Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Dumbledore was now lying on the ground, analyzing the mysterious door carefully, from top to bottom, from left to right. No matter what kind of magic he cast or what kind of potion he poured, the door had no effect. It was only when the magic power was a little stronger that lines would flash by, as if mocking him.

Dumbledore's beard trembled a few times. This was the first time he encountered such a difficult problem. How could he open this door? What was the world inside like?

He recalled the stunning glimpse he had just had. It was truly breathtaking. It seemed that all the words in the world were not enough to describe the shock it brought to him.

Forget it, I should go ask Gryffindor and see how Harry is doing.

Before leaving, he also took away Peter Pettigrew, who was squatting next to him counting stones. Peter had gradually recovered at this time, but his mind seemed to still remain in that of a child.

Dumbledore sighed. He had seen the emotions and friendship of the four robbers before, but he didn't expect that they would end up like this. James was no longer in this world. Sirius lived in guilt all day long and even abused himself to relieve the pain in his heart. Peter ended up losing his magic power, and Lupin was on the edge of gray all day long, struggling to stick to his bottom line -

It's fate after all -

When Dumbledore came up, he greeted the person in the portrait. The person's cheeks turned red with excitement and he leaned to the edge. He looked somewhat similar to James Potter.

Maybe that's why Sirius acquiesced -

When I returned to the office and sat on the chair, I found that the photo frame was already filled with two people, one was the thinner Harry, and the other was the strong Gryffindor.

"Harry - what are you doing?" Dumbledore hesitated.

Then he looked at Gryffindor, who tactfully moved aside, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aww, that guy squeezed me out, and now he's the one controlling my body."

Dumbledore had a solemn expression, as this was something he had never heard of before. However, when he saw Gryffindor next to him looking relaxed, he felt relieved. After all, even their ancestors were not in a hurry, so why should he be in a hurry? There was a huge gap between ancient magic and modern magic, and many advanced techniques had been lost. Maybe Gryffindor had them.

"That guy won't be here for long. Harry and I have already told you this. You can relax a little."

Dumbledore put the remaining half of his heart back, and the three of them began to discuss the door. Harry was responsible for describing in detail what he remembered, and focusing on Sirius' steps. Dumbledore and Gryffindor analyzed the composition of this magic with their profound knowledge and experience. The three of them discussed enthusiastically.

Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the door, accompanied by a little girl's voice that Harry felt was particularly familiar.

When Hermione came in, he hurriedly disappeared into the photo frame. Dumbledore coughed twice, placed the photo frame facing the table, and put it down.

"Miss Granger, what may I do for you?"

Hermione was obviously a little nervous at the moment. There was a bulge in her sleeves that floated up and down, as if something was wriggling there.

Dumbledore noticed it and smiled at Hermione kindly, "What would you like? I have hot cocoa, coffee, juice, tea--" He dragged out his tone, hoping to ease little Hermione's nervousness.

She finally composed herself and pulled the creature out of her sleeve.

But Dumbledore was not calm. He stood up suddenly and came close to the little guy. The little guy grinned, as if he wanted to give the wrinkled old man a good blow.

Dumbledore chuckled, trying to appear more amiable. "What is this?"

“This is an egg I picked up at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. I wanted to take a look at it out of curiosity. The pattern on it is very bright and beautiful.

Harry was stunned. Hermione was truly a god.

"I accidentally hatched it." She held the little guy up to Dumbledore and then pretended to be pitiful. "Headmaster, can I keep it in the dormitory?"

The little guy seemed to realize who was the key to deciding his fate, and quickly retracted his sharp claws, then stared at Dumbledore with his big black and white eyes.

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, this requires some time. I can't give you an answer for the time being, so you can leave it with me first. I will give you a result in three days, okay?"

Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up, it seemed there was hope, and a big smile appeared on her face. Happiness is contagious, and Dumbledore's mood also improved unconsciously.

Hermione shifted her eyes to the sofa beside her. A middle-aged man who was eating candy and drooling had an awkward smile on his face. She was so nervous that she didn't notice it.

"So what else do you have to say?"

Apparently Dumbledore had ordered them to leave. After the excitement wore off, Hermione realized what a bold decision it was to come to the office alone. This was the headmaster, Headmaster Dumbledore, one of the most powerful people in the wizarding world today.

She retreated obediently.

"What are you going to do with him?" Gryffindor suddenly appeared.

Dumbledore stared at Peter Pettigrew, who had become like a child, and didn't know how to deal with him.

If he was left alone in the Muggle world, how would he survive? Even if he was well taken care of, wouldn't Lily and James who died because of him be——

"Harry, you decide."

"Harry?"

Dumbledore called out several times, but Harry was unwilling to show up, so Gryffindor disappeared, and then Harry was kicked into the picture.

"Just now, I was in the toilet just now."

Harry nodded frantically, deciding to take the opportunity given by Dumbledore to back down.

"This is the person who killed your parents. It's up to you to make the decision."

Harry thought for a moment. He didn't know why, but he always felt uneasy in his heart, as if there was something he hadn't discovered.

"Let him go, to the Muggle world or the wizarding world."

Gryffindor suddenly suggested.

The two had no objection to his decision. He must have his own reasons for doing so.

Harry glanced back at the Gryffindors.

Gryffindor was grinning and laughing extremely ostentatiously, which was really unbearable to look at. Harry frowned, thinking that this was not his ideal ancestor.

At this time, the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts was silent. Qinggang and Ziluan were crawling deeper into the forest. "Brother, brother, do you feel a chill on your back?"

"Really? Don't be ridiculous. We snakes are cold-blooded animals."

"This joke is not funny at all."

“I don’t know how to appreciate it.”

A puff of black smoke, with a human face vaguely outlined in gray, was slowly following the two small snakes. For a snake master, snakes were the best animals to possess when he was weak.

Voldemort, too—