Harry Potter and the Rebirth

All petrified, except your weapons——

No, there are so many people here that it’s easy to get hurt by mistake.

Torn into pieces, taking away souls and thoughts?

No, it's too aggressive.

Many spells used for playing pranks flashed through Snape's mind at once, but these left deep memories of his past self. He felt an instinctive disgust and finally gave up.

Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about it, because there were still people in the team who couldn't stand it. They arrested the fat man and then escorted him to Snape.

"Thank you. If you need potions in the future, I can give you a 8% discount for free." This was the first time Snape said such a long string of words.

They were careless and forgot that he was also a Potions Master. A favor from a master is not so easy to repay. The onlookers just now all felt regretful. It might be because the time was too long ago. They almost forgot why Snape could become the Headmaster of Slytherin at such a young age and successfully become the Principal of Hogwarts under Voldemort.

Snape's words brought back some memories for them, but it was too late.

"Run, run fast for me—"

Snape squatted down and tapped the fat man's cheek with his wand.

The fat man couldn't move at all, his hands were tied with ropes, and his wand was knocked to the ground by a disarming spell that appeared from nowhere.

"Come with me and get out of here."

It was this long passage again. The memories of being stuck were definitely not good ones. The fat man looked at Snape with a rogue look.

Those green bean-sized eyes clearly said, "Let's see what you can do to me."

Who is Snape? He is not accommodating. The passage that was originally only wide enough for one person to crawl through suddenly became spacious. The respectful voice of the portrait came from the front, "Mr. Snape, please——"

"Why? Why do you make it so difficult for me just because you can grow bigger?"

The fat man was extremely angry and started shouting, but Snape grabbed him by the collar and made him stumble forward. He could only stare fiercely at the portrait that had already left with his limited peripheral vision.

Coming out of the passage, many people watched this scene.

Dumbledore said that if anyone was caught, they would be sent to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor, which was the best place to be detained.

Rather than going up to the eighth floor in person, this loach-like guy is very flexible and may use the students to escape halfway, it is better to go there yourself -

He dragged the fat man to his office and said, "What are you going to do? I assume that you have agreed to my terms. You are not allowed to tamper with my brain."

This former subordinate of the Dark Lord was very famous. Although he was cleared of all charges after his death and resurrected by some unknown magic, the fat man didn't quite believe it and he was always on guard.

In Snape's office, a house-elf was waiting.

"Sir, what do you want to talk to me about?" It bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Can you take me and this fat man to Dumbledore's office?"

"I'm sorry, sir. The best I can do is take you two outside the office. We can't go in without the principal's permission."

This is fine. Snape quickly accepted the elves' proposal and had a deeper understanding of their abilities. As wizards from thousands of years ago, signing an agreement with house-elves definitely showed great insight and a keen vision.

But in the blink of an eye, the three of them arrived at the eighth floor. The elf took his leave, and the stone beast on the side saw Snape coming and automatically jumped aside before it could speak, with a bit of flattery in its tone.

Snape didn't care. He carried the fat man, let him walk in front of him, and supervised him as he walked up the spiral staircase step by step.

The wooden stairs creaked, and some of the dust and particles on them began to jump rhythmically. For the first time, Snape had a clearer understanding of how heavy a person was.

This guy is definitely not simple.

To have such a big physique in the wizarding world, it must be due to bloodline, maybe just like that rookie Haig, a hybrid of a giant.

But he was not tall enough. Could it be a mutation of the giant's bloodline? All kinds of speculations flashed through Snape's mind. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in his heart.

These were words he had heard countless times in that world, and that voice was most familiar to him.

It was Harry, calling him. He wanted to go to the top floor and asked himself to keep the secret and not tell Dumbledore.

Why didn't you tell Dumbledore?

Snape would not listen to the orders of a reckless Gryffindor troll, but when he really came before Dumbledore, he could not speak.

A vague feeling was reminding him not to speak. Dumbledore looked at Severus strangely. McGonagall, who was sitting on a chair beside him, was flipping through a list. A huge meditation basin was placed in the middle of the ground.

It seems that Dumbledore already knew about the fat man. He must have heard their conversation in the Slytherin common room through other channels.

Just as he said, Dumbledore is a cunning, sugar-loving old bee.

This comment suddenly entered Snape's mind.

Unable to stay here, Snape frantically practiced the brain-occlusion technique to ensure that not a single bit of his thoughts leaked out. He told Dumbledore everything that happened in the common room, and then took his leave as usual.

"Don't you want to stay and listen to what this guy has to say?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"I'm not interested. Besides, there are a lot of mice sneaking into this castle. What is their purpose? It's hard to say at this moment. We need to catch them quickly. Then I'll leave first."

This reason was very reasonable, and Dumbledore did not think much about it. Since he dared to entrust his trust to Snape, he would not be doubtful and do things to test other people's bottom line.

Of course, the person outside this rule is Harry Potter.

When Snape left, he kept scolding himself for being possessed by the devil, but when he finally woke up, he was already standing in the watchtower.

This place was originally used for astronomy classes. There was a light on the top roof, but the light was dim.

There were several people standing in groups of three or four in front. The person at the front, near the window, was thin, with slightly long black hair that reached his neck.

There seemed to be something not far behind him. Snape squinted and couldn't see clearly. It seemed to be in a soul state and very weak.

This reminded him of Voldemort in the past. Snape became alert and regretted not telling Dumbledore about this.

But the man in front did something next. He turned around, and you could see his pointed chin and pale lips, while the rest of his body was shrouded in darkness.

The somewhat old hand waved gently, and a body appeared. It seemed that it was looking for an elf to do it.

Transparent, with a hint of milky white life substance, it jumped into the body in an instant, and the copper bell-like eyes became bright. Dobby's eyes were filled with tears, and he hugged the man's calf tightly, telling him the fear and anxiety he had experienced during this period.

The man squatted down, as if he didn't see Snape, and gently stroked its head to dispel its inner anxiety and uneasiness.

Apparently that person seemed to be successful.

Dobby's sobbing gradually subsided, and then he wiped his cheek with the towel handed to him by his master and quietly stepped aside.

"Professor, you are here. Now that everyone is here, I can start talking."

Snape's heart finally settled down when he heard the familiar voice.

No matter what, no matter how many plans and arrangements this guy in front of him has, a teacher is a teacher, and Si Nei is confident that he can regain his dignity and prestige in front of this guy.

Are you kidding me? Gryffindor's big devil is not someone that anyone can underestimate.

It was obvious that the student he was talking about did not intend to give his teacher such an opportunity.

"I am very happy to see that everyone is here safely, but for some reasons, some people cannot be here, which I think is a pity."

"We'll tell them, Harry."

Snape's eyes began to move along the voice and found the owner of the voice.

It's Ron Weasley.

"Oh, thank you." Harry's voice was light and faint, as if he would leave here at any moment.

Snape's heart tightened for a moment. He moved his lips, and just as he was about to say those harsh words, he suppressed them in an instant.

This occasion is not suitable, and he will definitely give this guy a lesson after it's over.

Snape thought so, and then began to pretend to be superior and cool in front of everyone present. Although this role has been throughout his life, it still made him feel a little awkward at this moment.

The next person to speak was Hermione, who was standing behind Ron. Her tone was so official that it didn't seem like she had been friends with Harry for seven or eight years when they were teenagers.

"Then may I ask, Mr. Potter? When will this farce end? I can no longer hide the news here. Please don't treat everyone as fools. We are qualified to know some things."

"Hermione!" Ron said, frowning.

"What? Am I wrong? Some people have sneaked into Hogwarts, which means they have learned the real news here from some special channels. You should know how much chaos the misalignment of the construction line will cause."

"What the hell are you talking about? If it weren't for Harry, would you still be standing here?" The one opposing the two was mainly Draco with platinum hair. He seemed to be Harry's most loyal guard, and there was no trace of the shadow of the former Master Malfoy.

"Tsk." Hermione had retreated to a place where the light couldn't reach at some point. No one could see the expression on her face. Even Ron looked at his wife in surprise.

This may be a kind of tragedy. Everyone is there, but they have gradually drifted away. The mutual support and common interests they once had now seem like a childhood game of house and have no meaning at all.

But Ron didn't believe that Hermione was such a person. Although he was always calm, he was a little panicked at that time and stammered to explain to Harry.

Harry said nothing.

Snape suppressed the urge to speak, but observing the others, if nothing unexpected happened, there should be another person here.

These people were all souls that had once been entangled with Harry's. Besides himself, there was also -

Behind Draco, two girls stood closely together. Observing their figures, both of them had black hair like waterfalls. Just looking at them made him feel relaxed and happy.

It should be Harley and Zhou Fu.

What else? Who is that person standing behind Ron? Why? He can give me a sense of threat.

As if aware of Snape's attention, the man generously took off his outer cloak, turned around, and looked at Snape, who was looking astonished, with a smile on his face.

He was very familiar with this face.

Baiyou!

Why is he here?

Harry's thin lips outlined an imperceptible smile. He didn't expect that Professor Snape, who was always calm, would be scared by himself. This was really an extra project for today.

Ron, who was originally planning to continue explaining to Harry, stiffened and looked at the head of golden hair in disbelief. He took two steps at a time and came to Snape's side.

When he saw Bai You's face clearly, he did not ask about his identity, but looked at Harry who was standing in the front.

Zhou Fu and Ha Li were not surprised at all. They remained silent at this time. I wonder what they were thinking?

"H-h-h-h--Harry!" the cry was incredulous.

Hermione seemed to have known that anyone who had stayed in that world for a month would have heard about the turmoil between Harry Potter and the invading forces.

But no one took it seriously, and Lun, as Harry's good brother, naturally didn't believe it.

In his mind, that man was the culprit who destroyed the earth, causing him to flee his homeland and seeing so many people die and lose their lives along the way.

The whole world was shrouded in darkness in an instant, and only one life in ten survived. This guy should be struck by lightning and sent to hell, but he was standing here, looking at Harry with an attitude of acquiescence.

Ron rubbed his eyes, dumbfounded, and strode to Harry, wanting to ask him for an explanation, but -

But he didn't know how to start the conversation. His family had come back alive, and almost all the wizards in that world had come to Hogwarts Castle.

"Did you really do all this?"

He hoped to hear a no from his brother.

But Harry nodded.

How ironic.

"That's not what you told me. You clearly said—"

"what did I say?"

He had been silent all this time, but now he finally spoke, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

"You believe everything I say. I also said that the sun will rise from the south tomorrow. Do you believe that too?"

"Look, here I go, dear Mr. Potter."

Hermione responded sarcastically.