Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 519 Hesitation

In the dark, Harry chuckled. Tonight's plan would probably not be completed. Malfoy, wearing green silk pajamas and holding a small lamp, suddenly appeared in front of Harry.

"you--"

Draco didn't ask anything, his eyes were red and swollen, full of tears, with heartache and a little excitement.

"I--" Harry was about to say something, but unexpectedly the other party gently put the lantern in his hand on the ground, opened his arms, and hugged Harry tightly in his arms.

"Alas——" a sigh swirled in the wind.

"Who? Who's there?" Lupin caught the slight movement with his keen five senses. He immediately became alert, raised his wand, and walked towards the darkness little by little.

Filch, who was jubilant just now, now pursed his lips tightly, grabbed a corner of Lupin's clothes, and followed him nervously. If it were in the past, he would definitely be extremely excited, and then rush over to catch the students who did not sleep and wandered at night, report to their dean, and then severely deduct points from their college.

But now, the dormitory inspection system has been implemented, which means that students rarely have the opportunity to go out at night. The environment outside is unstable at night, so it goes without saying who might appear in the castle.

Filch swallowed nervously. Even with Lupin in front of him, he still felt unsafe.

A knight in the portrait was awakened at this time. He raised his spear and began to charge. Filch's eyes lit up. Yes, he could also seek help from outside.

He loosened Lupin's clothes and walked up to the knight. "Respected Knight Commander, could you please report to Headmaster Dumbledore that there are some minor problems in the corridor?"

The horse under the knight sneezed impatiently, then raised its front hoof high, "Requesting your help."

Filch knew that what he was doing might not be a good idea, but he had to find a strong helper to feel at ease. Just as he was daydreaming, Lupin disappeared from the corner.

This made him a little scared. The darkness around him turned into monsters with bared fangs and claws. He regretted staying here alone.

"What’s wrong with you."

A hand gently rested on Filch's shoulder, and a scream resounded through the sky, waking up all the portraits in the corridor.

Snape frowned, his heavy black cloak fluttered without wind, and his greasy hair fell on both sides of his cheeks in wisps.

Filch breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Snape coming. "I was on patrol with Lupin today. He just said he heard some noise and asked me to stay here while he went to check it out."

He cleverly added a sentence to prove that his situation was not a timid one.

Snape did not doubt it and immediately asked, "Where did he go?"

"It's just around the corner in that corridor."

Sneijder nodded slightly. He always felt that something was wrong with the Slytherin dormitory, as if someone had gone out. However, this inexplicable intuition was not confirmed by evidence.

Snape followed the direction Filch pointed and turned the corner to look at Lupin, who was standing there in a daze. It was really strange.

The walls on both sides of this corner are empty and very short, with blind spots. What is this guy doing here?

"Hey--"

When Lupin heard footsteps behind him, he turned around quickly. When he saw it was Snape, he was a little surprised, but he concealed his excitement.

"Just now I saw a student wearing green pajamas here. He had platinum blond hair and seemed to be from your college."

Snape wanted to continue questioning, but Lupin's words immediately put him at a disadvantage. He liked green, had platinum hair, and wore expensive silk pajamas. It was obvious with a simple calculation that it was that kid Draco who stayed up late at night and wandered around.

He asked back, "Oh, really?" and then left quickly with some embarrassment. Even in such a situation, he must absolutely maintain the honor of Serpentine House. The first point deduction at the beginning of the school year cannot be from Slytherin. If Lupin insisted on digging deeper, he would definitely teach Gryffindor a lesson in class tomorrow. I wish them a good start in the new semester!

The cloak behind him seemed to have life, fluttering wildly as Snape moved quickly.

Lupin chuckled.

After hearing the conversation between the two, Filch also bravely walked to the corner and saw Lupin standing there. He breathed a sigh of relief after Snape left.

"I just asked the portrait to tell Dumbledore this news. Am I a little bit -"

"It doesn't matter." Lupin patted Filch's shoulder, seeming very intimate. "Let's continue patrolling. Professor Knepper will tell Dumbledore everything about the situation here."

Filch moved his body awkwardly. This guy seemed a little strange. He didn't call Dumbledore the headmaster, but instead called Snape a respectful title. He wasn't very humble.

Thinking of some of the stories about the two people that were rumored, Xiaoqi made up her own one-person drama in her mind.

The subsequent patrol went unusually smoothly and nothing unusual was found.

Snape did not go to Dumbledore to report as Lupin said, but instead made a sudden comeback and woke up Georges who was lying on the sofa. The two of them quietly checked the dormitories of all the young wizards, and found that everyone was there.

Including the possible Draco mentioned by Lupin, after Georges opened Ouroboros' dormitory, he saw two figures sleeping inside. He yawned sleepily. His row of tasks was completed, and he quickly reported to the devil Snape.

What happened tonight? Could it be that Lupin was just talking nonsense?

Snape went to sleep tonight with a lot of questions in his mind, and he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Early the next morning, the first-year students took their freshly prepared class schedules and began calling their friends to discuss exploring this mysterious castle.

At the Slytherin table, the fat distant relative of the Nott family felt that Ouroboros was particularly easy to bully today, so he tentatively snatched the sausage from the plate.

Ouroboros touched the back of his aching neck and frowned as he watched the fat man behave recklessly and eat and drink in front of him. He frowned in disgust, took a deep breath, and walked to the back of the table with his plate.

When passing Malfoy, the two exchanged glances and nodded in friendly greeting.

The fat boy's muscles were stiff as he chewed the sausage. Damn it, how could I forget that he was from Malfoy? I deserved it.

He put his hand down in great annoyance, picked up the schedule on the dining table, and left in dejection.

Dumbledore unconsciously glanced at the little boy who stood up and left the table. "Ouroboros!" He was particularly sensitive to this name.

Ouroboros, an animal that devours its own tail, symbolizes the cycle of time and the interweaving of fate.

Could it be him?

He tapped his fingers on the dining table a few times, recalling the experience of being woken up by the portrait of the knight in the middle of the night. He sighed helplessly, this is the bad thing about being a principal. One day he would find a chance and throw it in the storage room.

Lupin finished today's breakfast and greeted his colleagues. Then he received a glare from Snape and left the hall as if nothing had happened.

According to his schedule for today, there will be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught by professor Gryffindor and Slytherin for third years from 9:30 to 11:30, and the location is the classroom on the right side of the stairs on the third floor.

When Lupin pushed open the door of the classroom with a book in his hand, there was already a little girl inside, it was Hermione.

She sat in the first row early and opened the book. The Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook on the table was already wrinkled, with many notes made with pens of various colors and some small pieces of paper on it.

"Hello, professor——"

"Hello, Miss Granger, it's another beautiful day."

Hermione nodded slightly and glanced at Professor Lupin. He was still dressed simply, exuding a loyal, gentle and reliable temperament.

She felt relieved to see the familiar person, luckily it wasn't Professor Snape, it would have been absolute hell if she hadn't been taking classes with Slytherins.

The second person to arrive at the classroom was Draco Malfoy. Strangely, he did not look down on Lupin today. Instead, he greeted the professor respectfully and sat obediently in the first row, only one seat away from Hermione.

It's really strange.

Hermione thought so in her mind, but her hands continued to move, reviewing the knowledge that she had already memorized since the holidays. Her current strength was far from enough, and it would take a long time to complete that task, but time was already too late.

Draco was bored, flipping through the brand new book in his hands. His eyes passed through the window to the bright white space outside. He seemed to be able to see in the distance again. Harry and his little follower were running in the wind and rain. His figure was looming, and then gradually grew larger in his sight.

The body began to rot and decay bit by bit. It was suddenly covered with maggots, which slowly ate away at the skin. Yellowish pustules grew under the skin and began to turn black and burnt.

Then the whole person exploded like a human bomb, blood and flesh flew everywhere. Draco woke up suddenly. He didn't know when there were more people in the classroom, but he actually fell asleep. He had such a terrible nightmare.

Dudley, who was sleeping on the table in the middle of the tent, was also awakened at the same time as him. The image in the water mirror in front of him was playing quietly. Groups of people gathered at the edge of the pink mist.

They saw the clear sky, the crystal clear lake, and the bustling crowds coming and going, which seemed like a paradise on earth, completely out of place with the burning, killing and looting in the fog.

"is it here?"

A man on a horse came in from a distance, and then with a whirring sound, he arrived in front of the team in the blink of an eye. "Who is this guy? He looks so arrogant."

"Hush, don't make a sound. He is so bold in this situation. He must not be someone you want to mess with. Let's just wait and see what happens."

"you're right."

Such discussions continued one after another. Kowen hid his body and lurked not far away, watching their song stagnant with boredom.

If they broke in, they would find that the number of wizards in the center of the secret realm was far less than theirs, and the others walking around outside were Muggles.

Since this place is so important, it should be well protected. Why did that old guy Grindelwald let Harry take over this place? At the same time, he didn't show up for so long and spread the news about this place, letting those guys come to him.

Just as he was thinking hard, at the end of the team, the fake Ron was tied up and held down by two people. The captain of the team came running over with a jumping little girl.

"Tell me, who ordered you to do this? Ask him to come and pay the ransom, and we can consider sparing your life."

The little girl skipped to Ron's side, then turned to look at a little girl of her own age. Her lips were dry and she was weak, and she seemed to be saying something as she opened and closed her lips.

The little girl moved closer and heard some broken words, "Leave, leave here."

She stood up suddenly, a little too fast, and the blood flowed quickly from her heels to her head, making her dizzy for a moment.

The captain took a few quick steps forward and held her waist with concern, "What's wrong with you? Are you okay now?"

"She just said that we should leave here quickly." After hearing the little girl's words, the captain squatted down. The little girl had stopped talking and had not said a word for such a long time. But when she reached the edge of the secret realm, she suddenly spoke. What was her intention?

With this thought in mind, the captain took out his magic wand, pried open the little girl's mouth, and poured some water into her mouth.

The fake Ron looked eager.

"Why? Do you like it too? If you do, tell me where it came from and I will let you go immediately."

Ron turned his head away and snorted coldly, what a joke! If he opened his mouth and said one more word, he would probably go to see God immediately.

Not far away, a team was pointing at them.

"Hey, man, you think they are really funny? Why do they bring two burdens with them?"

"Take your arms off me."

"Oh, sorry, I did it subconsciously." The crew cut and full beard couldn't hide the aura of a young man. The man keenly noticed that some places on his fingers had calluses.

I always felt that this guy should know something. He touched his chin, turned around and started to put his arm around someone else. After being pushed away again, he stared at his arm.

"Is this really my body? Why isn't it controlled by my thoughts? I know them very well. Hey, big brother."

Dudley waved his hand and wiped out all the images in the crystal. What was going on? These guys really needed to be recruited. By the way, why didn't Harry come back yet?

He rested his chin on the desk, staring blankly at the door curtain of the tent, with a shadow in armor reflected on his face.

This guy is really annoying! Damn Clinton!

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