The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

Nothing is more inappropriate for a bedtime story than the lighthearted one, neither for the teller nor for the listener.

After waiting, feeling that Snape still had no signs of speaking, Harry laughed dryly, "The night is dark, maybe we should all rest, after all, you need time to digest these stories. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Perhaps After talking for too long, Harry's voice was hoarse.He stood up and walked towards the door, his figure shaking a little.

Snape got up to see him off, still silent.Harry couldn't read the deep meaning in his eyes, and when he was about to smile dryly again, the door slammed shut right on the bridge of his nose.

Harry walked back to his room as if sleepwalking, pretending to be relaxed, humming a song, taking a bath and changing clothes, until he covered the quilt and turned off the lights, and was surrounded by endless darkness again, then gritted his teeth in depression.After a long time, he rubbed his face fiercely, Harry stood up again, drank two drops of sleep potion, sighed, and gradually fell asleep.

Harry didn't have class all morning the next day, and it wasn't until noon that his stomach screamed in protest and woke him up.Harry had his hand on the doorknob, still hesitating whether to go to the school hall for lunch.Because then he would definitely meet Snape. He didn't have any worries when he spoke last night, but now Harry wanted to avoid it. He didn't know how he wanted Snape's response.Continue to be regarded as the son of the enemy?In that case Harry wasn't sure he wouldn't have picked up his wand and dueled him.Perhaps because of the establishment of the unbreakable spell, Harry didn't have any worries, and he was able to talk about those memories unimpeded, even to Dumbledore Harry didn't say so in detail at the time.Perhaps it was the loneliness of having no friends these days that made Harry pour out all the necessary and unnecessary things to Snape.Although Snape could no longer mention any news to the third person, Harry, who had a long and slow reflection arc, still felt that it was inappropriate to tell Snape that his first love was Cho Chang.

By the time Harry lingered into the hall, there were few people at the dining table, Snape was of course not among them, and only Crabbe and Goyle were still devouring heartlessly at the long Slytherin table. With a sigh of relief, the dinner plate was filled to the brim in just a few clicks.Harry didn't know what he was worried about, those pasts were beyond his subjective consciousness control, he was calm when he told Dumbledore, but now he was ridiculously uneasy.Unable to come up with a clue, he had to attribute everything to Snape's terrifying deterrence that ran rampant in Hogwarts.

At 07:30 in the evening, Harry came to the cellar as agreed. Snape seemed to sense his presence, and opened the door before he knocked. "Professor Peverell." Snape bowed.

"I thought you'd call me Potter privately when you knew who I really was," Harry said with some self-sarcasm.

"Professor Peverell, no matter which world you come from, and what happened in that world, it is not necessarily related to the world we are in now. I am still the Potions professor at Hogwarts, and the people I know It's also the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. I don't think it's a wise choice to intervene those things in real life." Snape's voice was as calm and calm as ever, and it seemed interesting in this gloomy cellar. Kind of cruel.

Harry was stunned in place. This is undoubtedly a common, simple and extremely rational opinion, but since Harry came here, he has never thought about it. He is always hesitating in two worlds, unable to distinguish which is real and which is an illusion , he couldn't freely let go of the past and start again, and now his pace was constantly being restrained.He has always been puzzled, until now he suddenly realized that he had blinded his vision, and he always laughed at Snape as a man in a cover, so he was just a joke.

23

All myths and legends are created based on certain factual basis, but gradually become mysterious and unpredictable in people's false rumors.They now assume that the "witch's curse" is a real magical object, and then it is easy to find that it has been intermittently running through the entire history of magic from the seventeenth century to the present, not only in history books, but also in fairy tales. There are also stories of this kind, but the evil part is removed and it becomes innocuous.

But this clue is not clear. There are only some records in the history books and black magic books of the [-]th and [-]th centuries. Since the large-scale reorganization of the magic world in the [-]th century, there has been no news.And because the "witch's curse" is too evil and powerful, no one can control it. Even the [-]th century, when black magic was prevalent, there is no too detailed introduction about it, but it only highlights its coveted power, which is the most ironic Unfortunately, far fewer people die directly from its curse or from its backlash than the wizards who kill each other over it.The last definite information they could find on it was a report of religious activity in the late nineteenth century.

This event originated from a large-scale, wide-ranging, and deeply-disasterd plague. Many surviving wizards believed that Merlin was warning and punishing them. Those black magic corrupted their souls and destroyed the balance of the wizarding world. will bring about the destruction of all mankind.So they held a mass, and some highly respected old wizards destroyed or buried some powerful black magic objects. With the death of those old wizards, no one knew where these magic objects were hidden. They have truly become myths that only exist in stories, and the magic world has also ushered in peace and stability. "The Witch's Curse" is also one of the magic objects being processed.

Perhaps in order to confuse people's attention and prevent those who covet black magic from taking advantage of it, the time and place of this report are extremely vague, even contradictory.I have to say that their event was a success, because there have been no appalling incidents of black magic hurting people since then. Knowing the rise of Voldemort brought the carnival of black magic that had not been seen for two centuries.Harry and Snape were at a loss for the documents. They now don't know where the "Witch's Curse" is finally buried, and even all their speculations are based on Harry's conjectures.Their current situation is like balloons floating in the air without embarrassment or embarrassment, and there is no point of strength around them.

It was already late, and Harry got up to leave, but Snape didn't mean to see him off, but said, "Even if this is all just conjecture, it's worth a try. You also said before that the Dark Lord wanted to leave in the Black Forest. We can start from the Black Forest and reverse it." Harry nodded, planning to go to the library to pick up a few more books before going back to his room.Snape saw the obvious tiredness in his expression, his heart moved, and he asked, "Perhaps you need some sleep potion?"

Harry froze for a moment, as if he hadn't reacted to Snape's hidden concern and proactive greeting. "To be honest, I haven't been sleeping well lately, but that thing always makes me dizzy when I wake up. I would really appreciate it if you have an improved version." In fact, Harry was in the sixth grade of the Half-Blood Prince. I have seen Snape's improved formula for the sleeping potion in the book, and I made it according to the above steps before.However, if you don't take it for nothing, let alone after so many years, maybe Snape has improved the original version.

Snape was indeed constantly improving the formula and effect of the sleeping potion. Harry walked in the corridor, constantly playing with the glass bottle. From the smell and color, it was obviously different from the potion on Harry's bedside. Different, Harry couldn't help feeling a little bit of anticipation for tonight's sleep.But why would a normal person keep making fuss about sleep potions? There will be innovations only when there is demand. Thinking of Snape frowning and improving the potion bit by bit, Harry felt a little bit of sympathy with Snape.

The progress of the matter far exceeded Harry's expectations. After missing breakfast and taking two consecutive classes, Harry dragged his tired body to the lounge. Policies that exploit human rights.When he opened the wooden door of the tea room, Snape was about to push it out, and both of them were startled when they exerted force at the same time.Snape looked at Harry, as if he wanted to say something, but he turned his head to look at the other teachers in the lounge and gave up, just glared at Harry pretending to be angry, and left in a hurry.

Harry turned around inexplicably and glanced at Snape's back. The teachers inside the door greeted Harry warmly when they saw Harry standing at the door. Professor Flitwick jumped down from his chair and graciously greeted Harry. ordered coffee. "Professor Peverell, please don't mind Professor Snape's words and deeds. He is really a good man, but he has a bad temper. I believe he didn't mean to target you just now, but teaching the sixth grade is really hard work." That's right." He sighed exaggeratedly.

But Harry didn't appreciate it, he looked at Professor Flitwick and the teachers who echoed him even more in surprise.Didn't they realize that Snape was just "joking"?Of course he knew that Snape didn't mean to target him, because the old man wasn't angry at all!But these teachers have known Snape for decades, and Professor McGonagall can be said to have watched Snape grow up, so how could he not have been in contact with Snape for a few months? Are people more aware of Snape's awkward nature?The past few years are not counted. At that time, they were hindered by various external factors and did not get to know and understand each other well. Now Harry does not feel that he is