HP Feathered Serpent Rebirth

British Parkinson Manor:

"No, it's already the second day!" It's 12.26, Draco said nervously to his companion.

"I really don't understand you." Hermione shook her head helplessly. "Why are you so persistent in letting Professor Snape attend the ball? Is there any benefit for you?"

"Granger, you will never understand the thinking of a Slytherin." Nott replied with a cold snort.

Bryce exchanged worried glances with Pansy.

"Min... some Slytherin talk isn't for you," Draco said hesitantly to Hermione.

Hermione shrugged nonchalantly, "Yeah, I really don't understand you Slytherins."

Draco watched Hermione walk to the dance floor, and said slowly, "Yes, why are we so obsessed with letting the godfather attend this dance? Are we sure that Harry will come?"

Knockturn Alley, UK:

Harry just came to Knockturn Alley through the Portkey, and he never expected that he was directly teleported to Borgin Blog's Black Magic Shop!

Just now, Bojin Blog was making a deal with a wizard. Bojin took out a black magic item, and Harry appeared, and the strong airflow of the Portkey directly destroyed the black magic item.

"Who!" Borgin Blogger and the wizard drew out their wands together, pointing to the place where Harry appeared.

"It's...it's you?" Borgin looked at Harry in surprise, the 'young man' who could control the keys of English and French doors.

"Long time no see, Borgin." Harry straightened up. "The portkey is very useful. It was just a mistake just now. Goodbye."

"..." Bojin Blog didn't stop him, he knew he couldn't beat the man in front of him.

But that wizard was different. It was the first time he had seen a wizard who dared to do whatever he wanted in Knockturn Alley. "Swoon!" he yelled.

Harry raised his hand to block it, and the spell disappeared immediately.

"Ah?" The wizard looked at the young man in disbelief, "Who are you?"

"Just an ordinary wizard." Harry curled his lips, "Farewell."

Annoyed at Harry's attitude, the wizard raised his hand and shot a silent Cruciatus.

"Oh, don't!" Bojin looked helpless.

Harry didn't move, just when the wizard thought he had succeeded, the spell shot at him.

"I don't want to do it," said Harry coldly.

"You..." The wizard dodged the spell and watched Harry leave the shop.

"Then... who is sacred?" the wizard asked Bojin.

"The god who can control the keys of the English and French doors." Borgin replied.

"..." The shop fell into silence.

Hogwarts, UK:

With a soft sound, Grindelwald and Malcolm appeared in the Hogwarts principal's room.

"Gail?" Dumbledore looked up.

"Al!" Grindelwald smiled.

"..." Malcolm looked helpless.

"This is?" Dumbledore asked Grindelwald when he found Malcolm.

"My adopted son, Malcolm, Malcolm Grindelwald." Grindelwald replied.

"Dun... Albus... uncle... lord... sir." Malcolm really didn't know how to address Dumbledore.

"It's so cute." Dumbledore smiled. "Call me Daddy, Malcolm."

"Dad." Malcolm's mouth twitched.

British Parkinson Manor:

Snape was sitting in the corner, Christmas Eve was over, could it be understood that Harry would come soon?

The Slytherins on the side were thinking about how to explain this to Snape.

"Looking for... Mr. Malfoy?" Nott suggested. "I remember... when he delivered our message to Professor Snape... he didn't say that Harry would definitely come."

"Well, Theodore, I thought you knew that the Dean was not easy to mess with when he was in a rage." Pansy narrowed his eyes.

"But Slytherin is not Gryffindor." Bryce smiled, "At least we are reasonable."

"Blind, are you reasonable when you're with Theodore?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"Like you are reasoning with Granger." Nott snorted coldly.

"Stop, stop! So, that's what the dean is like now, because of Harry," Pansy said.

"That's why you underestimated my father." Draco smiled.

"If Mr. Malfoy speaks in the same tone as Professor Snape, the mysterious person will have to stay away." Bryce smiled.

"Hey! Keep your voice down!" Nott covered Bryce's mouth.

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