Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Snape stared at the silent house-elf for a while, and finally waved him away. He looked at Dumbledore who was standing in front of him, steady as a clock. "What does it mean? Why did Harry suddenly tell you these words?"

"It's nothing, just report your location and let me know."

"What's there to report in his godfather's office?" When Snape said the word 'godfather', he gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to beat up the person represented by these two words to vent his anger.

"And this bastard, he doesn't study hard, he just does nothing all day, putting himself in a dangerous situation..."

"Oh no! Oh no! Two people are fighting in the office."

Among the group of portraits next to Dumbledore, a panicked voice suddenly rang out in the office.

"What!" Snape was a little panicked, while Dumbledore was still concentrating on the big bottle in front of him. There was a picture frame next to it. When he was not paying attention, a figure flashed past it.

"Aren't you going to do something? Go to Blake's office and take a look. I wonder what that guy is doing now?"

"No hurry—"

Dumbledore slowly threw a candy on the table into his mouth, his beard trembling with satisfaction, as if he was very satisfied with the juicy taste. "Would you like to try it? It's a new product just released by Honeydukes. They added fruit juice into it this time, trying to make it have a juicy taste."

Snape was no longer in a hurry. He glanced at Dumbledore and saw that he was as steady as a rock. He knew that everything that happened was under his control, so he would mind his own business.

Snape stepped out of the door and walked towards his office. He changed his mind when he approached Sirius' office. When he saw the layers of defensive spells on the door of Sirius' office, he snorted coldly, broke everything with force, and kicked him open fiercely. Relying on his powerful strength, he ignored all kinds of counterattacks.

Dudley, who was standing by without giving up, opened his mouth wide, wondering how powerful Snape was. Then, it seemed as if Snape had grown a pair of eyes on his back. Dudley met his cold eyes, and the few fat pieces on his body trembled twice physiologically. He then turned around and ran, but he had not run far when he was blocked by the little witch Zhou Fu.

Dudley secretly cried out inwardly, the fear of being dominated resurfaced in his heart. The last time he was threatened was the time before. Every time they met, nothing good happened, as if they were natural enemies.

He was so powerful, but in her eyes, all his disguises disappeared without a trace. All her tricks were familiar to her, and she could accurately hit his weak spot every time. Dudley felt like a snake, and every scale was engraved with the fear of this little witch, densely covering his body.

He forced a smile on his face, not daring to let her see his reluctance.

"you--"

"The mission was accomplished well—"

Zhou Fu threw a bag of things over and Dudley caught it subconsciously. It was a sachet with exquisite embroidery, with a classical oriental rhythm, rich but not complicated patterns, and rich meaning.

"This is--" Dudley turned the sachet over and over, examined it carefully, opened it and took a look inside, and finally became ecstatic, a familiar scent lingering around his nose.

"Just like the envelope, it's just a temporary replacement. This is your reward for completing the mission."

After Zhou Fu said this, she folded her arms and left. She looked extremely cold and heartless, as if dozens of people had just died at her hands. There was no sign that she had just warmed someone's heart.

The person who was being warmed stood there stupidly. Apparently, this combination of the big stick and the sweet date strategy was particularly suitable for Dudley. He suddenly became quiet, like a loyal big dog that smelled the meat bone given by its owner, and became unusually docile and easy to get close to.

After Snape entered Sirius' office, he was blinded by the Gryffindor-style color scheme on the surrounding walls. It was bright, flamboyant, unrestrained and chic. He frowned. Everything in the office was tilted. There was a picture of an elk hanging on the wall, but there was a person hiding behind the elk. When he saw someone coming in, he frantically pointed at the Quidditch model at the person.

It turned out to be this guy. He hid himself well enough. Dumbledore, this old guy, is very cunning.

He should have been in Slytherin, not Gryffindor, which was known for its bravery.

What's so good about this? Snape couldn't see the two people in the office, and glared at the man in the portrait, thinking that he had delivered the wrong message.

He snorted coldly and strode away. Before leaving, he did not forget to repair the defensive measures on the door and make them better.

Whether you can get in depends on your ability.

Harry in the Chamber of Secrets noticed the mouse in Sirius's hand, and a distant memory emerged in his mind. It seemed to be - Peter Pettigrew.

"Don't pretend to be dead, don't pretend to be asleep!" Sirius threw the mouse to the ground, and the mouse disappeared. A fat man was crawling on the ground. His hair was sparse and yellow, and his clothes were tattered. The smell on them made Harry take a few steps back.

At the same time, he looked particularly depressed and timid, and his body began to tremble when Sirius approached.

Harry stepped back calmly and raised his wand.

"Okay, now you can tell me why you brought me here?"

The realization that there was one more person in this space gave Peter hope of survival, especially since this was the son of his good friend.

"Save me! Please, save me!"

Peter trembled, crawled forward on his knees, then carefully pulled the corner of Harry's robe with his stubby fingers and began to plead for himself.

"I'm your father's good friend!" He cried bitterly on the ground, but the two people present were silent. "I had to turn into a mouse to avoid Sirius's pursuit. Take this man to Dumbledore. He is the murderer of your parents and now he has imprisoned me here."

"Quick! Quick!"

Harry pulled out his robe in disgust and kicked Peter aside lightly.

"How dare you say that? Everyone in the wizarding world knows that it was you who told Voldemort the location of my parents. You are the real secret keeper!"

At this point, Harry was so angry that his hand holding the wand began to tremble uncontrollably.