Harry Potter and the Rebirth

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of Draco's strange expression. The refrigerator behind him reminded her of his presence all the time. The little girl shuddered, her cheeks flushed, and she covered her face with her fluffy and messy hair and buried her head.

The classroom suddenly became quiet, and the eerie silence spread throughout the class like an infectious disease.

Only Ron didn't feel the unusual atmosphere. He said in an unusually stubborn tone, "That's it, old bat—" The loud voice was exceptionally loud in the quiet space. After hearing these words, the little wizards in the classroom sat up straight, looking over what was taught in the previous class and what they were going to learn in this class, trying hard to look like they were studying so that the professor's anger would not affect them.

Ron's dull senses finally returned to his body. He turned around stiffly and looked up at that face.

He turned back stiffly. Silence was the greatest torture for him at this moment. His heart was pounding. Even though he knew Snape was a good man, he couldn't bear to say bad things about him in front of him.

In his mind, Ron simulated his own death countless times, being sent to heaven by the professor with a bottle of magic potion, or being punished to be locked up in the dark and gloomy Forbidden Forest, or killing toads and frogs in his office for days and nights. He clenched his fists tightly, and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Snape looked at the two little wizards in front of him and felt a little embarrassed. Logically speaking, these two people were good friends of his master, so he should let them go gently. However, if he did not punish them, their personalities would change too much and would be discovered by Dumbledore.

He was silent for a long time, and finally chose to follow his character. However, he didn't expect that it was this silence, like a sword spinning over his head, that was the most torturous thing.

"Ron and Hermione spoke disrespectfully to the professor. Gryffindor will be deducted 30 points." Snape originally wanted to let them off, but when he saw the surprised expression on the face of a little wizard next to him, his heart tightened. Wasn't this punishment severe enough?

"I'll punish you with detention. Come to my office every weekend night to help me process materials. The two of you should walk to the front with me, and don't always sit in the last row." Snape was even more surprised when he saw the expressions on the faces of the little wizards. What? Wasn't this punishment enough?

"Isn't this punishment a bit too severe? Normally, the maximum is five points, right?" A little snake sitting in the front whispered to another little snake, "Yeah, that's true, but why do you care about them? The worse the Gryffindors are, hehe——"

"really."

Just as Snape was about to speak again, Harry hurried in from the back door. He was surprised at the quiet atmosphere in the classroom, and then at Snape, who was standing not far in front of him without any movement, and for a moment he was unable to move.

Because everyone's eyes and gaze were focused on him.

Uh, did I reveal something? This is really scary!

Snape felt relieved as if he had seen a savior. He threw his wizard robe heavily, waved the wand in his hand, strode forward, closed the bright windows around him, and suddenly a curtain fell from the front and back of the classroom, revealing some words and pictures.

"Now we start class."

Snape's words helped to ease the atmosphere, and the weird atmosphere was suddenly broken by the rustling sound of turning pages. Hermione buried her head even lower, covered her face with her hands, and rested her head on the desk, like an ostrich afraid of seeing people.

Tears seeped out from between her fingers, wetting her clothes drop by drop.

Ron on the side seemed particularly relaxed. This kind of punishment was better than he had imagined. He remembered that in the novel, when they went on a night tour, one person was deducted 50 points. If it was 30 points, that person would only get 15 points. Ron also lay down. He was quite glad that the confinement was not in the Forbidden Forest.

Harry was sitting next to Ron, looking at the two men's actions with a puzzled look. Draco came over and said with glee, "Your two friends are incredible! They dare to say bad things about them in front of the professor. However," Draco touched his chin. Although punishment seemed like the professor's usual style, why was he so polite when speaking?

"Oh, don't worry, that person is just like this, he..." Ron's comforting voice was interrupted by Hermione, her eyes were red like a little rabbit, "Let's go to class first, and talk about these things later."

Ron shut up, opened his book, picked up a pen and began to take notes according to the course materials on the blackboard, but he couldn't hide his discouragement.

Draco would lean close to Harry's ear from time to time and tell him in detail what had just happened. Harry suddenly understood, and he looked at the two people who were frustrated on the side, alas.

"These two little guys are worthy of being from Gryffindor. They speak without thinking and don't pay attention to the occasion." Snape mocked in his mind, but the protagonist of the mockery could not hear it.

"In this class, we are going to learn about the potion for treating boils. The courseware contains the formula and precautions. What are you still looking at? Hurry up and write these down."

Snape on the podium acted very well and Harry watched with great interest. This man was such a good actor. He probably copied all the scenes from his memory of his past life.

"Throw dried nettles and ground snake fangs into the cauldron and stew together. Add the porcupine quills after turning off the fire. Be careful! If you add the porcupine quills while the cauldron is still boiling, the juice will dissolve the cauldron, emitting sour green smoke and a sharp hissing sound." Snape walked between the desks, turning behind the little wizard from time to time.

"The splashed liquid is corrosive and will cause dense red and swollen sores to appear on the body."

Snape turned behind Neville again, "What are you doing?"

Neville was startled by the sudden move, and the pen in his hand fell onto the book with a clatter. "Hurry up and remember this, Gryffindor will lose one point for not listening to the teacher."

This Snape's acting was so lifelike that Harry couldn't help but grit his teeth. It must be said that this person has grasped the essence. No one who sees this performance will doubt that this person is a fake.

Harry resigned himself to copying down everything on the courseware word for word. Although he was confident about other subjects, as for Potions, Harry thought about how he relied on the Half-Blood Prince's book in his previous life.

"Oh, you remembered it," Snape thought in his mind, "You really are a Gryffindor. You dare to use a spell you just learned from an unknown book on others."

Harry said nothing. He recalled Draco's figure lying in the water in his previous life. The blood from his body flowed into the water, as if it would never stop. The pungent smell reminded Harry of this terrifying scene.

He looked guiltily at Draco beside him, who looked confused.

Wait, where does that pungent smell come from?