Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 521 Rope

"Wait - let him stay here for now, Lupin will be here soon."

Dumbledore suddenly spoke.

"Oh, okay." Snape nodded in agreement.

Da da da--

The sound gradually grew louder from far away, and Draco's eyes revealed a look of joy, followed by a hint of worry. Snape stared at Draco's light golden hair, then looked at Lupin who was walking over, still emitting that disgusting smell. He stepped aside to let Lupin in, lowered his eyelids and thought, am I overthinking?

Malfoy was very nervous. Suddenly Lupin called him over. He glanced at his professor, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he quickly came behind Lupin.

I don't know what he said to Dumbledore. The atmosphere in front of the bed was very harmonious. Dumbledore didn't seem to have any doubts. He sighed and patted Lupin on the shoulder.

Even Madam Pomfrey, who was usually serious, softened.

This guy said something to the headmaster. Lupin pulled Draco in front of him. His mouth opened and closed, and the words he spoke were very pleasant to hear. Draco's originally tense body slowly relaxed.

Even at the dinner table that night, I still found it incredible when I thought about this incident.

Is this the end?

Is it so easy to pass? This guy is really good at it.

Just opposite him, across two long tables, a Gryffindor student received a note introducing a mysterious place in Hogwarts, where it was said that only Harry Potter had ever been.

He secretly put the note into his pocket, put one hand on his head, and asked the students around him nonchalantly, "Have you heard of the Room of Requirement?"

"Room of Requirement, I know that."

The little boy sitting opposite him, holding a chicken leg in one hand and with greasy mouth, spoke incoherently.

"Can you tell me?"

"Lorton, help me spread strawberry jam and raspberry jam on the bread in front, and bring me a glass of orange juice."

Loton thought that this was clearly an opportunity to order people around, but he still did as he was told.

Several wizards who were chatting animatedly stopped one after another. They heard the conversation between the two people and were very curious about this mysterious house.

"I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else."

"Uh-huh."

"This is what my brother told me. He got the news from somewhere. It is said that the Room of Requirement will appear randomly in various places in Hogwarts. As long as you see a portrait of a troll, you will find the room."

"Hey, is your information reliable?"

"If you don't believe me, forget it." The little fat man snorted disdainfully, picked up the orange juice at hand and began to drink it violently. Then he left the table. The circles of fat on his belly were swaying conspicuously.

There was a burst of booing.

Loton swallowed the last bite of food in his mouth. No one was watching him. He quietly left the dining table and came to a sparsely populated corridor. With the help of the dim lights on both sides, he carefully read the words on the note.

"On the eighth floor, not far from the principal's office, there is a portrait of a giant holding a baseball bat. In front of the portrait, try to imagine where you want to go, and a door will appear there, taking you to any place you want to go.

The House of Requests will open to those who are destined to come when the bell rings at midnight."

"This seems to be true. Anyway, we are in school, so nothing should go wrong." Lorton was extremely excited at this moment. The adventurous gene hidden in Gryffindor's bones was suddenly stimulated.

At night, he lay in the warm bed. The other four people in the dormitory were all sleeping. It was exceptionally quiet and comfortable.

The person on guard in the common room today is Professor Lupin. I wonder if he has left now?

Otherwise, I'll just forget it.

But, but I want to take another look, the blue sky and white clouds, the green water and green mountains, and the bench built by my father by the river, my mother pushing her sister on the swing, and colorful little fish on the sparkling river surface——

mother--

There was a fire burning in Lorton's heart. With the professor guarding outside, he definitely couldn't get out. However, there should be no one watching outside the window. He had never heard of his senior taking this route.

It doesn’t matter. If more people walk on it, it becomes a road.

He pulled out a long, thick rope from the mattress, and began to tie knots at short intervals. The thick knots were enough to support his weight when he stepped on them.

As for the rest, he couldn't care less. There were always more solutions than problems. Even if he fell down -

Loton was silent. It shouldn't happen.

He held the thick, long and heavy rope, stepped barefoot on the floor, and was careful not to make any noise.

But, how is that possible?

How can one's actions be hidden from oneself, let alone from a clinical classmate?

There was only one person snoring in the dormitory, and the rest sat up, staring with shining eyes. Lorton had walked to the middle and was about to reach the window.

"What are you going to do?"

Lorton was a little stiff. He didn't know when his roommate woke up.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

The snoring suddenly stopped, and the person at the edge asked sleepily, "Is it dawn? Why are you all up?"

Someone next to him suddenly said, "Lorton, did you also receive that note?"

"Yeah!" His voice suddenly broke, with some disbelief and great surprise.

"correct."

My roommates quickly took out identical ones, and almost everyone received one. Their handwriting size, strokes, and content were almost copy and paste.

The snoring was very loud, and the guy started laughing. "This is obviously a prank. How could we find it so easily? Besides, this castle is not very safe at night. You should put the rope over to me."

He also went down barefoot, drove Lorton back to bed, and stuffed the bundles of hemp rope under his bed, "Good night, everyone, stop arguing."

"And you, man. If we had asked, we wouldn't have done this tonight."

At this moment, Lorton's face turned red with embarrassment. He really wanted to learn the amnesia technique to delete the embarrassing memory from his mind.

The others who had just sat up lay down on the bed again, but they could no longer sleep.

Does this happen only to them, or does it happen to everyone in the school?

After all, this world is a game for the brave.

The next day, as soon as Lorton and his roommates arrived at the restaurant from their dormitory, several people excitedly announced that they had found the legendary Room of Requirement, attracting everyone's attention.

Suddenly, the school was in an uproar. Everyone was fidgeting in class, wishing that night could come immediately so that they could go and take a look at the legendary place.

Joining in the fun is human nature, watching the fun is a real pleasure, and going with the flow is an indispensable and unique sense of security.

"Quiet."

Professor Lupin, who used to be kind, suddenly became angry and lost his temper, which was rare for him. This poured cold water on the restless children.

It was so noisy outside that Dumbledore had to take great pains to chase all the people hanging around on the eighth floor down, but there were two people who were difficult to chase away.

One is Professor McGonagall who is very curious, and the other is Snape who looks indifferent.

"Are you two here to help me see if this room can be relocated?"

"Albus, I'd like to take a look first before that."

Dumbledore looked at Minerva's eyes which were full of longing, and sighed helplessly. She was so old, yet full of childishness.

"What about you, Severus? You are curious as well."

"I was afraid something might happen to Mag, so I prepared to go in with her."

"Okay." Dumbledore spread his hands. "Well, well, call me when you come out."

"Okay." The two nodded.

As she walked over there, Minerva suddenly noticed that Lupin was standing in the middle of the staircase connecting the 7th and 8th floors.

"Do you want to come up too?" Professor McGonagall asked kindly.

"No, no, I'm just here to join in the fun. The students are the ones making a fuss. I promised them that I would come here to take a look and tell them the exact news after determining the extent of the danger."

"What about the children in the classroom?"

“They asked for the test.”

Minerva was amused and nodded slightly. "If this is how it turns out, then it's not bad."

Snape said, "Okay, the results won't be out for a while, you should go down to class first."

Lupin nodded, but did not move.

"This guy is really weird today." Snape muttered, and then pulled McGonagall to the Room of Requirement. After the blue-gray giant monster saw the two wizards coming, he raised the big stick in his hand and made a warning sound.

Minerva expressed her desire and curiosity, but in fact her eyes were filled with vigilance. She couldn't let Dumbledore take the risk at this critical juncture. If someone had to do it, why couldn't it be me?

Professor McGonagall, who was over fifty years old, was looking forward to the fulfillment of Dumbledore's promise. She turned her head and glanced at Snape who was following behind her.

"You still have to help Albus with his research, so you'd better not follow me."

Snape shook his head. The last time Hermione's little troll took them through space, they also took this route. If something happened, at least there was someone familiar with Magg.

Mag sighed helplessly, and with anticipation and vigilance, he carefully grasped the door handle that suddenly appeared on the wall, pushed it open a small gap, and the light coming out from inside enveloped the two people.

They opened their mouths wide, with happy smiles on their faces, and slowly went in.

The light disappeared, and the two people disappeared.

Lupin remained on the top staircase, greeting all the professors and students who passed by.

"this--"

McGonagall looked at Snape beside her. "Is this where you want to go? It's so simple and -"

"Ah!"

"Cold." Snape completed the last two words and put warm clothing on himself and Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you." Minerva turned her head and saw that the door had disappeared behind her, leaving only a light blue shadow.

This seemed to be a long cave. There was a light spot not far away. There seemed to be someone there. Mag heard a familiar voice.

"No."

Snape at the side suddenly blurted out this word.

"What's not?" Mag didn't react immediately, "Ah."

She patted Snape's arm, "It's okay, let's keep going."

The two people walked closer and closer, and saw a middle-aged red-haired man sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away, muttering something. No one knew what he was saying.

"Can we still come in when there's someone in the Room of Requirement?" Minerva was a little surprised, but Snape couldn't give an answer.

The two men raised their wands vigilantly and surrounded the red-haired man little by little.

But this guy acted as if he didn't notice anything, he just closed his eyes and continued to mutter to himself.

Mag squatted down and found that the man looked familiar. He had a red beard about a foot long, brown spots all over his face, and a big belly.

Looks like a carbon copy of Arthur.

But how did Arthur Weasley end up here?

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

When the man opened his eyes, Snape frowned. Why did he feel so familiar? Why did he feel a nameless anger burning in his heart?

The man's eyes lit up and he laughed broadly. Before Mag could even react, he was picked up by the guy and spun around several times.

"Professor, professor, you are finally here. I have been feeling depressed these past few days."

"Hey, hey, hey, put me down. I don't have a student as old as you."

Snape raised and lowered the wand in his hand, and raised it again. He could not aim at the target and could not tell which side this guy was on.

This place doesn't look like the world inside the Room of Requirement. According to Dumbledore's description, whatever you think of will appear here. He just wanted a green sofa, but nothing appeared.

This left Snape puzzled.

"Two professors, you are here. Ron, stop teasing the professors. Put Professor McGonagall down."

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately did as he was told and put his hands in front of him embarrassedly. In front of the teacher, students are always students. He was just so happy that he made such an offensive move to the teacher.

Minerva had just recovered when she was hugged by a young woman who was about the same height as her and had a similar temperament. The girl's face was immediately covered with tears and she lay in her arms sobbing.

If it was a real clash of magic, Snape wouldn't be afraid, but now -

What the hell has this world become? How did Ron become a bearded uncle?

And this guy, a replica of McGonagall, could he be Hermione?