but from the other person's perspective, it seems so inappropriate.

Lily and Snape were not destined to be together after all.

"Snape" folded the letter, cast a few protective spells, and solemnly put it back in the drawer. He should withdraw from that warm feeling. This is not his life, and he should respect other people's lives.

Here, Harry strolled down the corridor. He decided to speed up his task and go to the Ravenclaw dormitory first.

The Ravenclaw dormitory is located at the top of the spiral staircase on the west side of Hogwarts, probably on the 5th floor. At the entrance is a large door with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker. Harry stood in front of the knocker and listened to the question the knocker gave him, lost in thought.

Although the questions asked by the door knocker were usually difficult and required some clever thinking, now the door knocker seemed to feel the arrival of the savior and asked a question that no one had ever heard before.

"Do you think Muggles and wizards can live in peace?"

Some young wizards who had just arrived nearby opened their eyes wide, and some senior students stopped in their tracks when they heard this question and gathered around.

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