Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 187 Harry Potter
"That's it."

He Gang's voice came from the communication device, he said that he would return to the dirty waste land immediately.

And told Dumbledore everything he had encountered at Hogwarts, his conjectures and Voldemort's memory.

"Speaking of those bugs living in Horcruxes, there is something I need to let you know."

Dumbledore politely declined the roast quail that Hermione Granger handed across the dining table, and said to He Gang,
"I personally used Gryffindor's sword to pierce the Slytherin locket that contained Voldemort's soul fragments. At that time, some very wonderful changes occurred, like two phantoms of unknown creatures Fighting above the two props, and finally winning with the white light and shadow represented by the sword of Gryffindor, the Slytherin locket also shattered."

"However... after Voldemort's soul fragments uttered some horrible howls and routinely bewitching words, etc., the regular program ended, and less than 5 minutes after the box was broken, there was also a beast that could never exist in this world. The bug crawled out of the locket..."

"...No, Mr. Potter, you can eat it, thank you...Yes, you can have some mashed potatoes, Miss Granger, their mashed potatoes are very good..."

"Where did it go?"

"Ah... yes, bug, it's weird to say that I was the only one who saw the bug crawling out of the crack, with a bunch of human arms growing out, just like centipedes. Mr. Potter and his friends agreed that there were no bugs."

"Um... yes, that's right..."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll go back to Hogwarts after this is over, and hold a press conference directly."

"no problem."

When He Gang went offline, Dumbledore shrugged and turned off the communication equipment.

After drinking too much essence of the fountain of life, his mentality became much younger.

This is Dean Forest.

This ancient woodland in Gloucestershire was once a royal hunting ground and its trees were once used to build Tudor warships.

Nowadays, it is an ideal place to enjoy autumn leaves.

Certainly not this season.

But that's about it, Dumbledore has made it a lot warmer with magic.

Since the start of the Second Wizarding War, dark wizards began to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Mortal Muggles in the British Isles became panicked, and they even rumored that Jack the Ripper had returned.

Dumbledore's magic is quite advanced.

He makes it so warm here.

Oak, beech and sweet chestnut mix to create a palette of colors from rust yellow to gold.

They can walk or cycle through the Forest of Dean.However, keep an eye out for wild boars that may appear along the way.

It was here that Ron led Dumbledore to find Harry Potter and Hermione Granger who were fleeing and in a mess by relying on a certain gadget.

"Can you fix this, Professor?"

Harry seemed curious about Dumbledore's return, but more of a resentment.

He took out his wand, which had been broken in two, and showed it to Dumbledore, saying,
"Fix it, please."

The holly and phoenix-feather wand was nearly broken in two.

A flimsy phoenix feather held the two pieces together, and the wood was completely broken.Harry held it in his hands as if holding a mortally wounded life.

When he first knew that the wand was broken, he could hardly think, his mind was full of panic and fear, and there were some vague and violent thoughts that made him feel scared and strange.

Then he handed Dumbledore his wand.

"Very meaningful wand, Harry."

"Yeah, it left me forever because of those secret plans of yours."

Anger against Dumbledore erupted like lava, scorching Harry Potter's heart and obliterating all other emotions.

In this world, what Harry Potter encounters is no different from the HP world written by Rowling.

With them, they embarked on the road of fleeing and searching for and destroying Horcruxes.

It's just that the road is very bumpy.

Not long ago, on the day Ron appeared at 12 Grimmauld Place, he and Hermione Granger went to Godric's Hollow, his hometown.

It was out of sheer desperation that they had convinced themselves that Godric's Hollow held the answer, that it was a covert route arranged by Dumbledore to get them there.

Yet no map, no plan.

Dumbledore left them groping in the dark, alone against unknown, unimagined horrors, without assistance.

Nothing was explained, nothing was provided, they had no sword, and Harry lost his wand there.

They have experienced too much pain along the way.

Even He Gang had never experienced that kind of training.

"I'm sorry, Harry."

Dumbledore stroked the broken wand, although he seemed to be lost in memory, his eyes looked vaguely at the gloomy young man who was almost dazzled by anger and resentment.

He suddenly noticed that Hermione Granger, who was always with Harry, did the same thing.

She has always been smart.

Now, though her expression was gentle and peaceful, there was a certain iron-hard alertness in her eyes.

"In the past, Voldemort was our greatest enemy. In order to make him never come back to life, we paid a lot, me, Sirius, and your parents..."

Dumbledore put the broken wand on the table, and the elder wand, which contained great magic power, twirled around in his hand, without even chanting the spell, while bright sparks fell on its fracture.

Then it was like a miracle.

The broken wand actually began to repair itself.

The fractures overlapped, and the phoenix tail feathers emitted sparks that seemed to be burning.

It's like being reborn from the ashes.

"All for the greater good."

He ended with these words.

"Like you said to Grindelwald?"

Hermione's voice rose.

It seems to be deliberately ridiculing and criticizing Dumbledore's unrealistic, purely righteous coercion of Harry.

"Correct."

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore did not refute at all,

"Just like I said to Grindelwald."

He admitted it very simply.

"We're here risking our lives against the Dark Arts, while you, when you were our age, got together with your new cronies and plotted Muggle domination."

Harry's voice sounded even harsher.

"Oh……"

Ron let out a strange cry beside him.

He couldn't imagine Harry having the guts to do that to Dumbledore.

"You should calm down, Harry."

Dumbledore handed the latter the repaired wand, but the elder wand did not put it down.

In his sight, as resentment and anger erupted and accumulated, the lightning-shaped scar on Harry Potter's forehead was slowly cracking.

Revealing the red and white brain tissue inside.

There appears to be no skull.

There's a small, eerie thing that's slowly burrowing outward.

Harry Potter, he seems to be polluted.

(End of this chapter)