Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"What if I don't do it?" Harry was a little unconvinced. Why was he always being led by the nose?

"It's up to you." Bai You didn't care. "What consequences will the disappearance of a professor bring? As for whether he will suspect you, no one can say for sure."

Harry wanted to refute, asking what this had to do with him, but Harry next to him pulled his sleeve, signaling him to calm down and not let his momentary sense of loyalty get the better of him and do something irrational.

Harry calmed down, patted Harry's hand, and told her to rest assured. Snape quietly floated to the side, watching the scene in front of him, and understood what kind of relationship there was between the three of them.

It was obvious that Harry was being controlled and had to do something against his will. Snape lowered his head, his black eyes staring at the ground quietly, wondering what he was thinking about.

Bai You has been keeping an eye on this person. He watches from the sidelines with a cold eye, but has his own thoughts in mind.

"Professor, thank you for your help." Harry walked up to Snape and asked him for a hair. Snape said nothing, but frowned and his robe floated slightly. Just looking at this figure, Harry felt an indescribable sense of security in his heart.

Harry took the hair from Snape's hand and left.

Seeing that there was no one around, he turned into a remote place and set up several spells around him to prevent some little wizards from suddenly breaking in.

He took out the envelope from his pocket. As if sensing Harry's thoughts, the envelope became slightly hot, turning from its original light yellow to red, and Harry's figure suddenly disappeared.

A faint light came out of the sealed letter box. Harry opened it and let the old man out.

"How well can you imitate people?" Harry asked a little worriedly. For the greatest wizard of this century, ordinary tricks could not fool him. At least, he thought to himself, he should be better than little Barty.

"My ability is not only to imitate a person's appearance, but also to see about 1/5 of the person's soul memory and gain about half of his abilities." The old man was very proud. His open mouth and trembling beard all revealed his confidence.

"It's you!" Qinggang jumped onto the old man's shoulder, his movements were intimate, his tone was warm, as if they had known each other for a long time, "I wanted to talk to you just now, but I couldn't hold it in."

"Please come back soon. Uncle doesn't recognize us yet." Zi Luan felt helpless.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Give me some of the small fruits in your pocket. I've been craving them for a long time." Qinggang didn't listen. He crawled into the old man's pocket, rolled up a few purple fruits with his tail and held them in front of the old man, as if he would destroy these little things as soon as the old man nodded.

The old man was a little surprised at the small fruits in his pocket. Only he knew, could it be that the sense of smell of this divine beast was very sensitive and could sense these magical herbs?

He looked at Harry who was standing in front of him. Harry had a calm expression and did not say anything to stop him. But out of consideration for his master, he nodded reluctantly.

"Oh~ I knew the old man was the best!"

This episode made Harry start to rethink the person in front of him. He originally had a distrustful attitude, and his approach now was only a last resort.

But if what these two little snakes said was true, then this old man who suddenly appeared and was implicated by them was also his future capable subordinate?

Thinking of this, Harry's attitude became a little more friendly, and the old man also felt it. He looked at the little snake in his hand that was eating the fruit, and his eyes became softer. If he liked it, he would prepare a few more for him.

"Here you go." Harry handed a strand of black hair to the old man. "Pretend to be Snape and face Dumbledore's inspection."

"Can you do it?" The old man nodded. Harry believed in his ability. There was some hesitation in his eyes. He didn't know whether he should ask him why he suddenly made such a scene at Hogwarts.

After hesitating for a moment, he waved his hand and let him go first.

"Oh~" I'm so hungry, Harry rubbed his belly. So many things happened in the past few days that he didn't even have a good meal.

Madam Pomfrey rubbed her aching neck, glanced at the empty infirmary, and felt a little annoyed for a moment. Why did Harry run out without listening to her?

After lunch, Hermione was about to go to the library to study with her thick textbooks. Suddenly, a little girl ran up to her, her face full of panic, trembling all over, and she seemed a little mentally abnormal.

Hermione took a few quick steps, trying to stop her and ask her if she needed help. The little girl came closer. It was Pansy. Thinking about what she had done before, Hermione hesitated, but her enthusiasm still prevailed.

"You--" Before Hermione could speak, Pansy hit her shoulder hard and ran away quickly. "Ouch~" Hermione felt her arm was about to be bruised. The thick stack of books fell on her body. Tears of rationality suddenly welled up in the corners of her eyes. She felt a little angry in her heart. She was so ungrateful. Even if she had difficulties in the future, she would pretend not to see it.

Two figures walking together appeared in the distance. The short one ran over quickly when he saw Hermione falling in front of him. Hermione looked at the hand that suddenly stretched out in front of her, and looked up to see the familiar face. For a moment, her emotions were a little out of control, and tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably. The grievance suddenly erupted like a gusher.

She pulled Ron's arm and stood up. Cedric came over and bent down to help Hermione pick up the book, put it on her arm, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Hermione looked at the handsome boy in front of her, her cheeks slightly reddened, she was both shy and angry. She was shy for showing such an expression in front of a stranger, and angry that the man just trampled on her kindness.

"It's okay," Hermione replied softly, holding her book and running away quickly.

Ron looked at Hermione who ignored him and gritted his teeth, feeling a little helpless.

Pansy was in a trance at this time. She felt that she had been running for a long time. It seemed that this weird place would never end and she would never find her own little dragon.

She saw a tall and thin figure in front of her, wearing a black, well-tailored suit and with blond hair, running over with a look of surprise on his face.

Here, the old man just managed to transform himself into Snape before Dumbledore and sat on the chair. In order to disguise himself better, he picked up a few piles of homework on the table and stuffed a red ink pen into his left little finger. In Snape's memory, he seemed to have acted in this way.

He pinched the papers with his hands, and then the four words at the top attracted his attention: Harry Potter. The old man was secretly delighted. He had to give a high score to show his loyalty to his master.

The old man readily typed an "O" and swung the pen quickly, making a rustling sound on the rough paper. Dumbledore pushed the door open at this time. He looked at Snape, who was sitting on the chair with a faint smile, and his whole body was covered with goosebumps.