The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

While Andrew, Ron, and Hermione were among the crowd, he'd be happy to talk to them and clear their minds, but God knew he really needed a sofa in the lounge and a strong cup of coffee right now.

When Harry got his wish and stretched his limbs on the sofa, he was still guilty of Andrew's disappointed expression. Speaking of which, the Slytherins rarely surrounded him after class, even if they would have questions and some silly thoughts.But they would ask when no one was around, especially not a bunch of rowdy Gryffindors.Is this cautious or awkward personality cultivated by the nobles as a dogma since childhood, or is it some kind of innate commonality?It's like some people prefer to read books and not socialize.

Speaking of books, Harry stood up, stretched, put down his coffee cup, and was about to head to the library.He still had to find some information about "The Witch's Curse", and if he went to see Snape based on his insane guess, he would be laughed at severely and then kicked out mercilessly.

At twelve thirty at noon, Harry walked from the library to the cellar with his hungry stomach, hoping that Snape would have some delicious snacks.Suddenly there was a messy sound at the corner of the classroom corridor, someone was faintly exclaiming, and the light of magic was flickering.Harry put the shrinking-charmed book in his pocket and walked quickly there.

It was Andrew and the others with Malfoy, there was no doubt that it was them.Although the two colleges have many problems and long-standing conflicts, in fact there are not many conflicts on the surface. Dissatisfaction is basically vented through Quidditch competitions and year-end college competitions.Harry remembered that when he was at Hogwarts, the conflict between the two houses was basically caused by himself and Malfoy's support group.He couldn't help sighing as he watched Hermione whose front teeth were approaching the ground quickly, and the boys who had been swayed by anger and violently wrestled into a ball with force.Snape also rushed over upon hearing the sound. With low air pressure, he quickly separated the two groups of people with magic, while Harry himself rushed to the medical wing with a bewildered Hermione.Because Andrew didn't hate Malfoy as much as he did at the beginning, he took it for granted that they would not have any major conflicts this time, but obviously he was wrong.At the beginning, they put aside their contradictions and joined forces when their lives were in danger, but when the crisis was resolved, they tacitly formed a relationship like strangers.Some contradictions are deeply rooted and cannot be resolved. They belong to different worlds. Seeking common ground while reserving differences and peaceful coexistence will not always apply.

Since both parties were unwilling to bow their heads and apologize first, Snape and McGonagall tossed and tossed for a long time, and the gems of their respective colleges dropped a lot before finally finishing the matter. Later, a usual meeting was held, and dinner time followed.It was seven o'clock in the evening when Harry was in the cellar ready to start his conversation with Snape.Before the start, Snape badly expressed the hope that Harry would not bother him with nonsense, and he still had a lot of papers to grade.Harry looked at the pile of parchment on the desk, and planned to stay here for a while no matter what.

Harry thought he would have to spend at least half an hour to convince Snape that studying fairy tales was not a childish useless effort, but he was surprised to find that Snape accepted and affirmed Harry's "witch's curse" with an attitude of taking it for granted. suspicion.Maybe it's because the other party has lived in the wizarding world since he was a child, and he tends to believe it after hearing too many such stories, just like a child living in the Muggle world. When he sees the castle, he thinks there will be princes and princesses inside. Chuya subconsciously believes that there are "ghosts" peeping in the dark.

Looking at the surprised expression of the young man opposite, Snape sneered: "You underestimate the accumulation of family history. A family with a long history will have many secrets, and the formation of a family from ancient times to its continuation depends on one or two things. Most of these treasures have evolved into mysterious existences in fairy tales.”

"Then, every fairy tale has a corresponding real treasure? But why have I never seen it? Or have I never heard of it being used in real life? After all, these magic objects have great magic power " said Harry urgently.

"Treasures are called treasures, on the one hand, because they are powerful, and on the other hand, because they are extremely rare. Therefore, more than half of the stories are just stories for entertainment, and what they describe are daydreams. And those Most of the real treasures are useless." Snape unconsciously hit his knee with his wand and continued: "In order to prevent the treasures from being coveted by outsiders, every family has added mandatory blood magic to them. It is the marriage of consanguineous relatives within the family, but later people found that this method was not feasible, and the offspring they bred became less and less, and the probability of giving birth to squibs was also increasing. Therefore, they could only seek help from the outside to better extend their lives. This has also led to the weakening of the blood relationship, and people in the family can no longer use the treasure. And the magic of the treasure itself has gradually faded over the long history."

"Time will dilute magic?" Harry looked skeptical, "Then why do wizards get stronger with age?"

Snape seemed a little pleased with Harry's rebuttal. He stood up and chose a bottle of clear, full-bodied anisette from the cupboard, while Harry wisely coordinated and magically conjured two thick-bottomed square glasses.

"In theory, this is true. If a wizard who doesn't know he has magic is allowed to survive in the Muggle world, this will happen. He doesn't know he has magic, so he won't practice it. But when the magic gathers to a certain level There will be uncontrolled riots, just like the shattering of glass that often occurs in preschool children. Magic power will also be lost from the body through such riots. Since adulthood, magic power has almost ceased to accumulate on its own. It's gone, and it's going downhill, and within ten years, wizards are no different from ordinary Muggles."

"Has anyone done this kind of experiment? But is this kind of experiment unethical and should not be allowed, so what about wizards who consciously train magic?" Harry leaned forward in Snape's direction, as if he had become A curious baby.

"Unfortunately or fortunately, this is not a deliberate experiment. At first, the Academy of Magic only recruited children from the wizarding world, because people did not know that Muggles could also give birth to wizards. The hostility of wizards who grew up in the Muggle world led to the above-mentioned experience for a large number of wizards. It was not until the wizarding world issued a decree in 1802 that it was established that Muggle wizards had the same rights and duties as wizards in the wizarding world. They were not able to be taught How to sort out and use one's own magic power. In the process of learning, the magic power is purified, and we are constantly proficient and simplifying techniques when using magic. So although the magic power that the human body can bear is limited, our magic power is constantly strengthening."

"The volume remains the same, but the density increases." Harry nodded to show that he understood, but looked up to see Snape's confused expression. "Don't pay attention to what Muggles say."

Harry took out the books and papers he had borrowed from the library one by one. "Then let's talk about 'The Witch's Curse'."

Snape's body froze for a moment, as if he had suddenly realized how comfortably he was crouching in the seat for an extremely rare calm and intellectual debate.He forgot when was the last time he talked like this, and it seemed like he never had.Out of many years of experience, he reflexively wants to resist this kind of pleasure, and drinking and chatting with friends after dinner has never been a part of his life.He was suddenly at a loss, although he remained calm on the surface.Harry nearly jumped when he slapped his shoulder on the shoulder without hesitation.He did get up, smoothed the folds of his robe unnaturally, and walked towards the bathroom in a hurry.All that left Harry with a puzzled look -- green eyes.

21

"Why do you trust me?" Snape asked after taking a deep breath, "Why did you come to explore this matter with me, why didn't you go to Dumbledore, after all, he is a better object and more worthy of trust. He folded his hands on his knees, wet from his fingers, soaking the fabric around his knees, Harry could now see that his robes were dark blue rather than black.

Harry looked at Snape blankly, as if not understanding why Snape should be bothered by such a question. "Are you asking this because you're a Death Eater yourself? So you don't feel like you're trustworthy, unfit to be with people, not even the most basic of conversations? I always thought you were proud..." Harry Feeling angry for no reason, why should he be so presumptuous, and stay away from all happiness almost like masochistic.

"Pride and self-knowledge are not opposite words." Snape interrupted him. "All Slytherins are proud, and they are not worthy of full trust. What we pursue is eternal interests. And I What's more, I am a Death Eater, a traitor. Have you heard how students and teachers comment on me behind my back? And now you want to discuss the Dark Lord's secret weapon with me?" He I laughed at myself.

"So what? Dumbledore has always believed in you, and I trust you too. We all know that the past cannot define you, let alone determine your future. The truth will eventually come to light. I always thought you were proud, You don't care about other people's opinions, your life has a clear purpose, you are..." Harry was speechless, just stood there excitedly