The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

with tea.The steam danced and danced on the teacup, twisting his body with the ups and downs of his breath. Harry squinted his eyes to watch their changes intently, and for a moment forgot where he was.

"How's your memory recently?" Actually Snape would report these things to him, he just wanted to break the silence.

Harry put down his teacup and shrugged his shoulders, "It's still the same. Sometimes I feel familiar and distracted, but I can't grasp the main point. I sorted out my memory, and it seems that there is only one paragraph that is confusing, which is after I defeated Voldemort and I came to this world. Before. The entire memory is coherent and logical, and it should only be about a certain part of the memory missing. Can't I use the Pensieve to see it? Take down all my memories of that period?"

"No, the Pensieve doesn't accept muddled memories, and I haven't found any way to make up for it just yet. Perhaps you could write down all your confusion on paper? It might help."

Harry nodded, intending to give it a try. "About the Black Forest, are we going to explore? We can't always wait passively for Voldemort's actions, we have to take the initiative."

Dumbledore sucked a piece of lemon drop, his eyes narrowed because of the sour taste. "The Albanian forest is no different than others. Perhaps it is indeed necessary to confirm some things, but we must first make complete preparations."

"Is there anything I can do?" Harry just mentioned casually, without expecting any important tasks from Dumbledore.Sure enough, he only saw Dumbledore sigh guiltily.Before he could speak, he was interrupted by a figure falling from the fireplace.

"Dumbledore, it's an emergency! A large number of prisoners escaped from Azkaban, almost all confirmed Death Eaters!" Fudge stood up in a hurry and shouted loudly, not having time to clean up the dust in the closet.

Dumbledore frowned and stood up. "I remember I proposed to you to strengthen the guards of Azkaban before, but obviously you didn't listen."

Fudge was dazed for a moment, and said with some lack of confidence: "Azkaban's defense has always been the strongest, and the isolated island surrounded by water is surrounded by dementors. If there is no application for a first-level alert, it will be strengthened. Defending is clearly a waste of resources and not in line with the rules. I don't have that privilege even as Minister for Magic."

"I still remember that I said that Voldemort has returned. Isn't this considered a first-level alert?" This time Dumbledore's tone was full of undisguised anger.

"Don't say that person's name!" Fudge stomped his feet angrily. "These are all nonsense, that person disappeared and will never come back! Or are you secretly planning something? It is said that your cronies have been very busy recently. I just knew it! I just knew it, Ah No, you've been thinking about the position of Minister for Magic..."

"Are you thinking about being a minister soon and cleaning up the mess for all your stupid decisions? You know, it's a good job." Harry sarcastically sarcastically, he has always disliked Fudge, who is vain enough but not smart enough .

Fudge seemed to realize that there was another person in the room at this moment, and he gave Harry a suspicious look, his face flushed, like a clown in a circus, or an unwelcome angry clown. "Who are you? How dare you talk to me like that? I want to expel you. I am the highest official of the Ministry of Magic."

"But this is Hogwarts, and it's not your turn for my staff to judge. Harry, you go back first, and I will give you the information again."

Going down the escalator, Harry saw Snape frowning up the stairs with a circular in hand.In the event of an emergency, the Ministry of Magic would use owls to widely disseminate such announcements without waiting until the next morning to disseminate information through various media such as the Daily Prophet.Obviously what Snape was holding was the information that Fudge had just reported. Harry could see the arrogant expressions of those Death Eaters in the photo. After staying in Azkaban for a long time, even the smiles were particularly ferocious. Bellatri Kex bears the brunt.

Harry stopped Snape, knowing Fudge's attitude towards Death Eaters, whether he'd reformed or not.Letting Snape go up now would definitely spark another debate.Snape looked grimly at Harry blocking his arm.

"Fudge is discussing with Dumbledore, maybe now is not the time for you to go to the headmaster." Harry explained a little tiredly.

Snape thought for a while, then turned and went downstairs with him. "It seems that someone has deeply experienced the inappropriate timing." Don't forget to sarcastically.

Harry grimaced, an indescribable expression.

Harry casually picked up a book and toppled over on the sofa, blankets piled up at his feet.The escape of the Death Eaters from Azkaban was within his expectations, and even if Fudge followed Dumbledore's advice to strengthen his defenses, it would only be a matter of time.But Harry really wasn't ready for the record about Voldemort's next move.They are now in an absolutely passive situation. They don't know where Voldemort is hiding, and the Horcrux has no effect. Can the soul be taken back?Piece by piece, stick to the original body.This is definitely an idea that can destroy the confidence of all the people in the magic world.The continuous slicing of the soul affected Voldemort's sanity and magical power to some extent. If such a Voldemort caused them heavy losses, how terrible would Voldemort be in his heyday.

Harry searched in the first area for a long time, passing curses and dangers countless times, but still found nothing.Wizards who can slice souls are rare, and fusion souls are even more unheard of.Muggles have a saying that "a broken mirror is hard to recover". In fact, this is also applicable to the wizarding world. Although it is possible to use magic to repair broken objects, their own balance has been broken. The medium holds them together, and when the caster loses his magic or dies, those objects split again.Can the soul be repaired like a ceramic jar?Perhaps it should be judged by the body, magic can only heal wounds, but it cannot simply reintegrate the flesh and blood back to the original body tissue.So no matter what, soulbonding should be impossible or unstable.Harry yawned lazily, relaxing a bit.

anger!He felt that the blood in his whole body was about to boil because of this strong emotion, and he couldn't calm down the disappointment, sadness and anger.Raise your wand and cast several mercilessly.The werewolf lying on the ground convulsed in pain, his body twisted to an unbelievable degree.That Greyback, of course, a werewolf has stronger physical defenses than ordinary wizards, how can a Cruciatus Curse make it learn a lesson.

Greyback wailed and begged intermittently: "Master, master...give me one more...chance, I...I will definitely complete your task."

Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand. He was still angry, but he couldn't simply take the monster's life. Only they could pass through the Black Forest more smoothly.

black forest?Harry woke up with his hands on his forehead. Voldemort's anger seemed to affect his awakened self. He couldn't help waving his wand to make a mess of the bedroom.Panting to calm down, he found a palliative and swallowed a big gulp.Voldemort wanted something from the Black Forest, and magical creatures such as werewolves were less affected by the Black Forest.The frightened face of Borgin Bock vaguely appeared in front of his eyes, but he fell asleep again under the effect of the palliative potion.

20

Harry was sitting on the headmaster's desk, flipping his fork boredly, and it was rare that he didn't chatter with Hagrid as usual, with a lack of sleep and a listless look.Harry threw away his fork angrily, and pushed the plate further down the table.

"It's typical of weak people to vent their dissatisfaction on external objects." Snape sneered.

Harry ignored his rude words, instead he turned his head and asked earnestly in a tone like discussing professional knowledge: "Do you believe in fairy tales?"

Snape almost didn't choke on this sentence, he forced a sip of coffee to swallow the food in his mouth, raised his eyebrows very high, as if he wanted to follow the hairline and leave the earth. "Who do you think you're talking to? Or did you finally wake up from a 13-year-old to a 3-year-old? I'm not surprised by this change, but I feel that even for you, this change has come a bit early."

Harry suddenly felt a little tired. He didn't have many friends in this world, and there were only a handful of people he could talk to seriously. Snape was undoubtedly a good teammate. Behind the defensive wall.Sarcasm has never been a channel for intimacy with others, and it is exhausting to fight back as the first response regardless of the situation.

Perhaps it was his demeanor that touched Snape. After a moment of hesitation, he spoke again: "What did you mean by that sentence before?"

Harry raised his head and drank the pumpkin juice in the glass. He tried to cheer himself up and replied, "I have classes in the first and second periods in the morning. Do you have time during the lunch break? Maybe I can ask you something." Harry paused, then continued, "I hope we can talk in private."

Snape shrugged irresolutely and said, "Okay, I don't have classes in the afternoon, so you can meet me in the cellar at 1 o'clock."

Harry is undoubtedly one of the most popular teachers at Hogwarts, and his classroom is always lively and lively.He has no experience as a teacher before, and he always practiced according to the way Lupin remembered when preparing lessons. Of course, being loved by students is something to be proud of, but now that class is over, he is surrounded by a group of students It is also a bit overwhelming to keep asking some whimsical ideas.Today we brought Andrew and the Slytherins, when