HP Feathered Serpent Rebirth

The flying lesson just passed, and after returning to the lounge, Nott asked, "Harry, that... what happened to you during the flying lesson?"

"That." Harry replied, "It's my Feathered Serpent bloodline."

"What?" The three looked up in unison.

"My lineage." Harry didn't intend to tell them much.

Seeing that they couldn't find anything to ask, the three gave up.

Harry froze suddenly, and quickly ran towards the door, "I'm going to the dean's office, let's go first."

The three people in the lounge looked at each other.

Damn, Harry cursed secretly, Voldemort, I curse you!

Enduring the excruciating pain, Harry quickly ran to the door of Snape's office, 【Open the door! 】

[At your service, Parseltongue. ] Medusa nodded and opened the door.

"Mr. Potter, it's only five o'clock..." Snape, who was grading homework, raised his head and mocked habitually, but saw Harry's red eyes suddenly stop.

"Sev, soul stabilizer, hurry up!" Harry said with difficulty with a grim face.

Snape got up instantly, so fast that he knocked over the stool, and he didn't stop.While picking up the potion, he asked, "What's going on?"

Harry took the potion and drank it directly, "I was careless, I forgot that today is the final stage."

"..." Snape, who was about to be sarcastic, stopped when he saw Harry's twisted face.

"Hmm." Harry bit his lower lip, and slowly brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, Snape turned into a water mirror.

The lightning-shaped scar bulged, and Harry twisted his face in pain.

Bleeding, Harry lowered his head and clenched his hands into fists.

The bleeding stopped, and Harry gasped.

The scar disappeared completely, and Harry fell straight back.

"Harry!" Snape hurriedly caught Harry and asked anxiously, "What should we do now?"

"It's all right." Harry's face was pale, and he twitched the corners of his mouth. "Are there any tranquilizers, blood tonics and magic power stabilizers?"

"Drink it." Snape waved a few bottles and handed them to Harry.

"Ahem." Harry coughed suddenly.

"Damn it." Snape cursed, opened a bottle of blood tonic, took a sip, touched Harry's lips, and fed the medicine down.

After drinking the potion, Harry looked much better. He straightened up and said with a smile, "Thank you, Sev."

Snape looked away sharply, red ear tips peeping through his hair, "Shut up, Potter."

"Hehe." Harry laughed lowly, "Sev, I researched the potion for purifying the Dark Mark."

"Really?" Snape asked excitedly, pulling Harry up abruptly.

"Ahem, cough, let's study this today." Harry straightened up, took out the parchment from the interspatial bag, and said.

"Well, you can be relieved by drinking it for a month." Harry rubbed his eyes and said.

"I have to say, your potions are really good." Snape said approvingly, shaking the potion in his hand.

Harry smiled, yes, since the war, he has been in desperate need of potions, and then he fell in love with boiling medicine in white smoke (I lost it, what is boiling medicine in white eyes!)

"By the way, I want to see Mr. Malfoy." Harry raised his head and said to Snape.

"Lucius? What did you see him for?" Snape asked, stopping his hand.

"You have broken away from the Death Eaters, do you think it is appropriate for Malfoy to stay there to suffer Cruciatus?" Harry leaned against the wall, his green eyes filled with a trace of helplessness, "Draco is my friend now, Malfoy Fu has always put interests first, do you think they will refuse? Voldemort has gone mad."

"What do you know!" Snape straightened up, staring at Harry unblinkingly with obsidian eyes.

"Horcrux, I can feel the fluctuation of the main soul." Harry concealed his rebirth.

"Why..." Snape sat down in the chair in disbelief.

"Don't worry, Sev." Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, "I practiced Occlumency at Potter Manor."

"I'll help you with that," Snape replied, taking a look at Harry.

"Thanks, Sev." Harry smiled, a real, non-sacrificing smile.

The author has something to say:

Sorry, I only updated one chapter yesterday, and there are two more chapters today.

------small theater------

An (jumping around): Seriously, professor, you can call me Andersen if you want, why throw the spell!

Professor: Avada!

Mou An: Don't, don't, don't!Professor, otherwise I will make Xiaoha forget about you!Let him and Lao Deng form CP!

Professor (withdrawing his wand and walking to the fireplace): Dumbledore!Come here!

Old D: What's the matter, Severer... Hey, why are you throwing magic spells!

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