Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Do you think Headmaster Dumbledore will agree to our request?"

Ron thought of his captivating blue eyes, which were so sharp that they could penetrate people's hearts. He wondered if Dumbledore had seen any of his past memories. Ron was uneasy, but Dumbledore never looked for him alone again, which was good news.

"I think so."

As night fell, the castle gradually became quiet. The two men were not very afraid of this place where they spent every day together. As the crowd gradually thinned out, they walked upwards against the flow of people, accompanying and supporting each other.

Suddenly, more people came. Young wizards with tender cheeks lined up in a long queue. Leading the way was a senior school girl. "Please remember the route you are on now. In the next few years, you all need to go to the top floor at this time to attend the astronomy class."

The young wizards nodded in confusion, which reminded Ron of when he first came here. He was excited and thrilled, but also a little worried and anxious about the uncertain future. But now it was much better. In the long line, there was a person with very conspicuous hair color. His long red hair swayed back and forth, and he was holding a second-hand brass telescope in his hand.

"Ginny—"

Ron waved his hands and shouted softly. He suddenly remembered that his little sister had astronomy class tonight.

However, this long line was just passing by, getting farther and farther away from Ron. Ginny, who was further away, didn't hear clearly. She heard someone calling her in the crowd. When she turned around, she saw a line that seemed to have no end, and an endless corridor.

"Who is calling me?"

"Ginny, what's wrong with you?" said a girl with short brown hair next to her. "We're going to have astronomy class soon. We're so excited!"

"Yeah, me too."

Ginny tightened her grip on the telescope in her hand and pursed her lips slightly. She didn't know if her brother's telescope could still be used normally.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter. She shook her hair and caught up with the team. Behind her, there was a thin boy who was staring at the long red hair like a waterfall in fascination.

At this time in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore and Grindelwald sat side by side on a long sofa. The room was dimly lit, no oil lamps were lit, and no spells were used. Only the moonlight outside shone through the window onto the ground, forming a narrow parallelogram. There was also a strange-shaped shadow inside the parallelogram, which connected to the shadow next to it.

It turned out to be Fox. She had fallen asleep, and there was a long snake moving slowly on her claws. Everyone present had become accustomed to her presence and had become one with Fox.

"Rosier sent a letter saying that a secret room was found in the manor over there. In the secret room there is a long corridor, and every door in that corridor is blue."

Grindelwald looked at the ring on his hand. The irregular black stone was inlaid there, emitting slight magical fluctuations.

Dumbledore knew that if it was just an ordinary door, it would definitely not be told to him at this time, so it must be related to what Harry had mentioned to him.

"Have you ever gone in to see what's inside?"

"I can't open it, I can't get in."

Dumbledore was silent.

"How's that guy? Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you?"

"He's dead."

Grindelwald seemed a little surprised. He began to turn the ring in his hand. Even the first generation Dark Lord seemed a little nervous at this moment.

"I didn't see Harry today, but I heard he had a falling out with that stiff guy you have."

Speaking of this, Grindelwald felt a little gloating. He had never met such a tricky person. Yes, he was very tricky. His personality was like a hard stone. Every time he opened his mouth, he could choke people to death.

Dumbledore seemed to have received some news. He was obviously happy. He nodded and said, "Indeed, what Severus did was indeed a little ill-considered."

"Then what are you going to do? Give them back all the 100 points they gave you?"

"This is not acceptable. If extra points are given for no reason, it will damage the school's point system."

"I think that guy has gone out of his way to break the rules."

Grindelwald turned the ring faster, and Dumbledore noticed this but acted as if he didn't see it.

Dumbledore was silent. He obviously did not defend Severus as usual, nor did he say absolutely, "I believe him." Instead, he began to gradually reveal his estrangement from Severus to the people around him. No one knew what this move meant.

"Two little guys are coming to see you."

Grindelwald was a little surprised. It was already this late. "Then I'll be leaving first."

Dumbledore nodded without trying to persuade him to stay.

When he reached the window, Grindelwald suddenly turned around and said, "You are not him, are you?"

The moonlight on the floor gradually shifted to the right. He stood next to the window, blocking most of the moon halo, and the light in the room became dimmer.

Dumbledore's face was hidden in the darkness, as silent as the stalactites in the underground cave. Only those who had stayed there could understand its existence. The people coming and going on the ground might not know until they died that there was such a large group of beautiful stones under their feet.

"Hey, that's strange, how did you know that?"

Tom appeared from the darkness. His body was now transparent milky white and gradually solidified. The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer.

Dumbledore finally spoke, "When did you know this?"

Grindelwald's shadow seemed to shrink a little at a certain moment, and the ring in his hand finally stopped spinning.

"Probably from the first time I saw you."

There was still a suffocating silence, as if the harmony of the past had never happened.

"What about him? How is he?"

Grindelwald's voice was very low, but in such a quiet space, it made everyone who was paying attention feel a pang in their hearts.

"He should be in my body, adapting to life in the other world."

"Will he come back?"

"Maybe. It depends on him." Dumbledore had a blank expression on his face. He gave up his usual disguise of being approachable and kind, revealing his true fangs, but carefully concealed most of them.

"What about me in that world?"

When this person was mentioned, the tenderness in Dumbledore's eyes was revealed.

"He, he is much better than you."

Tom curled his lips. It was only because he and Dumbledore came into this world that Dumbledore would be closer to him. If that guy came, he probably would have no place to stay in this office.

"That's good, then we will continue to cooperate in the future."