Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Severus, thank you for your hard work. Please put your things here first and come back to me at 7 o'clock in the evening."

"Harry Potter will be given detention tonight."

That's what rejection means.

"Then I'll wait for you here at 5:30 this afternoon."

Snape left. Before leaving, he glanced at the young man in the center. The young man suddenly turned his head and the two men looked at each other. Snape felt the mark on his arm getting hotter, more intensely than ever before.

"Okay, Lupin, you go back first."

Lupin obviously knew something. "Can I take another look at that office?"

Dumbledore was a little surprised. "Yes, I believe Professor Lockhart will welcome you very much."

Lupin also left, and Dumbledore's eyes fell on Grindelwald, "You can call Harry out, maybe you will have a lot to talk about, and take care of Jermain at the same time."

Grindelwald knew that this was going to have something else to say, so he stood up from the sofa, took out a handful of candy, and placed it on Dumbledore's table, "This is Honeydukes' new product. Some of them were brought over from the Muggle world. You can try them."

Dumbledore smiled happily.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two people left in the originally crowded office. Dumbledore stood up from his chair and walked straight to the young man.

"Tom."

Voldemort frowned, but surprisingly, there was no change in his emotions. Perhaps he had gotten used to it.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

Tom bent down slightly. From that moment on, he truly accepted this name. Then, some wonderful changes took place in his body. He was able to control his limbs freely. It turned out that Grindelwald had a backup plan.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"I want to enroll and become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

This request was something Dumbledore had not expected.

"You should know that I will not let you take this position."

Although Dumbledore believed that Voldemort's current situation might be half caused by himself, he would not tolerate a dark wizard with a split soul serving as a professor at Hogwarts.

Tom seemed to have anticipated it. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the mural on the top floor. He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head imperceptibly.

"You should pay for what you did, Tom."

The rope slowly appeared and tied up the young man tightly. Tom didn't care. He even had the mood to look at the dust swirling in the air, forming spirals and flowing slowly with the air.

Dumbledore sighed. He had no right to make this decision, nor was he qualified to forgive Voldemort on behalf of those who had died.

"I know, but I have clues that you don't."

"Is that the dietary compendium?"

Tom was shocked, he thought the book was so secret that he would have destroyed it all after reading it, how could it be?

Oh, he suddenly remembered that Abraxas Malfoy had asked him about this matter. Unexpectedly, Abraxas Malfoy -

Tom remained calm. How could he pin his hopes on a vague book? As long as the value of the exchange was appropriate, he believed that Dumbledore would eventually compromise. As for the follow-up, it would depend on each person's ability.

"Your shadow."

"Are you looking for me?"

The shadow on the corner of Dumbledore's desk disappeared and condensed into a handsome young man, full of vigor and vitality, still wearing the clothes of a prefect. Tom looked at him carefully as a teenager. His soul was stable and complete, and he didn't look like a Horcrux.

It seems that Dumbledore has mastered a magical system that he is not aware of.

Tom originally thought that it was just a piece of his soul that was split unconsciously in his fifth grade, and Dumbledore used it as the final killer.

"You're even more stupid than I thought."

The boy floated in front of Tom and looked carefully at the other self whose face was unfamiliar but whose soul was familiar. He looked at Dumbledore with a reproachful expression.

"You are on guard against me because of this kind of person. You know I——"

"I know you are a good kid with a good heart."

Dumbledore soothed, "Come back soon, be careful he doesn't hurt you."

Tom felt jealous and dissatisfied. It was obviously him, so why was Dumbledore so defensive against him? On the contrary, he was very protective of the other him.

"We are from the same world, right?"

Time seemed to stand still. Even the sound of a needle falling could be heard. A candy in Dumbledore's hand slipped out from between his fingers and fell to the ground. The dry and hard candy wrapper collided with the rough ground, and the solid candy made a crisp sound and broke into two halves. The orange-red filling inside flowed out and stained the floor through the gap in the candy wrapper.

The portraits on the wall did not move at all. The headmasters remained silent, as if they had not heard anything. Tom felt his neck suddenly being strangled. Dumbledore teleported in front of him. He could see the sunlight shining through Dumbledore's hair. The gray hair became more transparent in the golden sunlight. The movement of dust also stopped. Time was frozen into a mural like Van Gogh's starry sky. Countless gray dots and thin lines were arranged into mysterious threads, forming an exquisite pattern.

Before Tom could say his last words, he disappeared from the world silently. Then his body broke into pieces bit by bit and finally turned into dust.

The dust resumed its rotation, and they formed a new pattern, like a sunflower always facing the rising sun, or like an old man and the sea, fighting bravely.

The boy was not surprised at all, "Tsk, you are still so decisive."

"Why did you force me to kill him?"

"The disadvantages outweigh the advantages. I'm just helping you make up your mind."

The boy was very satisfied, he didn't need another person with the same name as him in the world. Also, how dare this dirty guy kill James Potter, the little brother who admired him the most, followed him around every day, and aspired to become a warrior like him.

The boy walked up to the Sorting Hat and lifted it up. The Sorting Hat resisted being held by this man who looked like Voldemort, so it closed its mouth and became like a real dead object.

The young man slapped him mercilessly, "I knew you were such a bad person, open it quickly."

The Sorting Hat twisted stubbornly a few times, and Dumbledore chuckled. He seemed to be back in the familiar office, but everything was different now.

"Open it."

The Sorting Hat opened reluctantly, and the boy reached his arm inside, rummaged around, and then took out a shining sword. The whole process was very smooth and there was no obstacle.

As if to prove something, he walked up to Dumbledore.

"I want to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."