Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Yes, yes, that's what I thought."

Lupin laughed heartily.

Ron had a very pleasant conversation with Moony, one of the four former robbers, which was something Harry had not expected.

During their first meeting, Harry was sure that he had a moment of palpitations. Speaking of this, Harry was extremely distressed, feeling that the scenes in his memory had been changed almost entirely. Umbridge's early arrival, Grindelwald's escape, Voldemort's disappearance, and the mysterious forces' covetous gaze, everything had changed too much, and the memories of the past had become a constraint.

"By the way, Harry, what's that in your hand?"

Hermione was sitting not far away, and she could smell the bitter odor of the small bottle of potion in Harry's hand.

Lupin looked over now.

"Ah~ This is because Professor Lupin was sick, and Professor Snape couldn't bear it, so he gave him some tonic potion."

Harry lied with his eyes open, and Hermione knew he was just trying to fool her. No one would do such a thing, and Ron, who knew a little about the inside story, secretly gave him a thumbs up.

Lupin was a little embarrassed. He had heard about this little girl in front of him since he entered Hogwarts. She was very smart and acted very carefully. If she noticed it -

"Thank you, Harry." Lupin took the potion from Harry, opened the wooden cork on the top, and poured it into his mouth. Ron stared at the whole process with some curiosity, but did not notice any changes such as wolf hair, fangs, and height growth.

"What are you looking at?"

Lupin felt Ron's strong gaze, and this time it was Ron's turn to be embarrassed. His brain jumped out of his head and he ran into the Forbidden Forest. He began to lose control of his mouth and started talking nonsense as soon as his lips moved.

"I just saw that it tasted so good, I wanted to have a dose too."

Atmosphere terminator, at this moment in the cabin even the sound of a needle falling could be heard. Of course, it was also possible that it got stuck in the gap between the wooden boards.

Lupin didn't know what to say, so he tentatively said, "How about - next time - I'll let you have a taste?"

Ron's brain ran back from the Forbidden Forest, jumped into his skull, and stretched lazily.

He suddenly returned to normal, as if helped by God, and let out an extremely awkward dry laugh.

"I'm just trying to adjust the atmosphere," Ron paused, "Of course, I'm also very curious about whether the tonic potion brewed by Professor Snape is drinkable?"

He made a little joke and everyone present laughed out loud, and they found a common topic.

Lupin blinked and said humorously, "I think there were only a few dozen coprolites added to it."

In a corner that no one noticed, the flame on the fireplace stopped for a moment, and when Harry was about to sweep over, it resumed its normal movement, and the edge of the flame was dotted with a circle of purple.

The same color change occurs in Azkaban prison.

The prison is located on an unknown island on the sea. Many spells have been cast on it. The British Ministry of Magic has signed a contract with the Dementors to make them live here and not allow them to go out without permission.

The prisoners inside became food for the Dementors, with wailing and screaming. Those who had just entered still had some strength to curse, but those who had been there for more than ten years had already lost their eyes and became empty shells.

Bellatrix Lestrange has survived until now thanks to her strong love for her master. A few years ago, someone promised to rescue them at this moment. Could it be the master?

She was so thin at this moment that only skin and bones were left, her cheeks were uneven, and her eye sockets were sunken. Two eyeballs were dotted abruptly in the eye sockets. She looked ferociously at the place outside the prison, where several Dementors were feeding on a person. Looking at the familiar face, she had some memories. This seemed to be her husband, it seemed, she thought casually.

Rodolphus Lestrange, she silently repeated his name, faster and faster. This violent action had an amazing breath of life, and in the eyes of the Dementors, it became a feast for them.

The Dementors slowly gathered. In another prison, Antonin Dolohov raised his eyelids with a gloating look, watching the crazy woman in the prison opposite who was about to die. He was in a good mood for a moment, because the master was about to come, and the fewer elders left among them, the better, so that the master's attention would not have to be divided equally.

Those who stay in Azkaban prison and refuse to use the advantages of their pure-blood family to clear themselves of the charges, and those who have stayed in Azkaban for more than ten years, are all lunatics who are loyal to Voldemort.

There were more and more Dementors, Bellatrix laughed loudly, and Antonin cursed a few times because some Dementors couldn't squeeze in and came to him.

The crazy woman was about to be swallowed by the Dementors. The empty cell was filled with incorporeal ghosts. Coldness, silence and despair dominated this space. Sunlight, warmth and hope were incompatible with this.

In an instant, the shadow engulfed a quarter of the prison, and half of the Dementors inside were killed. Before they could do anything more extreme, they turned into black gas and floated into the air. The entire prison became turbulent in an instant.

But as if it had been planned in advance, many Aurors who had been hiding for a long time came out from the surroundings, and all kinds of silver animals jumped out from the tips of their wands, either lazy otters, or elegant elks, or long silver snakes, or the majestic phoenix. The rioting Dementors were suppressed in an instant.

The staff member of the Ministry of Magic on duty turned over lazily. There were not many quiet places like this. As long as they learned the Patronus well, they could rest in these places year after year. As for the noise, who cared?

Anyway, they were some death row prisoners who committed heinous crimes, and their death left a vacant cell.

Voldemort's former subordinates escaped in an instant without anyone noticing.

Bellatrix knelt on the hard stone, listening to the sound of waves and the cries of seagulls. Tears suddenly streamed down her face. She leaned forward, carefully grasped the robe of the young man in front of her, wiped her mouth with her only clean hand, and kissed the corner of his clothes.

Anthony was also kneeling on the stone, but he carefully raised his head and glanced at the face in front of him which was obviously much younger. For a moment, his heart was filled with enthusiasm and countless desires burst out. He understood that the pain of the past had its own value at this moment.

Others were scattered around.

Tom helped Bellatrix to stand up, patted her shoulder affectionately, conjured up a bottle of reagent out of thin air, and handed it to her.

The crazy woman was so excited that she was speechless. This was the happiest moment in her life.

The master saw me—the master saw me! The master saw me!!

"Loyalty will be rewarded, and betrayal will be punished."

This light-hearted remark made several people in the back shudder. They had no power and did not want to enter Azkaban prison. They were just typical scapegoats found by the minister at the time in order to appease the people.

And now-

A few people looked at each other and the opportunity came.