Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The three of them walked to the Potions classroom and sat in the middle row. Harry was in the middle. He took out his book from his bag, opened a thick page, and fixed it with a quill before continuing to explain, "Lockhart changed the content of his detention to replying to fans' letters."

“Do you have a lot of fans?”

The idol's filter was very powerful and there was no way to completely shatter it all at once. Hermione was still very excited that she could hear such private things about her idol.

Harry gave a general idea.

"He actually replied to fans' letters in person and did it himself instead of using magic. I am really a fan of a high-quality idol. Lockhart is really different from others."

The two boys opened their mouths. Although they wanted to refute, they wisely remained silent on this matter.

"So you made a mistake in the content of your reply and he targeted you?"

"It's like this."

Harry put the blame on Lockhart without any psychological burden. After all, he was the one who ran out of the office without warning, and he was also the one who came back in a swagger.

"Look!" Ron patted the table lightly, trying to get Hermione's attention. "The fan letter was actually written by someone else. What a hateful act."

"Nonsense, Professor Lockhart is just too tired. Besides, if those people knew that the contents of their letters had been read by the professor and Harry Potter had replied to them, they would probably be happier."

Ron thought about it and it seemed to be true. After all, Harry's reputation was much greater than Lockhart's.

The classroom was gradually filled with people. There was a clear distinction between the two colleges. The blue ocean was cold and peaceful, while the red flame was hot and noisy. They were in the same classroom, but showed two different personalities, like ice and fire.

Harry glanced at Ravenclaw College, where he saw a familiar figure, it was Zhou Fu. The two looked at each other and then looked away.

The whole classroom fell silent because they could hear clear footsteps in the quiet corridor outside, tap, tap, tap, tap, it was Snape.

It was still the same as before, similar to the PPT often used in schools in the 20th century. Snape waved his hand, and the curtain fell down suddenly, revealing the potion to be brewed today. Then the windows of the classroom were closed one by one, and the room became darker little by little. Snape stood in front of the podium. His height advantage allowed him to see everyone's face and desk clearly.

"Well, well. Look at the homework you handed in these days. Gryffindor will deduct 20 points."

There was absolutely no warning. From the beginning of this class, no one in Gryffindor had said a word, and they were deducted 20 points for no reason. This was very Snape.

Hermione's cheeks turned red with anger. She cared a lot about the honor of the college, and she would never accept such an unclear deduction of points. So Hermione raised her hand high to express her dissatisfaction.

Dudley was still sitting in the last row, leaning against the corner. He stared at the entire classroom with interest, watching Snape showing off his power on the podium. He felt that there would be another good show to watch today.

"Ron Velez."

Ron was called up unexpectedly. He remembered the homework he had handed in and lowered his head guiltily. He thought that since he was away these few days, if the teaching assistants were there to mark the homework, they would definitely let him pass.

It's not that he doesn't want to write seriously, but this kind of thing is just like the chemistry in his previous life. Seeing these things makes him dizzy, not to mention that he has to deal with all kinds of disgusting and inexplicable medicinal materials.

"Look at the paper you wrote. If you had used that giant brain of yours, you wouldn't have given your poor old professor such a hard time."

Ron's ears turned red, but luckily the classroom was dim and no one saw his embarrassment.

"Neville Longbottom"

The little boy seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He seemed to stand there subconsciously, his eyes still very confused.

"If you prepare the potion in your homework and feed it to your toad, then you can choose a Feng Shui treasure land and buy a tombstone to make my Toad Treasure dead."

It was a consensus among everyone that Snape had a very poisonous tongue. When he stood on the podium again, his poisonous tongue had reached an even higher level. It was as if he was not sent out by Dumbledore to do something, but was going to an advanced poisonous tongue class for more systematic learning and training.

There was laughter coming from the side. Snape's full firepower was aimed at Gryffindor. Ravenclaw was still out of the range of the firepower. Everyone was just watching the show.

I would like to ask how to spend the long hours in a teacher's class who is very strict? Answer: Watch him scold others, while ensuring that you will not be scolded.

Neville was still in a daze. He seemed not to understand what was going on. Seamus beside him was poking his leg anxiously. He saw from the corner of his eye that Snape's face was getting darker and darker.

Harry turned around, looking inquiring. Would that person show up? What would be the premise for another consciousness, or someone traveling from the future?

"Dean Thomas."

A tall boy with black hair and dark skin stood up. He seemed to know that he was in great danger and now had to face the reckoning of the Slytherin leader. With the courage to die and the spirit of a warrior, he looked directly at the old bat.

However, Snape ignored him, which made Dean feel a little disappointed. Why did he only scold them and not me? Did I disappoint him too much?

"Seamus Finnigan."

Snape called out his troops and it seemed as if he had already made a death list in his mind. Harry looked at the people around him who were all called out, except Hermione who was sitting next to him. He immediately had a bad feeling in his heart, feeling that today's wave was aimed at him.

There is a rule in the world called Murphy's Law, which always works when people think of it. Harry once again verified this magical law.

"Harry Potter."

The discussion in the other college became even louder.

Harry stood up. He was already quite tall now, a head taller than his peers, standing out among the crowd.

"Professor Snape, may I ask what you want to do by waking up the Gryffindor students?"

There were gasps from all around. It was truly Harry Potter, he was having a head-on fight with the old bat.

"Harry Potter is disrespectful to the professor, 5 points deducted."

Hermione, who was still sitting, hurriedly pulled Harry's sleeve, signaling him not to confront the professor. After all, he came out today for no apparent reason and no one knew what his purpose was, so he should be cautious.

"What on earth do you want to do today?"

Harry asked in his mind.

"You must cooperate with me. I will extend your confinement today. We have something to discuss in person. You must go with me to the forbidden forest to collect herbs tonight."

The two looked at each other and Harry nodded imperceptibly.

"Oh, that's not right. If you want detention, then just do it. Why do you have to deduct so many points from Gryffindor? Is there a necessary connection between the two?"

"Have."