Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry didn't say anything, but lowered his head even more. Since he came into this world, in just two or three years, he had changed almost most of the course of events and also involved more people.

Quirrell's life or death is unknown now, but he doesn't have the courage to open Sirius' office and take a look. He originally wanted to catch the mastermind behind the scenes, but he forced that person to death in front of his eyes. I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. How sad! The feeling of guilt almost overwhelmed Harry.

He went to confront Dudley, but Dudley completely denied him anything and just said that they were in single contact and had never met. Even the news that Harry wanted to go to the basement to find Snape at night was found out through fixed contact channels. He never knew that the person who provided him with the information was Thomas.

Harry took out the envelope and handed it to Dumbledore to make the decision.

"Put it in." Gryffindor at the side suddenly spoke up, "Harry, come here and take mine and put it in together."

Under Dumbledore's astonished gaze, Harry just closed his eyes and was quiet for a while, and a blue stone appeared in his palm.

"It's quite convenient here. Supplies can be transported at will. Do you need me to bring anything in for you?" Dumbledore said.

"No, it's just this——"

Witnessed by three people in the office, and of course, by the former principals who were secretly watching from the wall.

After opening the ordinary envelope, Dumbledore put the brown round bead in his hand into it. After the blue bead touched Harry's palm, it began to beat continuously, as if it was unwilling to go in. Unfortunately, the struggle was too slight and it was still put in.

"It's me, it's me!"

Quirrell's cry was heard only by himself.

He entered that world desperately and immediately fell into a deep sleep. He only felt a lot of energy pouring into his body, which was very warm and comfortable, just like a breeze brushing across his body. Everything was so comfortable and peaceful.

He soon stopped struggling and fell into a sweet dream. In that dream, he became the most capable general under his master, commanding hundreds of younger brothers. He was able to call the shots every day and had a great time.

But what people outside saw was that the envelope was like a bottomless pit. The entry of solid matter did not bring about any change in amplitude, except that the color became a little grayer.

Snape was standing in front of the crucible at this time. There were two small bottles on the desk next to him. One emitted a dazzling golden halo, and the other was emitting pink gas with a pearl-like glow flowing in the middle. He carefully took a drop of Felixir, and after making all preparations, he introduced the pink gas into the boiling crucible in front of him.

The crucible suddenly changed from brown to pink, but this pink was a little lighter. It then immediately spread outward and began to corrode the crucible itself.

Snape looked at the glass bottle filled with pink gas beside him, hurried to the medicine cabinet, rummaged around inside, took out a huge glass bottle, and carefully avoided all the pink gases that were stretching out their claws towards him, and then put them all into the big bottle.

When Snape sat back in his chair, he was sweating profusely. He couldn't stop feeling scared when he thought about it. Fortunately, he had taken the Felicis Potion in advance, otherwise he didn't know what terrible consequences would have beenfallen him if he was possessed by that creature.

Yes, it was a living thing in the form of gas, not the new type of potion that Harry thought it was. It would be better to leave this kind of troublesome matter to Dumbledore, as it was not within his scope of responsibility.

Snape wiped the sweat from his forehead. Now he just wanted to run to the office on the eighth floor, throw this thing to Dumbledore, and ask him to ask his old friend to study it.

After Harry came out of Dumbledore's office, he ran straight to Sirius' office. He stood at the door and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he knocked on the door. Unexpectedly, the door was opened by Harry with just a little force. There was no defensive measures as rumored.

Dudley, who was following Harry quietly, almost popped his eyes out. He didn't believe in evil and walked over like Harry did, but before he could get close, he was stopped by a strong force.

Sirius had always opened his door only to Harry. Perhaps, he was also waiting for the day when his godson would discover the truth.

Sirius sat on the chair and said, "I remember this is the first time you came to my office." Harry felt a little uncomfortable at this time, because he knew that his godfather had made all the conflicts clear and laid out the gap between the two of them.

"By the way, take a look at the table to see if there is anything you like. I can give it to you."

Sirius said with guidance.

In fact, the first thing Harry saw when he came in was the model of the Quidditch team on the table. It had an exquisite shape and was shining with gold. It was moving around according to the rules. He observed for a while and found that the model seemed to be playing the game anytime and anywhere, and that the game could have winners and losers.

Harry was itching to do so, so he approached and touched a quaffle inside. Sirius held his breath.

He relaxed, but immediately picked it up again, and when Harry took it out, he accidentally touched the wandering Golden Snitch.

The Snitch seemed to seize that moment and made a beeline for Harry's hand.

Suddenly, the sound of stone moving was heard in the quiet office, and a deep pit next to the desk appeared in front of Harry.

Sirius finally let go of his worry, and then he kept his promise, hoping that Harry would ask him what the hole was used for.

Unfortunately, Harry seemed not to see it and was always concentrating on the Quietus globe model in front of him, as if his soul was sucked away by this model.

"Draco? Draco?"

"Ok?"

Harry then remembered that he seemed to have classes.

"Dobby, Dobby, go tell Headmaster Dumbledore that I am in Sirius' office now."

The elf who was still cutting vegetables paused, rushed out of the kitchen, and then used Apparition to arrive outside the principal's office.

"Sirius, what is this?"

Even though he had just drunk a glass of sweet chocolate milk from Dumbledore, Harry felt his mouth was filled with a bitter taste mixed with a hint of blood.

He really wanted him to answer, but also wanted him to remain silent.

Harry remained alert at all times.

Sirius attacked Harry.

It was just like a knife was stuck in Harry's heart, and then it was twisted several times fiercely. He really couldn't muster any intention of resisting. He was beaten to the side of the cave entrance, which exuded a gloomy cold air. Sirius's wand seemed to drain all his energy. Harry just felt exhausted both physically and mentally.