Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The school infirmary gradually became quiet. Harry stared blankly at a corner of the school infirmary. It seemed that the sun would never shine on that corner, no matter it was the morning sun or the setting sun, the light had never favored this place.

Harry stared blankly, his eyelids pulled down by strong sleepiness. He slowly closed his eyes and was about to fall into a sweet dream.

"Harry, I think you forgot that the tiara—"

Gryffindor's voice appeared in Harry's mind, and Harry woke up again. He remembered that there was such a thing, but too many things happened during this period of time.

"I'll go right away."

It was still a long time before noon, and Sirius probably wouldn't be able to finish his class now. Madam Pomfrey was outside taking care of other students. Based on past observations, she would not come back until after lunch, so there was a good period of time left.

Due to his status as a patient, he didn't want others to know, and even less to hear adults' nagging. In addition, this matter needed to be done in secret, so Harry touched himself lightly, and a cool feeling covered his entire body.

He once again felt the benefit of the invisibility cloak. When would Dumbledore give him the invisibility cloak?

Harry sneaked out of the room, avoiding the wizards and professors who appeared along the way, and came to the eighth floor of the castle.

When he climbed up the stairs, he happened to meet Snape walking down. He still had a blank expression on his face and was still wearing the familiar black wizard robe. The wide hem of his robe blocked most of the stairs. The stairs began to spin, and Harry and Snape were on the same section.

And Snape walked down gradually, getting closer and closer.

Harry's heart was beating very fast at this moment. He had just played a prank last night, which at least should have scared Professor Snape awake. Now he had to add the Disillusionment Charm -

Is there any magic that can make him float?

Harry's head was spinning rapidly as he got closer and closer. He could also smell the herbal scent on Professor Snape's body.

Harry didn't dare to move now, because he was afraid that any movement would make a noise and be caught by Snape. This would definitely be his most unlucky day.

There was still no movement on Snape's stern face. He seemed to have just gone to see Dumbledore, but the headmaster was not in the office.

Huh?

Snape's mind was not on this road that he had walked countless times, but when he took a closer look, he found something wrong. Is there someone here?

Getting closer, Snape could feel some magical fluctuations here. Although his ability was not as good as Dumbledore's, it was definitely stronger than most wizards.

He walked down the stairs calmly, and a hemp rope slipped out from beside his feet. It folded into corresponding marks along the shape of the stairs, and then he quietly slid down.

I rely on!

Harry now has PTSD towards long creatures. To be honest, Harry feels that Snape's move is not very concealed.

With a click, the stairs reached the seventh floor, and several little wizards were waiting at the entrance. They were bustling about, pushing and shoving each other, laughing and playing, until they saw Snape standing in the middle of the stairs and fell silent.

One of the little wizards walked back, seeming to laugh out loud, "Where were you talking about just now? Which idiot said that his flying broom could be as fast as an airplane?"

good chance!

Taking advantage of the commotion, Harry grabbed the handrail of the stairs, flipped over, and jumped from the step to the outside of the stairs, hanging on the side by his arms.

Snape continued to move forward, the rope under his feet spinning around in place, as if he had not chosen anyone to tie up.

The little wizards standing at the stairs shouted, "Hello, Professor."

The little wizard who was so cheerful just now suddenly stopped smiling and turned into a bitter face, as if a slight squeeze would produce extremely bitter juice.

"Hello, professor——"

Harry took advantage of this moment to move the position he was holding on to, little by little, and went up the stairs. It was like the Spider-Man he had seen before, Harry thought with some complacency.

call--

Snape gradually walked away. Harry stood at the entrance of the stairs on the 8th floor. He turned his head and looked back. His figure had disappeared into the depths of the stairs.

Very good, Harry cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself again, and after making sure that there were no mistakes, he quietly came to the bottom of the troll portrait on the 8th floor.

But when Harry got here, he was a little confused. Where was the crown hidden? Last time he came here with Voldemort.

"I need a room with a Ravenclaw diadem. I need a room with a Ravenclaw diadem."

Harry turned around under the portrait, but there was no movement at all. Was that not okay?

Harry stared at the portrait. The troll in the portrait tapped the stick in his hand with a threatening look and roared a few times in protest.

"Brother, brother, I beg you, please shut up."

The troll's voice grew louder at Harry's words, and Harry could make out soft footsteps amid the din.

"I need a place to hide. I need a place to hide."

The wall suddenly turned into a round green door with some rust on the blue door handle. The troll became quiet, but the footsteps behind him were getting closer and more urgent.

Harry pushed the door open suddenly and rushed in at full speed. The moment he walked into the room, Harry turned around and met Snape face to face, staring at each other in surprise.

There is no ghost story more terrifying than this.

Snape actually smiled, his mouth corners curved into a subtle arc, and the knives emitting from his eyes stabbed Harry to pieces, but fortunately, at that moment, the door closed immediately, blocking Snape outside.

Harry was sure that he would have a hard time in the Potions class after he got out, so he threw himself hard on the green sofa. A white quilt appeared out of thin air on the sofa, which was extremely soft and exuded a fresh herbal scent.

Harry looked around. The room was still clean and tidy. There was no place to hide things as he said.

What if we go by time? Harry tried to imagine the scene of that day in his mind, and the space around him began to change drastically according to his thoughts. The opposite wall extended a lot further back until it could no longer be seen. Many miscellaneous items appeared out of thin air, piled up in a mess, including old books, a desk with a missing leg, and a half-broken wand.

That’s right, here it is!