The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

How well he got along with Snape, but why did he believe so firmly that he knew Snape better than anyone else?

Facts proved that Harry's feeling was correct, Snape was not angry, and did not target him, because Harry received a paper airplane: "I found some clues about the address, if it is convenient, please send me at the same time in the evening Come to the cellar to discuss.——S·S"

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Judging from the paper fibers and the writing style and inclination angle of the letter "g", it is very likely that the destruction site was in Albania?Harry had absolutely no desire to know what books Snape used to entertain himself in his spare time.

"Would you like to celebrate?" Harry stretched and muttered.He glanced at Snape who couldn't hear his words clearly and was frowning to correct his homework. The tiredness of the day and the warm air from the stove made him drowsy.

There had never been a time when the cellar would only make his hairs stand on end, his nerves tense, and a flutter of Snape's robes would make him want to run for the door.But now, it was still dark and cold in the cellar, and Snape was still stern and venomous, but he only felt comfortable and relaxed.If Ron and Hermione knew how comfortable they were, they would have screamed in horror.He hasn't thought about these old friends for a long time, and he doesn't know how they are doing now.His mysterious disappearance must have caused an uproar in the Ministry of Magic.Can Teddy change his appearance freely now?He hadn't had time to attend the wedding of Ginny and Wood... Harry was thinking about it silently, and fell asleep at some point.

It was only two hours after he woke up on his own, and Snape was still sitting in front of the desk correcting papers, his expression and posture remained unchanged.Harry was suddenly a little dazzled, not sure if he had really fallen asleep just now, and he was not sure what time it was.He wasn't in a hurry to look at his watch, just leaned over on the sofa cushions with a trace of drowsiness remaining, as if watching Snape meditating, but just emptying his mind.He's recently become obsessed with the sport -- going short.It's like a prelude to Occlumency, but a little different.He relaxed his body, cleared his mind, a gray mist seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and then let the magic power run wild in his body, and following that feeling, he could gradually perceive a wider range of magic power fluctuations.His own strong and abundant magic power is green.The ancient magic that permeates Hogwarts is the earthy gray of the brick walls.The restrained and domineering magic of black belonged to Snape.A little farther away, many young, fragile but active magical powers... He felt himself floating up, with the air, and the breeze, floating above the top of the Hogwarts spire, passing by the quiet lake, there was a turtle Climbing towards the river bank.He could see the stars in the vast sky, he could hear the mysterious call in the forbidden forest, he could feel the growth of the grass and the withering of the leaves.He felt like he was going to dissipate in this intoxicating atmosphere, settle on the brick walls of the castle, and then become history with time.

"What are you doing?" The voice was very close, too close, as if roaring from the bottom of my heart.He was shocked, and the scattered magic power suddenly wanted to merge with the outside world uncontrollably.Isn't this what you want?Those magic forces kept him, wandering freely forever.

What do I long for?Harry relaxed a little, but the voice continued to force him: "Wake up, Peverell!" Harry's heart tightened, and an irresistible force gradually approached him, trying to cut him off from the magic force. Link.The pull of the two forces caused his own magic to be extremely painful, and they rushed around disobediently, shouting.Harry tried to calm them down, I don't want those, I don't want the kind of drifting that seems to be free but involuntary, calm down.When he opened his eyes again, his whole body was wet, and his robe was very uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" He looked puzzled at Snape, who had a dark face in front of him and was still holding his arm tightly with one hand.

"What were you doing just now?" the man asked angrily.

Harry felt tired, not the physical tiredness you get after a day of classes, or the slump you get when you're drunk.It's a kind of impatience for life, tiredness for progress, and indifference to the future.He didn't know what Snape was talking about, he seemed to give up something just now, one that might have been a good choice, but now it was all meaningless.He straightened his legs and reached for the leaping flames in the fireplace, but it was obviously not long enough, and he gave up trying with a sigh.Snape was still staring at him, and it seemed he wouldn't rest without an explanation.

"You know, I'm emptying out, detecting magic power..."

"I just know you're killing yourself!" Snape growled without waiting for him to finish his sentence.Harry didn't care too much, but secretly thought that Snape's voice was very nice, not ostentatious, but it could touch the heartstrings.

"There's nothing wrong with it. I've tried several times. It was just a mistake. I've been obsessed with it for too long." Harry took Snape to another sofa and comforted him.

"Mistake? You almost turned into an empty shell just now! Do you know how dangerous it is to empty your magic power? You damn "boy who survived"!"

Harry chuckled at his contradictory statement.Snape wanted to hex him, or put his head in icy water to make him understand.

"If you're joking about everything, then what have I been doing for you? Why do I have to work hard to make potions for you every week? Why waste several nights of rest discussing the Black Forest with you Why did you just take you back at the risk of your magic being consumed?" Snape snarled, then got up and left the living room, it seemed that if he stayed with Harry for a second longer, they would start a duel.

The door was slammed shut, and Harry was jolted for the second time this evening, as if it wasn't the door frame that had just been hit, but his own head.

Venting magic power is an extremely dangerous thing, and only specially trained personnel will use it to detect the enemy's situation in an emergency.The more magical a person is, the wider the range of perception.You can detect the surrounding environment, how many wizards there are, how powerful they are, and where they are distributed, without being discovered by the other party.More powerful wizards can even directly control the magic of others in this way.But at the same time, it can have extremely serious consequences.The stronger a person's magic power is, the deeper his resonance with the world will be, and he will be called by the natural source to merge with them.Once his magic power is emptied, that person will become like a vegetable in the Muggle world.He can experience the existence of the outside world, but he cannot participate independently.He becomes nature itself, the ubiquitous air.Powerful but powerless.

Harry had never allowed himself to explore deeper than he did today, so he didn't feel so strongly held back that he lost consciousness.He vaguely knew that another force came in and rescued him.It was Snape.

Of course Snape.Even with the Pensieve, Harry couldn't count how many times Snape had saved him.Rough, if not voluntary, sarcasm, presuming Harry was an ungrateful, impulsive Gryffindor without telling the truth.But it turned out that Snape was the person Harry should hate the most but also the person he should be grateful for.

And he was indeed an ungrateful bastard.Harry groaned and buried his face in his knees.He owed Snape an apology, he owed Snape many apologies.It was decided that he would get up, go to the cellar, open the door, talk to Snape calmly, maybe bring him a bottle of good wine, and then treat him to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in London.

Harry looked up and realized that if he wanted to complete the plan, he had to either stay where he was or circle the globe.Across the Atlantic Ocean, the Pacific Ocean, Eurasia... and back to the origin.He was standing on the cellar floor at Snape's desk now.So where is Snape?Harry only thought for a second before giving up, and he'd be back here again anyway.Muhammad does not have to go to the mountain, the mountain will move of its own accord.Incredible, right?But that's the wonder of the wizarding world.

With the cries of a group of Gryffindors and the sharp drop of rubies, Snape calmed down his anger and returned to the cellar with waves of black robes.

Snape could never find the words to describe the scene and mood when he opened the door.He just flicked his wand at Harry and said quickly, "Funny funny!"

"Sorry and appreciate" was lined up with bellflowers on the floor. Harry half-knelt aside, raised his hands above his head in an exaggerated pose of confession. Wine and two wine glasses.Snape swore the only reason he hadn't hexed Harry was because Harry wasn't stupid enough to put two more candles on.

"What the hell is this? These platycodons are my potion storage, what have you done to my desk? And why are you still here? Isn't it time for you to see Merlin now?!" Nepe stood in front of the open door, his body trembling slightly, whether it was because of anger or other reasons.

Harry didn't seem to expect Snape to react like this, and he slowly stood up after Snape had finished venting. "I'm sorry, sorry for my previous irresponsible behavior, sorry for my ungratefulness, sorry for the time and energy you wasted because of me, sorry for making you