Harry Potter and the Rebirth

“Judging from the tragic condition of my younger brothers, there will be no bodies left, and it is more likely that there will be ashes.” Qinggang’s mind suddenly came to his senses for the first time, and he accurately described their possible tragic condition in the future.

"So? You really have no other solution?" Harry was unwilling to give up and tried to Apparate, but the exam place was under a counter-curse and he couldn't leave now.

"Well, we should have some other solution, but I can't think of it now."

"Uh--"

Harry could feel the temperature around him getting higher and higher. At first, it was the burning sensation of a steam room, and then it was the scorching sensation of putting his hand on a raging fire. The surrounding soil gradually loosened, and a large amount of steam came out, scalding Harry so much that he wanted to scream. The sticky snake licked Harry's wound, but he didn't feel any pain, and the wound gradually healed.

Qinggang was also dumbfounded, he just wanted to indulge himself before he died. He couldn't eat it just now, but now he smelled the aroma of barbecue and felt a little greedy.

"Olive powder (this is Harry's slip of the tongue due to being too anxious) - are you there? If you are, please reply. If you don't, your favorite disciple will turn to ashes -"

There was another voice in Harry's head, it was Bai You's voice, laughing and gloating, "Why? You want to be my partner?"

"Harry, are you okay? Harry?" This was Harry's voice.

Harry's head was buzzing, and for a moment it seemed as if hundreds of chicks were chirping beside him.

He collapsed to the ground immediately. There was no more painful punishment in the world than this. "Draco, Draco, are you there? Are you there?"

After waiting for a long time and no one responded, Harry then remembered that he had used up all his chances for today. It was really like crying out to the heavens and the earth for help, but no one answered his call.

"You should be fine." Gryffindor finally appeared, like a savior dropped from the sky, bringing Harry hope of survival.

The flames were getting closer, and Harry hurriedly chanted dozens of clear springs of water. The steam that was fighting against Fiendfyre came back again, making Harry feel even worse. Oh, oh, what was Fiendfyre's counter-curse? He seemed to have read in a book in his previous life that in the great battle in Paris, what Dumbledore and Newt Scamander had prevented together was -

That’s right! All curses are over!

No matter how Harry cried for help and resisted, the two big snakes lazily coiled up like a mosquito coil, leaning against each other and not moving. The extremely high temperature made the snakes that liked cool places a little uncomfortable. The younger brothers stationed around also crowded in. The underground cave became a place where vines were reveling, like the last struggle before death. Many plants showed a hideousness that had never been shown in front of people, and became like ferocious beasts.

When Harry finished chanting the spell, the temperature in the cave suddenly dropped. The two snakes raised their heads comfortably and looked at Harry curiously.

"I didn't expect you to be so capable."

But Harry realized something was wrong. This cold was not the same as the normal temperature. It was a feeling of despair emanating from his heart and body. Could I really escape? Why didn't they come to save me? Did they give up on me?

"Oh, this little guy is so interesting. I didn't notice him just now." Qinggang raised his upper body with interest, and the whole snake was ready to attack. It was a Dementor.

Harry propped himself up and moved back in fear, but the soft and elastic feeling on his back reminded him, and the squirming feeling made him sit up straight again. It was really -

Was God sending me here just to experience this hellish predicament? There hadn't been a single peaceful day since the start of first grade, Harry complained, wanting to point at Merlin and curse at him.

But this Dementor was a little strange. He was at a distance that was neither too close nor too far. He had both desire and struggle, and could feel the despair emanating from the human in front of him. This was exactly his most delicious food, sucking away his happiness and leaving him with pain that was worse than death.

However, his survival instinct told him not to get close. After all, the temptation of food was too great, and the extremely high temperature behind it made the Dementor rush forward. The two snakes looked at it curiously. What function does this little thing have? We will know by looking at Harry's reaction at that time.

There was a flash of golden light, and amid the Dementors' screams, an envelope emitting golden light emerged from Harry's pocket and slightly opened a hole. The Dementors sucked the envelope into it like flowing black liquid. The envelope burped with satisfaction, floated in front of Harry's head, folded the curve of the paper into a sharp angle, and then slapped Harry's head hard.

Harry felt the voice in his head again.

You are so incompetent. I caught one for you, but you can't even control it properly.

Then he turned into an ordinary envelope, floating down from mid-air and landing on Harry's clothes. After a while, he seemed to remember something, folded himself, reduced his area to 1/4, and put it into Harry's pocket.

"I am Brother Qiang, remember that," Harry was dumbfounded. The two basilisks trembled, their blue and purple bodies entangled together, dug a hole in the earth and buried themselves in it.

There were no words to say after that. Harry thought with evil humor that he must be trying to show off, but his cultural level is not high enough.

Ow—

Harry screamed, and the envelope seemed to have sensed Harry's thoughts. It folded its body into a strange arc and pinched the soft flesh on Harry's waist hard.

Harry wanted to cry but had no tears. He originally thought that he was free. Bai You had been much quieter during this period. He tried it out and found that the monitoring of his brain was greatly weakened. It was even more impossible for Gryffindor to spy on his inner thoughts. The long-lost sense of freedom was broken by this piece of paper. No, he knew it before, but he just didn't realize it.

Harry's sea of ​​consciousness turned into an open-air resting place. All kinds of strange things gathered in his mind, but they were still somewhat useful.

When Harry came to his senses, the extremely high temperature had dropped. To be precise, the temperature had never risen since the Dementors came.

Harry slumped on the ground, raised his arm and touched the soil. It was not very hot, but very solid and shattered into pieces. He shot at the wall above.

Cough, cough, cough. Harry felt like he was buried in a coffin. The dirt flying everywhere and the clods of earth hitting him made him feel like zombies coming out of a grave. Actually, it was almost the same. Harry comforted himself. The two snakes noticed the movement and stuck their heads out. When they found that Brother Qiang was gone, they immediately regained their arrogance.

But the noise became louder and louder, and the soil within a radius of several kilometers began to collapse. Dumbledore and Grindelwald who were standing on the ground also felt the noise.

"Are you talking about this time?" Dumbledore had been standing on the lawn, waiting for a miracle to happen.

"Yes."