The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

The child was squatting on the ground and shivering.Excited by the child's obvious fear, he stuck out his tongue quickly, wanting to taste the child. "Stop." Another voice sounded in his head, and he stopped angrily, but he had to obey.He had to turn his head to face another warm body in the corner. That person had a suffocating and unpleasant smell, and he couldn't tell what it was. At the same time, he also had a sweet smell of blood, and the flesh was burnt. of paste.hiss~

Harry woke up suddenly, and after nearly ten years, he dreamed again with the snake's vision.So the other voice in the head is Voldemort's?He is now possessed by the basilisk?Harry got up and got out of bed, leaning against the bedpost to calm his rapid heartbeat, only to find that the dormitory was empty, only he was left alone, and an owl was pecking his finger impatiently, he took down the letter and took it out from his pocket A nut.It's a greeting from Dumbledore.Harry took a quick shower and walked to the headmaster's office.

"Lemon Ice Cream" Harry read out the pass word written by Dumbledore on the parchment to the stone statue, and was about to raise his leg to go, when he saw Dumbledore and Snape coming down. "Mr. Peverell, you are just in time. Severus and I are going out to find you. Introduce, Harry Peverell, Severus Snape. Severus Snape Nep, Harry Peverell."

"Hello, Mr. Snape." Harry offered his hand, but there was no response. "Mr. Peverell? It's not just my illusion, I think you seem familiar." The corners of Snape's mouth curled up ironically.Harry couldn't help but get a headache when he thought about the conversation in Knockturn Alley, so he withdrew his hand and pretended to be stupid: "Oh, but I don't think I have seen you. This is the first time I have the honor to come to Hogwarts." Then he turned to the principal: "I came here as soon as I received your notice. Do you have any news to tell me?"

Snape snorted and didn't look at him again, "That's true. I discussed with a few teachers about possible hiding places in the school, and I called you to come over to check with us."

Harry lazily followed Dumbledore and several professors, strolling through the winding corridors of the castle that he was once familiar with.He knew that there would be no clues, and he wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Dumbledore alone about his modified identity and Voldemort's current situation.

"It seems that Mr. Peverell doesn't care about Potter's crisis at all. Even for a Potter, one can't help but feel sad and desolate." Snape twisted his mouth ironically.Harry was startled, turned to look at the source of the sound, but suddenly froze, his eyes seemed to penetrate Snape's body, through time, through joys and sorrows, projecting a touch of sadness in the distant space.This kind of scene seems to have appeared before, the same sarcasm, the same cross-eyed eyebrows, trying to get closer to see clearly, but it is wrapped in a light veil and drifting away.Harry scratched at his hair with a headache.This is not the first time, recently he often stays in place, because of the familiar scene, the environment here is indeed similar to what he has experienced before, and it is only natural that he feels familiar.But he knew it wasn't because of that, it wasn't like this.It seems that there is something he has forgotten, some important things, he can only see some fragments, but he can't understand the meaning.He is eager to know all the truth, lest it will lead to chaos and changes in the world in the future.But when everything became clear, he realized that there was an unbearable truth behind every forgotten memory.

"Oh, that, no. I'm anxious," Harry said incoherently, waving an invisible disturbance in front of his eyes with his hands.Snape looked at him with some confusion, "Then maybe Mr. Peverell should follow the patrol team closely." Without looking at Harry again, he turned and walked forward quickly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Peverell. We've been searching all morning, but we don't seem to have any results. I hope you don't get too anxious. The signs of magic show that everything is still under control. We will find Andrew as soon as possible." Dumbledore Lido led Harry back to the principal's office, and said while going up the stairs. "You seem to have something to discuss with me, why don't you have a glass of mead first?"

"It's like this, Professor Dumbledore, what I'm going to say may be a bit alarmist, maybe I can't completely convince you, occasionally I think I've had enough. But no matter what, we have to cooperate for a while, Because we all have one goal - to destroy Voldemort."

Harry walked out of the principal's office and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been too long since he had talked about the past with anyone, and some things had not been recalled for a long time, so he thought that they would disappear with time. In fact, they have always been there, occupying in his heart forever Leaning in a corner, beautiful or not, willing or not.Of course, it is impossible for him to tell all the stories in detail, time does not allow, and his experience over the years does not agree.In any case, those are already in the past, and it is better to bury too heavy stories.All Dumbledore needs to know now is about Voldemort's current situation and the Horcrux situation.Harry simply thought, it seems that Voldemort is the factor of all disharmony in the world, as long as Voldemort disappears, the sun will shine on the earth every day, and all the sorrows will dissipate.

15

Although he was mentally prepared, when Harry said "turn on" in Parseltongue to the bathroom faucet, Dumbledore was still a little dazed.He is no longer young, and the night of thinking has made him very tired now.Years of experience told him that there were too many incomprehensible aspects of the story this young man told him, but his intuition, the tenacity and trust in the young man's eyes when he looked directly at him made him unable to believe it.In fact, although everyone believes or would rather believe that Voldemort has disappeared, he has been secretly preparing and waiting for the moment when Voldemort makes a comeback.It wasn't until the blunt magical term "Horcrux" spit out from the young man that he completely believed in the young man's story.Until the young man put his head on the heavy wooden door and said the last sentence, and then opened the door to go out, he didn't say a word. He could have comforted him, encouraged him, and thanked him, but there was nothing.The young man's tone was too sad, and he was not the one qualified to redeem him.

"You must have suffered a lot these years." Dumbledore suddenly said this for no reason.Harry was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to shrug his shoulders, but in the end he didn't make any movements, and directly stepped over the old man and got into the pipe first.

They stood on one side of a long, dimly lit room.Many stone pillars engraved with coiled and entangled snakes stand tall and support the ceiling that melts in the darkness of the heights, casting long and treacherous black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mysterious atmosphere.Andrew was just under the weird and ugly statue, in the same position as Ginny before.He didn't look well, dirty, half asleep on the wet, dirty floor.

Harry walked forward cautiously. He knew that the snake, the snake possessed by Voldemort, was nearby. He was worried that there was some trap that he hadn't discovered yet, but Dumbledore discovered the danger first.

A blindfolded basilisk, Harry couldn't help but smile a little, even though it wasn't the right occasion.The giant snake slowly slid over, wrapped around the big pillar carved with statues, and pointed the back of its head at them.Voldemort's serpentine form emerged.

"Oh, Harry Potter. We meet again, at last. Seriously I'm kind of tired of fighting you, you boy who always gets Dumbledore behind your back. Your head has nothing to admire , your stupid friends, and the chances that always let you escape at the critical moment. But who made us born to be destined enemies, your fluke success last time was my negligence, and it was my fault Biggest shame, but now I have another chance, I will play with you slowly! Maybe I should care about you, how are you adjusting now? Oh, of course it's not bad, look at you now, no longer for darling Saddened by Sev's death?"

Sensing the inquiring and puzzled gazes from around him, Harry himself was also puzzled, but he still forced himself to look at Voldemort with his neck straightened. "That was never a fluke! Didn't you come to your senses after a miserable failure? Merlin probably made this mistake to make you completely repent and make up for the heinous crimes you have committed. You still voluntarily try to do some repentance Come on, Riddle." Harry had never known that a disembodied face that could only be attached to a basilisk could twist to that degree with anger. "I don't know what you're talking about, but look at yourself, if you can still bow your head. It should be you who are in a more miserable situation now. You don't even have an entity, and you can only rely on a comatose coke to survive Kidnapping a helpless student, Tom, have you even discarded and trampled on the last bit of dignity?" As he spoke, he cast a disgusted glance at the thing in the corner that was emitting a strange stench and wrapped in a ball of black wizard robes.

Voldemort snorted angrily, and Harry could hear the basilisk's hiss and tongue out louder. "Don't call me that! You don't know what I'm talking about? Haha, watching this time travel not only made your brain hopeless, but also affected your poor memory?" Glancing at the young man, he turned to the white-haired old man who had been silently watching on the right: "Dumbledore."

"We are here to take Andrew away." Dumbledore said and turned around