Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Here, Snape followed Dumbledore to his office. Looking at the old man who did not notice anything unusual about him, he suppressed his anger.

He said that he was his most trusted subordinate, but in fact he didn't even know that he was replaced again and again.

Somewhat reluctant to tell Dumbledore what he knew, Snape recalled what Bai You had said to him in his sea of ​​consciousness, saying that he would obey Harry's will and be controlled. What a joke? Even Voldemort in the past could not completely control him, and Dumbledore could not see his heart clearly. How could a little Harry master such advanced magic?

"Password."

The dozing stone beast yawned. He had stayed up late for the past few days and played with some cavalrymen in the castle. He just returned to his job and was still a little sleepy because he had been working all night.

He looked at the two people walking towards him with hazy eyes, feeling a little impatient. Can anyone enter the principal's office casually?

"Mr. Principal." This stone beast was arrogant at first but respectful later. A fawning temperament appeared on the face of such a good stone statue. After he opened his eyes, he saw the principal walking towards him and the black-faced professor following behind him, and he jumped aside awkwardly.

Dumbledore smiled at him good-naturedly, as if the words just now had never been said.

The stone beast breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them walked up the mountain, and Dumbledore asked as they walked, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Did you know that I went to a new place these days?" Snape asked.

"Yeah, I know. It seems like you're not doing very well." Dumbledore sat on his chair, propped himself up with his hands, and looked at Snape, whose face had darkened again, with a smile.

"Okay, Severus, where have you been?" Dumbledore's expression began to become serious, but he was still holding a glass of orange juice in his hand. He had eaten a little salty breakfast, so now he wanted to quench his thirst. This action was completely inconsistent with the serious expression on his face.

"I--" Snape wanted to say that he had arrived at a strange place. Harry seemed to be controlled by someone and forced to do some bad things. There was some power above them that they could not resist with their current abilities.

But what he said turned into, "I got bored of staying in Hogwarts, so I found someone to take a few classes for me and went out to hang out with a new girlfriend I just met. How was it? Was that person's disguise skill good?"

Snape said these words with an expressionless face, which were completely inconsistent with his character, and even surprised himself.

Snape covered his mouth, his expression filled with disbelief and a little anger and fear in his heart. What kind of powerful force was this?

Dumbledore spurted out the orange juice in his mouth in one breath, giving Snape's face a juice bath.

The dozing portraits hanging around immediately became noisy and chattering.

Snape wiped the moisture off his face with his hands expressionlessly, then produced a piece of paper and a pen, and the ink-filled feather pen began to slide quickly on the paper.

Dumbledore took a closer look and saw that it said, "I have been to many places, and also visited your old lover--" Snape also saw this passage on the paper, and immediately took back the quill, took the paper in his hand, pinched it tightly, and put it in his pocket.

Snape walked over to the Pensieve again, pointed at Dumbledore, then pointed at his own head, wanting to extract his memories into the Pensieve so that Dumbledore could see them for himself.

Dumbledore had just recovered from his previous remarks and saw Snape's actions, so he immediately took action. However, just as he raised his old wand to extract Snape's memory, it was immediately bounced back by a force.

Dumbledore clenched his fists under the table.

The portrait of the principal on the wall also began to realize that something was wrong, and stopped making the noisy noise and became quiet.

"You can't tell me, can you?"

Snape didn't answer, but he nodded. A voice kept telling him not to tell this to anyone. When he wanted to tell it, a fear of death immediately arose in his heart.

Dumbledore began to think about Harry's current situation. Is Harry in the same situation?

He sighed heavily, frowned, and waved his hand to signal Snape to go down.

He turned to look at the wall behind his chair, his expression serious, "What do you think, Tom?"

A figure slowly emerged from behind the wall. He was wearing the school robe of a Hogwarts student. He was handsome, with black hair, a tall figure, and an outstanding temperament, but there was no shadow under his feet.

Snape walked out of the office angrily, wanting to seek an explanation from Harry, but in all his years as a teacher, he had never personally gone to find a student. Snape suppressed his anger and casually pulled a student who looked familiar, "Go to Gryffindor and help me call Harry Potter out. Tell him to come to the Potions Office to find me immediately."

Cedric was leisurely holding his textbook, preparing to go to class, but was suddenly called into action by Professor Snape.

"Professor, I--" Cedric wanted to tell him that he had classes to attend, but he was suddenly frostbitten by the cold air emanating from Snape's body, so he shut up. He was worried about himself, and also about Harry. How did this guy provoke this bat?

At this time, Harry was still chopping peppers in large chunks without realizing it. Looking at his slightly bulging stomach, Harry finally slowed down his breakfast.

He took a sip of juice and prepared to go to the dormitory to lie down first, no, to go to Gryffindor for class, but a voice suddenly popped up in his mind, "I must ask that kid Harry, what's going on?"

This familiar and kind tone made Harry drop the glass of juice in his hand onto the plate.

Why could he hear what Snape said?

Bai You said gloatingly, "You can talk to Draco, so of course you can talk to your dear Professor Snape, too. I won't deprive you of this right."

Harry was choked. Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, was staring blankly at the ketchup in front of him. Now that Hermione had left, should he also go to the classroom?

The heavy workload these days has overwhelmed him, and the difficulty has increased dramatically. It is completely different from the homework he encountered in the first few days of school.

Hearing the voice beside him, Ron quickly turned around and patted Harry's back with his hand.