Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The dim corridor was extremely quiet, with only the flickering light of the torches hanging on the wall.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, come this way," a sudden voice broke the silence, "Follow up, follow up, don't fall behind, let's see where Harry went today?" The voice came from a little boy with red hair, and behind him was a brown head.

A little further back, there was a chubby little boy with brown hair, like a moving chocolate.

Ron looked into the distance and saw a dark figure looming at the end of the corridor. "Hurry up, it's too late." He had no time to greet Neville who was falling behind. Relying on his experience from the last tracking, he quietly followed Harry.

What about Harry at this moment? His eyes were open, but his expression was dull and he had no sense at all. Harry hung his head, dragged his feet, and walked forward step by step. No one knew where his destination was.

Filch's kitten ran over, and when it saw Harry, it meowed non-stop. Harry seemed to have regained consciousness and hid himself with a Disillusionment Charm.

Just when Miaomiao was wondering why the person in front of it suddenly disappeared, a few particularly conspicuous figures in the distance attracted its attention. Its small head could not contain such a big doubt, so Miaomiao ran forward.

Suddenly, three people appeared. Filch rushed out. He saw the three students who were taking a night walk, and his eyes were full of surprise and joy.

"Which college are you from? I'm going to catch you." Filch shouted. Ron and the other two saw this and immediately ran away. "Why can't we do it tonight?" Ron was a little disappointed. He scratched his messy red hair and pulled Seamus, who was running at the back. He couldn't fall behind.

Where does Harry go every night? Ron is so damn curious. He asked him during the day, but he said he didn't go anywhere at night. How could this be possible?

But there was no time to worry about that now. Being caught by Filch was no joking matter.

After they rushed back to the Gryffindor dormitory, Hermione was sitting on the sofa. The dancing flames inside shone on her body. Her pursed lips, tense cheeks, and folded arms all showed that she was on the verge of exploding.

This was not good. Ron was roaring in his heart, but he looked obedient and submissive like a cowardly little wife. In front of Hermione, although he was no longer the same Ron, when facing Hermione, he always felt that the dean was standing in front of him.

After Filch left, Harry did not remove the Disillusionment Charm on his body. He continued to walk forward, walked to the stairs, and went down and down, as if there was no end.

On a late autumn night, the temperature dropped sharply. Harry, wearing a thin wizard robe, walked into the cold basement. He shook his body unconsciously, as if he was a little cold.

But there was still no consciousness in the emerald eyes. "Knock, knock, knock." Harry knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for the person inside to respond.

There were rows of cabinets in the room, which contained all kinds of magical herbs. There was also a crucible that was bubbling with dark red liquid, and the gas on it was spiraling up, with colorful colors flashing from time to time. This was a real pot of perfect quality medicine.

"Oh, why are you here?" Snape originally heard the footsteps outside the door, with his wand in hand, keeping alert at all times. But when he saw Harry pushing the door open, he let down his guard.

"Gryffindor is out at night, deduct points..." Snape was just about to laugh at Harry, who had a brain like a troll, for deliberately going out at night into the office of his arch-enemy Gryffindor and deducting points from the house.

But he soon discovered that something was wrong with Harry. His eyes were dull, his movements were stiff, and he was mumbling something in a very low voice, as if he was under the Imperius Curse. When he thought of this, his expression froze. Who on earth was so bold as to attack Harry again?

Snape took a closer look at Harry's condition. This was somewhat different from the Imperius Curse. This was more like, like sleepwalking?! You must be kidding, but this guess made him let go of the screws in his heart and have the idea of ​​revenge.

It was Harry's fault that he made an old professor like him worry so much. He remembered a few years ago. How long ago was it? Harry seemed to have done the same thing before. The last time he did it, he had not yet been assigned to a college. This time (evil smile).

Snape continued with his previous thoughts, but because of the possibility he had just thought of, he showed some mercy.

"Well, Gryffindor, students are out at night, deduct 25 points." Snape looked at the little Harry in front of him with satisfaction. Not bad, not bad. He was originally worried about Harry's talent. Slytherin's chances of winning the House Cup this year might be in jeopardy, but now...

Harry was still mumbling under his breath, and occasionally, "I'm sorry, please don't die" or something like that floated into his ears. Snape couldn't quite hear what Harry was saying, so he leaned in to hear what the brat was up to.

Unexpectedly, when he got closer, Harry grabbed Snape's hand. Snape struggled and pretended to let go, but did not let go.

This is Lily's son, his emerald green eyes staring at Snape's nose.

Snape was motionless, he was frozen in place, this stinky Potter, the older he got, the more he looked like Lily, the past, the heavy love, the guilt of killing his lover, the unconscious Harry. Finally, this double agent who had always maintained a cold face let down the wall he had built for many years.

He wanted to see what Harry did.

Harry stretched out his hand under Snape's nose. Snape looked at the finger under his nose and frowned in disgust. Now he regretted it a little. He shouldn't have been soft-hearted.

Curiosity finally won out. When Harry felt a warm current, his dull green eyes seemed to recover a little. Harry put his hand on Snape's neck again and pressed it.

The fresh, vibrant life, the vigorous vitality under his palms, the warm skin, made Harry's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and those tears could not withstand the strong gravity, and fell straight down, hitting Harry's wizard robes and the floor of Snape's office heavily.

Really, really, he was still alive, this was not a dream, he was standing there, blood was no longer oozing from his neck, he was still mocking him in that familiar tone, he was still deducting Gryffindor house points as usual.

Huh?! Points deducted!!! Harry suddenly woke up.

Harry stared into Snape's dark eyes and wondered if using a forgetfulness spell on the professor was a feasible option.

He smiled ingratiatingly, trying to arouse the professor's sympathy, and Harry blinked his eyes. This was the first time in his life that he acted cute.

But the professor didn't give me face...

"From now on, you will come to my place for detention every Monday night." The smile moved from Harry's face to the professor's face.