Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Are you sure what you say is true?"

"Of course, of course I'm sure of that." He patted his chest heavily. The boy next to him frowned in disgust, moved to the side, and stood close to Malfoy.

"Tell me everything that happened that day."

The boy was so scared that his face was covered in sweat. In addition, he had just been thrown onto the dining table by the guy next to him. The sharp broken glass pierced his thick back and caused a lot of blood to flow.

Although Professor Snape healed up and disappeared immediately on the way, he still felt a dull pain in his back.

What did I do to offend anyone? I just told the truth.

With this feeling, Bruce began his story.

"I saw the professor, and she seemed to join in the fun, but she soon leaned against the wall beside her, looking uncomfortable. I kindly wanted to help her -"

"cut--"

"Don't you believe it!"

"Okay, then keep talking. You guys shut up too!"

No one wants to provoke the grumpy Professor Bat.

"Then her steps floated and she seemed to have returned to normal. She walked into a classroom and I followed her as if possessed by a ghost."

"and then?"

"Oh, don't worry. Then I heard her mumbling through the crack in the door."

"What did she say?" Malfoy asked anxiously. After experiencing so much, he was no longer the ignorant newbie in his previous life. He understood the accuracy of the professor's predictions. Although they were usually just nonsense based on what he said, but at certain moments, it was fate that could not be changed.

"By the way, you guys go out first."

"Ah, Professor, I'm going out too." Malfoy pointed at himself in disbelief, his light blond hair flying in the air.

It's been a long time since he used that lifeless hair spray.

"Yes, get out."

The two men walked out of the office reluctantly.

"Okay, go on."

"she says--"

The moment the boy raised his head, Snape, the master of Legilimency, saw clearly what happened that day through his eyes.

In a dimly lit classroom, the woman fell to the ground, her back resting on the podium, staring at the corner of the table, and whispered, "The young girl, who took on a life that did not belong to her, will eventually pay the price—"

She said something else, but from this perspective, Bruce obviously didn't hear it clearly, and his mind was always focused on the word "price".

Snape walked out with a look of regret on his face. If it had taken any longer, Bruce's brain would have been useless. What a pity! If he had remained a Death Eater, he wouldn't have cared about these things at all.

The pain in his arm reminded him all the time that a grand gathering was about to be held, and he was the betrayer who was destined not to be able to attend.

When he was leaving, Snape changed this memory. The master prophet fell asleep on the ground as soon as he entered. Snape suddenly felt bored and thought he had been fooled. He kicked the door heavily, looked at the awakened professor, laughed and left.

This kid has undoubtedly been burdened with a heavy, hard and big blame, but there is nothing he can do about it.

Every prophecy that comes along reduces the scope of what is known.

As soon as poor Bruce opened his eyes, our Professor Snape started spraying his venom.

"Okay, okay, Bruce. You're playing tricks on me to shirk your responsibility."

"Fifty points from Slytherin! Your detention will be extended—"

Malfoy stared at Bruce in disbelief, "Dean, if nothing unexpected happens, we will win the house cup this semester!"

To be honest, Snape regretted it the moment he said it. He should never joke about such things.

But with a personality like his, there was no room for regret, so he could only rub his forehead, pretending to be angry, and let the matter go.

He was frantically practicing Occlumency to make his anger and cold face look more credible. He drove Bruce out and called the two people outside the door in.

"Have you enjoyed your stay here for a while?"

"How should I put it? The senses aren't particularly good."

"You've been here the longest. If you don't like it, why don't you leave?"

"I just find it funny to see you being so suspicious."

"you!"

"So why did you suddenly--"

"Professor, that's what you think. You and Malfoy stared at me for so long in the examination room, and considering Malfoy's previous behavior, anyone with a discerning eye knows what's going on. I couldn't help it, so I just lifted the lid. Okay, I'm tired of playing around, so send me away quickly."

Snape dug out the paper written by the boy from a pile of homework and handed him a quill. "Come here, copy this sentence here."

The boy looked at it and saw that it was obviously the last paper he submitted before the final exam. What was it? A discussion on the materials of the sweet dream sleeping potion.

It was obvious that this passage had been corrected. A heavy line was drawn on it with a red feather pen, and a big question mark was written underneath.

"So it would be lavender, wormwood, and water."

Snape rolled his eyes a little. When he was patrolling the classroom, many people got this question wrong, which really made him angry.

"Write it here."

Although the boy didn't understand, he still did it.

The handwriting was fluent, vigorous and powerful, three-quarters of the way into the paper. The boy habitually put a dot at the end and looked at his calligraphy masterpiece with satisfaction.

"It seems it is indeed you."

The boy focused his eyes on his habitual little dot, muttering to himself, this guy is really good.

"If you want to leave now, I'm afraid you can't."

"Why?" The boy's tone was somewhat panicked, no longer as arrogant as before.

"We haven't found any in a long time. They must have been used up."

"You're lying." The boy stared at Snape. "As long as our group of people don't leave, and all the people who travel through time and space in this world don't leave, then it will never be stable, and these loopholes will exist forever."

"How did you know?"

The boy knew that he had said something wrong, so he pursed his lips tightly and stood there like a piece of wood without saying anything.

"Did you find anyone else besides him?"

"I haven't found anything yet. But you can go ask Nott." Malfoy said.

Hearing this name, the boy suddenly understood something.

Outside the office, Bruce was walking in the corridor in a trance when he saw several people who were looking for him angrily to settle a score. Naturally, he ran away and rushed into the Slytherin lounge, where he was met with several cold gazes.

At that remote base, Dumbledore and Mr. Arthur hurried and finally arrived within two days, using countless door keys.

When Arthur Weasley suggested trying a Muggle plane, Dumbledore flatly refused and hid their whereabouts even more secretly.

At a glance, there is an endless desert. It seems that this place has not yet been invaded by monsters. One can only see the occasional gecko coming out, and a camel with its two humps leaning to the sides and foaming at the mouth. It is going crazy in the desert and occasionally bumps into a cactus. After being pricked by the thorns, it rushes out howling.

A lioness was roaring, and in front of her, a male lion was fleeing, using up all his strength. Not only that, further away, a giraffe, taking advantage of its long neck, was eating leaves leisurely, and had time to appreciate the family ethics drama in front of it. Then it dodged the camel's attack very gracefully and accidentally stepped on the gecko's tail.

Gecko, decisively climbed off the wall to escape.

It can be said that this place is really full of vitality.

"There are wizards protecting this place." Arthur Weasley said with certainty, because just one meter away, pink mist was swirling here, and no one could get in. The monsters lurking in the depths of the mist were staring at this pure land that had not been disturbed yet.

"This is where Grindelwald and I cast a spell together."

"Oh?" Arthur was a little surprised.

"When did you and——"

Dumbledore blinked, obviously not intending to tell the truth, and changed the subject very abruptly, took out a handful of candy from his pocket and forced it into Arthur's hand.

"You will go to meet your new colleague later. No, it can't be said to be a new colleague. If nothing unexpected happens, you should have met him in the Ministry of Magic before."

Arthur was even more confused.

The two men walked around as if they were in an empty desert, and found a small house protruding from the horizon in the empty desert. When they opened the door, they found it dark and desolate. Water was slowly flowing down the walls, and yellow-green gas was floating on the ground, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Going deeper, there is a long underground passage that seems to be rarely visited by people.

"This is a secret Muggle military base. Your first task is to help strengthen the barrier defenses here. Secondly, detect whether there are any strange wizards who have replaced or occupied identities. Finally, build good relations with them and let them know that there are also pro-Muggle wizards among wizards."

This is clearly a long-term job here, cultivating relationships.

"Not many people know about this, Arthur, and I hope you keep it a secret as well."

Arthur nodded heavily.

After walking out of the passage, the two Apparated and passed through the sentinel checkpoint. In the spacious hall, they saw a wizard who had been turned into stone by the petrification spell. He was short and had a ferocious expression.

Dumbledore showed a look of understanding in his eyes, and then Wu Zhenguo walked down with his general.

"Hello, I'm Dumbledore."

When the two men suddenly appeared in the hall, all the guns were pointed at them.

“Put it down, put it down!”

The admiral spoke quickly, and his attitude became extremely friendly, even a little flattering.

"So you are the famous, Lord Dumbledore."

The two sides held cordial and friendly talks.

The two people following behind them looked at each other, appearing a little embarrassed.

Arthur looked at the typical East Asian face in front of him and didn't understand why there was such an image in the Ministry of Magic where he used to work. Even if there was, how could he not recognize it?

"Long time no see, Mr. Weasley." As soon as the familiar voice spoke, Arthur froze in place.

"You, you were originally under Crouch—"

"right--"

Putting aside the surprise on this side, Harry was looking forward to Dumbledore's arrival. He even suspected that the Fawkes he met that day was just his wishful thinking, used to solve the current predicament of not being able to make any progress.

Loffett went to explore the principal's office, but he hasn't come back yet. Cedric, who was sent out, came back with a depressed look on his face and was as silent as a mountain, so Harry didn't dare to ask him any more questions.

Needless to say, Ron followed behind him. Except for that inexplicable person, no other people approached him. Instead, they avoided Ron as if he were a virus.

Ron has become a little autistic now.

"Cedric, do you have any?"

"Oh, sorry, I was just trying to sort out my thoughts and words."

"Then go ahead." Lockhart crossed his legs, looking extremely relaxed and comfortable, as if he was listening to a story. The small table next to him contained the refreshments he had asked for from the kitchen.

"I didn't know which college they were in, and since we couldn't speak the language, I had to go back to the auditorium where we had dinner, hoping to find a few people who knew English there."

Ron's eyes lit up. This was simply a case of them sharing the same suffering and being in the same boat.

"Later, a girl kindly helped me and took me to the dormitory where those people were."

This sounded like something interesting, and Harry began to get excited.

"But they talked about this and that and refused to reveal any useful information to me. They said that the principal was often away for work, and that after their students graduated, they might not see the principal very often. There were only a few deans in the school who managed the school's daily affairs."

"and then?"

"Then it was gone. I even asked them what those dolls were. A few days ago, one of our companions accidentally broke a doll. Is there anything wrong?"

"When I opened my mouth to say these words, they kicked me out and made it clear that I was not welcome."

Cedric recalled the scene at that time. Everyone looked at him strangely. He regarded himself as a good man and got along well with almost everyone. How could he bear this almost humiliating expulsion?

He lay on the bed powerless, and even ate a little of his dinner in a hurry, and then he couldn't swallow it anymore.

"baby--"

Lockhart noticed that the portrait on the wall began to change slightly, and he hurriedly interrupted the people's associations and suspicions.

"Why think so much? Harry, didn't you say Dumbledore was coming soon?"

"Oh, my dear professor, if I remember correctly, when I left today, you asked me, how come now——"

"is it?"

Lockhart refused to admit it and accused Harry of being disrespectful.

"Hahahahaha-"

Luo Fit suddenly appeared in the room, very excited, holding something in his hand, obviously he had made a major discovery.