Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Professor McGonagall's expression turned serious, and she clutched the letter tightly in her hand.

"Don't be nervous, it's not a big deal."

"After the exam in the auditorium is finished, please help the young man to inspect the potion. By the way, tell him to wait for me in the office. His slogan is sour lollipop."

After hearing the name, Professor McGonagall grinned, as if she knew what it tasted like.

"Also, please go to Veles's house in person and tell Arthur that their new home is in Godric's Hollow, next to Lily and James's house." At this point, Dumbledore was somewhat silent.

Professor McGonagall was silent. That place -

"What about the others?"

"I have negotiated with all the wizarding families there that evening. Most of them agreed to relocate, and I also provided some funds."

Professor McGonagall looked like she had eaten three lemons. The muscles on her face were all tightened. "Money—"

"Don't worry about the money. It's not from Hogwarts's funds." Dumbledore winked at Professor McGonagall. "Our Minister of Magic donated some money as a friendly donation, and there is also a philanthropic rich man."

"Oh?"

Dumbledore did not explain more. He chose to hide the name, then strode out of the office. As he left the door, he turned back to Professor McGonagall.

"I think--" Dumbledore smiled kindly, his eyes fixed on the envelope in the professor's hand.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly stuffed the envelope into Dumbledore's hand, and for the first time an embarrassed expression appeared on her face.

Professor McGonagall came to the auditorium and patrolled around the examinees, driving away Peeves who came to cause trouble. She also kindly asked the Bloody Baron who was leaning against a pillar to leave because she saw a junior wizard next to him whose hands were trembling as he stirred the crucible.

Professor McGonagall approached the young man with great respect, her eyes showing a hint of respect, fear, and temptation.

Snape returned to his office and set up his cauldron while cursing. He remembered the stinky face of Sirius that he saw in the school infirmary, and felt very depressed. He also remembered the two bloody holes on Harry's abdomen and the hideous marks of strangulation, and quickened his movements.

There is a huge cabinet in Snape's office, and each cabinet contains various potion materials according to different categories.

At this time, several doors on the cabinet opened, and the materials inside jumped out automatically and floated onto the table. Some of them hit the blade directly, cutting themselves into shapes and sizes, and then arranged into a small ball.

Wearing gloves, Snape peeled the Abyssinian shrinking figs, cut them into four pieces, stirred them in his crucible, and then walked to the cabinet, took out a small black bottle, and carefully dripped a drop into the crucible. It was the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider. Snape looked distressed, he had suffered a big loss this time.

School doctor's office.

Sirius Black was also pressed on the hospital bed by Madam Pomfrey, listening to her constant nagging.

"Dumbledore is really a fool. He didn't even heal his own wounds, so he just took a sip of the recovery potion and left. He clearly said he would call Snape to come to the infirmary for treatment together."

"Never mind Snape, I saw him—"

"Really." Madam Pomfrey hit Sirius's head hard. "It was like that when he was in school, and it's still like that now. People of all ages are like children, quarreling and fighting all the time. Those years were the time when I was most worried about him. Either Snape was injured, or you came here limping."

Sirius scratched his head with a grin. He couldn't deny that during the school days, they, the four-member robbery gang, were frequent visitors to the school infirmary and were always at odds with Snape. So Snape was almost the same, and every time he got hurt, the lady would always say something to them.

"Harry, Harry, is he okay?" Sirius turned his head and looked at the other bed with a worried expression.

"Alas," the topic was successfully diverted. Sirius looked at the bottle of potion in Madam Pomfrey's hand and breathed a sigh of relief. This potion was bitter to begin with, and since it was sent by Snape, it was lucky that there was no poison added. Even if it was drinkable, it would definitely be extremely bitter.

"What a poor child, he has so many things to do..." Madam Pomfrey swallowed the words on her lips, walked over quietly, produced a towel in her hand, and gently wiped Harry's forehead, full of pity for him.

Sirius' expression also became sad. The moment Harry pushed him away, he seemed to see the shadow of James in him. He had harmed James' family and almost implicated their son.

During the time I am a professor, I'd better take good care of him. When Christmas comes, I will take Harry to Number 12 Grimmauld Place and spend a good Christmas with him. Sirius' expression became even gentler.

"And you, it's time to take your medicine."

Madam Pomfrey turned around and caught Sirius off guard, making him look bitter. He took the bottle of potion in his hand, pinched his nose, and took a breath, his brows furrowed so much that he could pinch a fly to death.

It turned out that Snotlout had no good intentions, and Sirius pursed his lips into a slit.

Knockturn Alley.

The sky was unusually beautiful at this time. The rays of the setting sun shone above the clouds leisurely floating in the sky, dyeing the soft white clouds with beautiful gold and orange, with faint red floating on the ends.

The setting sun shone on the narrow streets of Knockturn Alley. There was bloody dirt, unknown biological tissues everywhere, a severed human hand, and black wizard robes. Each deep hood concealed a malicious intention. Their sleeves bulged out, as if they were ready to fight at any time.

A battle just took place here.

The door frame of a nearby store was broken, and the owner didn't dare to say a word. The powerful force blew off half of his wall. Some skulls, jars of liquid with eyeballs in them, black claws clinging to the wall, and some second-hand wands all rolled and scattered on the street.

Some people were staring at them like flies. The shop owner was in tears. He glanced at the leader. The powerful magic emanating from him made him dare not move rashly. The tattoo on his arm made him even more terrified.

He took a few steps back in fear and stepped on the arm of someone next to him.

"Ow—"

The young man's clothes were tattered, covered with years of dirt, and exuded a pungent stench. His hair was tangled into clumps, his open mouth revealed yellow teeth, and the strong smell turned the frightened owner into angry at the young man.

"Get out! Get out!"

A spell struck fiercely next to him. The group of people who were picking up things nearby were startled. When they saw the young man half leaning against the wall, they burst into laughter.