Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Potter at this time, um, excuse me, what does this have to do with me?

There were more and more vines, waving and leaping. Each vine had tiny barbs on it. Anyone who was accidentally hit by one of them would immediately fall to the ground, foaming at the mouth. The entire space was gradually occupied by the vines.

Dumbledore and his two companions were forced into the middle, with their backs to each other, wands in hand, facing the increasingly powerful vines.

Shattered, shattered, armor to protect!

The magic wands in the hands of the three people kept emitting light. The vines were a little scared and moved a little further away. There were broken vines all over their feet, dark green with a little brown. Once they fell to the ground, the juice left at the broken places corroded the soil and emitted bursts of white smoke.

"Principal, what should we do now?" Harry felt his strength gradually running out, while Dumbledore next to him slowed down, and Sirius Black quickly took over.

"Let's move to the exit first and see if we can get out of this space." Dumbledore looked solemn, and Fawkes on his shoulder kept pecking at his face, as if he wanted to release fire to burn all the vines here.

Dumbledore was a little hesitant now. The plants themselves were easy to deal with, but they were now in a confined space. If they were not careful and did not get out, they would be buried with the plants that were burned to death inside.

He looked up and saw that this space had been tampered with by someone at some point, and Hagrid...

He still stood in that place, still with a silly smile on his face, but the crazy plants bypassed him and behaved obediently in front of him, like a tamed beast.

Hagrid squatted down with his huge body and stuck his pink umbrella with his wand on it into the ground. Bright sparks soon splashed out on the ground, but nothing happened.

"It's not my wand, so it's useless." Brother Hai threw the wand into the tangled and twisted vines. The vines rushed up and Dumbledore seemed to hear the sound of breaking.

"Hagrid, what's wrong with you?" Sirius asked loudly. He followed Dumbledore's gaze and looked at the person he had ignored for a long time.

"Oh - I just noticed, it's you!" Hagrid took out a gray-white stick with a mysterious totem engraved on it. There was an eye painted on the top, and the space around the eye was slightly distorted, as if anyone could be controlled by him as long as they looked at it.

Hagrid approached slowly. "I was wondering why Quirrell is gone? You're quite a man of your ways."

The word Quirrell exploded in Harry's mind. He turned his head sharply, staring at the huge body. The familiar and amiable man in the past had now turned into a bloodthirsty monster.

Quirrell, does he know what's going on?

Dumbledore frowned in confusion. Quirrell? What does this have to do with Sirius? Although he was a professor for a while, he resigned from him some time ago.

Sirius's expression didn't change at all, he still maintained his angry look, with two flames of rage burning in his pupils, shooting straight at the huge man who was gradually approaching.

The three of them continued to move their hands, protecting themselves with armor! Dumbledore decided to slow down first to see what the purpose of this person who suddenly appeared was. He had no idea that the professor outside was worried about them.

"Thunder explosion," Professor McGonagall was a little anxious. She stood at the entrance and threw out an evil curse. Snape stood aside, his cheek slightly turned, his greasy and smooth hair draped over his shoulders, and the ends of his hair slightly curled up at the end, telling of his shock to his colleague every time.

I didn't expect that although Mag looks serious all the time, he must have been studying these spells in private.

"God's strike is invisible," Snape thought so, and his hands were not idle either. He cast an evil curse at the barrier of that space, splashing circles of ripples. He slightly dodged the rebounding curse, and the curse fell directly at the feet of Ron and Hermione.

Ron's legs were shaking at this time. He was not sure if he was taking revenge for personal reasons.

"You little brats, stand away." Snape seemed to have noticed the movement behind him and sternly shouted at the little wizards who were watching to leave.

When Ron and Hermione hurried over, they saw Snape and other professors heading to the examination venue in a mighty manner, as if they already knew. The two squeezed through the crowded crowd and came to the front, wanting to tell the professors about Hagrid's news, but before they could say anything, they were startled.

"Professor McGonagall, Hagrid didn't take the exam--" Hermione raised her voice, but didn't expect it to sound a little anxious.

Oh? Professor McGonagall turned around with a puzzled look. Of course Hagrid didn't take the exam. He was responsible for the layout of the exam venue and the introduction of the corresponding magical animals.

"There are two Hagrids!" Ron shouted, trying to get their attention.

Professor McGonagall walked in, and even Snape stopped his attack.

Ron explained the whole thing clearly. Snape's head was covered with dark clouds, and the wrinkles between his brows seemed to be able to pinch a mosquito to death.

"Sure enough, he can't handle this matter, and Dumbledore still trusts him so much." Snape muttered.

"Severus," Professor McGonagall turned around and said somewhat disapprovingly, "Headmaster Dumbledore once said that he could put his life in Hagrid's hands."

"It has nothing to do with that stupid big guy. I'm talking about that showy guy. He had to set up such a large examination venue when the exam time was fine. Dumbledore actually allowed it. He is indeed Glen——"

Professor McGonagall said, "Hmm?" Snape shut up tactfully. He was not the stupid and impulsive Sirius, and he would not draw hatred for himself in front of his colleagues.

"What should we do now?" Professor McGonagall changed the subject and did not pursue the matter further.

"If you ask me, we should just wait and teach them first." Flitwick stood beside them and suggested calmly, "I don't have any classes this afternoon, so I'll go see Hagrid first. Let's all go to class. We have to trust Headmaster Dumbledore, and this matter shouldn't be made public, otherwise the exams—"

"By the way, what class should we have this afternoon?"

"Potions--" Snape said, his tone erratic.

"Then listen to Flitwick," Professor McGonagall made the final decision. Sprout stood outside the venue, his fat body looking a little worried.

"It's okay - you have to trust Dumbledore. I believe Snape will find a way." Professor McGonagall walked up to Professor Sprout, patted her shoulder gently, and whispered to comfort her.

"Snape?" There was a look of confusion on Sprout's face. What could Snape do?

Professor McGonagall smiled. She said nothing but wrote a few words on Sprout's palm.

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