Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Principal..." Harry's voice sounded a little broken at this time. He looked at the vines rising into the sky, becoming thicker and bigger. The color underneath was dark green, gradually turning into gray. There were also some bright red blood vines sandwiched between them, exuding an ominous meaning. The surrounding space soon darkened. Looking over lightly, it was all gray, with twisting bodies looming and mixed with some screams.

The Dementor in the corner felt fear for the first time. It flew out from the gap in a hurry and came to Harry and the other two.

Harry felt a little cold at this moment. Since coming to this world, he had never successfully cast the Patronus Charm again. The silver elk from the past seemed to have accompanied him in his previous life and gradually disappeared in the long river of time. Who abandoned whom?

Expected Guardian

Two fiery red phoenixes rushed out, one drove away the Dementors, and the other ignited the vines. The phoenix's flame was different from ordinary ones. It was at the same level as the Fiendfyre, but in comparison, it was milder and could restrain certain black magic.

The vines seemed to feel the power of the flames. The green vines retreated to the back, while the gray and red vines rushed to the front, not afraid at all. They were eager to try in the flames and became even more excited.

The high temperature generated by the Phoenix flame and the steaming gas made Harry feel a little hot. He wiped the sweat from his head, his hands were wet. The wizard robe behind him stuck to his back, outlining the young man's thin figure.

Dumbledore discovered this and cast a heat preservation spell on the three people.

"By the way, Harry, your test today was a bit difficult." Sirius still had the mind to tease at this time. Perhaps for him, no matter how difficult the situation was, it was not as bad as when he first learned that Potter and Lily died in that cottage, he was betrayed by his friends, and he was imprisoned in Azkaban.

Now, his godson was right next to him, and his beloved headmaster from his boyhood was also extremely close to him. This was not bad, Sirius thought silently.

He stared at the flames burning around him in a trance. Among the sparks floating in the air, he felt uneasy in the past few days, and his heart, which had been floating in the air, gradually sank.

His memory of the past was very vague. No, how he got out of Azkaban and successfully came to Hogwarts to teach, becoming the most popular Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher among his classmates (Sirius named himself), and living a peaceful and harmonious life here. It was not until a few days ago that his memory began to come alive.

Sometimes it was so beautiful that he even thought it was real? Whenever someone mentioned the word Quirrell, his heart would skip a beat, as if he felt deeply guilty towards this person.

The flames grew larger and larger, and thick dust covered the outside of the defensive barrier, obstructing the three people's vision.

As time passed, Sirius and Harry became weaker, and their magic could no longer support casting so many spells instantly. Now they had only Dumbledore to maintain the defense around them.

Dumbledore's eyes became brighter and brighter. He stared at a blank area at the top of the venue. There were a lot of vines here, tangled and intertwined. 50% of the red vines were concentrated in this area. If his guess was correct, this should be the breakthrough point of this venue.

Even Dumbledore felt a little overwhelmed by the long-term output of magic power.

"I will need to trouble you again later," said Dumbledore, "Let's go to that place," and he pointed his wand to the extremely dangerous area.

Hiss—Harry's gasp came from behind.

"Trust me," Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, his face still showing a relaxed expression. Suddenly, his aura changed drastically, and the three of them suddenly floated into the air. The land where they had just stood lost its defense and was immediately occupied by vines. Harry frowned and looked down. He promised that he never wanted to see long objects again in his life.

Sirius placed his wand against the ball of light, sharing Dumbledore's burden. He looked around and opened his mouth wide. He was indeed one of the greatest wizards in the world. This kind of control and use of magic was really -

Harry felt that the pattern looked familiar. Why was it so similar to the one on the Hogwarts dining table?

Could it be that it also has the function of space transfer?

The three people successfully ascended to the place where the red vines gathered. Some were bright red, as if blood would drip from them at the next moment, and some were brown-red, as if old blood stains were spread on them layer by layer and only saw the light of day today, and deeper inside, they were dark red.

As Dumbledore approached, he looked at Harry strangely. He felt a familiar magic coming from that area.

After Harry received Dumbledore's gaze, he looked back strangely and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Dumbledore turned his head and called Fawkes back, signaling him to rush towards that area. The flames burning around the phoenix dispelled the darkness in that area, and Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand in his hand.

A flame with extremely high temperature spurted out from Dumbledore's wand. The blue flame burned quietly, and then gushed out, turning into a giant blue dragon. It rushed out of the protective barrier and joined hands with Fawkes to burn all the vines blocking the way ahead. Amid the crackling of the flames, some subtle screams could be heard occasionally.

The flames spread out more and more, turning into animals that scattered and ran around, gradually igniting all the vines in the entire space. The dark environment disappeared, replaced by a scene of burning fire and heat.

Harry looked at the waves of heat, and his head hurt especially this time. He seemed to have experienced it before, books as high as a floor, broken chairs, screaming crowns, smelly blood mist, Draco riding on his broom, people falling from the flames -

what--

Harry couldn't help but scream. He held his head and his wand fell on the protective barrier with a clatter.

Dumbledore was distracted at this time, and a long monster suddenly crashed into the barrier. It was surrounded by green scales, its eyes were blood red, and its tail had many forks that were densely tangled together. Wherever he went, the vines retreated, and even the Fiendfyre could not reach him at all.

"It was you - it was you who woke me up -"

Dumbledore flicked his wrist, and the three of them flew even faster. Sirius held Harry in his arms, holding Harry's wand in his hand, and hid in front of Dumbledore. The protection range of the barrier was reduced again. Dumbledore's patronus floated out, flew to the periphery of the light ball, and flew rapidly to the weak point in space with the light ball.

The blue monster was immediately annoyed and chased after him.