Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry saw the guilty look on Quirrell's face, because he knew that his way was wrong. He felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart, feeling that he had saved a few more lives.

Quirrell saw that Harry was not angry anymore, but asked him to stand up and answer. Quirrell continued, "Before the Muggle died, he was eaten by a group of snakes. There was a leader among them, and the surrounding snakes were very afraid of it. It had emerald green scales with black stripes on them, in circles, and its eyes were red."

Quirrell took out a desktop computer from his backpack, which instantly struck Harry as a strange thing. After all, the appearance of Muggle technology in the magical world always seemed out of place.

Quirrell turned on the computer and operated it for a few times. "I used the Imperius Curse to enter the so-called national technology laboratory in the Muggle world, browsed their memories, and learned how to operate it."

Quirrell clicked on one of the pictures and presented it to Harry as if he was presenting a treasure.

When Harry saw the poor quality of the image, he first compared it with his memory of the popular image quality in the 20th century. He was amazed and terrified to find that Muggles had made such rapid progress in just a few years.

In the video, groups of snakes were dancing densely and twisting in front of the camera, giving Harry goose bumps. The scarlet tongues kept spraying into the air, and soon the person on the ground could no longer watch.

Above the sky, half of it was covered by interlaced branches, and hanging on it was the small snake mentioned by Quirrell, which looked like the one possessed by Voldemort.

The first time Harry saw it, his sixth sense told him that this should be Voldemort, but he was very puzzled because both of his eyeballs were scarlet, but one looked crazy and the other looked pure, as if he had a split personality.

"Just keep watching." Harry stood up and left, patting Quirrell on the shoulder in encouragement.

Quirrell was flattered.

Harry now had to rush to Hagrid's hut, where his confinement would last for two months.

Harry's mind was in a mess and he was angry but couldn't get rid of it. While there was still some time, he wanted to take a walk by the Black Lake to calm himself down.

It has been rainy these days, but today it finally cleared up, and fine water droplets still cling to the green grass on the ground. After getting used to the foggy and rainy atmosphere, looking at the bright and sunny weather today, the whole world seems to be painted, becoming clean, clear, and full of vitality.

Harry walked slowly, bent down and picked a dandelion that was wet by the rain and had only a few hairs left. He took it in his hand and admired it carefully. It seemed that he had always been a passer-by in life and had never been alone and quiet.

When he reached the edge of the Black Lake, the whole world became quiet. The noise in the castle gradually faded away from him and became blurred. The memories of the past, the heart-wrenching, painful, happy and angry ones were all consciously hidden by him.

Today, Harry just wanted to be alone. He looked into the distance. The sky and earth were vast, with green mountains and clear water. Every step he took was a scene that could be painted. For a moment, he was a little dazed.

In the distant lake, a few octopus tentacles appear and disappear from time to time, as if they are playing and fighting. Occasionally, small fish jump out of the water and hit the lake, splashing water. The splashing water droplets in the air immediately turn into colorful diamonds.

The water immediately adds a different color under the refraction of light.

Harry smelled the fresh scent of grass and trees around him, and for a moment he felt like he was about to leave this body. Bai You, whom he could feel at any time, was now gone, and it seemed that Bai You could no longer feel him.

Harry should have been ecstatic, but now he didn't feel anything. He just felt it quietly, as if all these things had nothing to do with him. This world, this world couldn't be fake, Harry seemed to have returned to the nightmare of his previous life.

He lay down, letting the water droplets on the grass wet his clothes. Harry closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on his face, warm and gentle, like a mother's caress. He didn't want to get up for a moment, he just wanted to lie quietly like this.

Occasionally, a feeling of sadness suddenly rushed into Harry's eyes, and a few tears left the corners of his eyes and disappeared into the hair at his temples.

"Hey, wake up."

A voice broke the silence, but Harry had no strength in his body and didn't even want to lift his eyelids.

"Wake up, wake up, Harry, Harry, don't sleep anymore." The voice became louder and louder, but Harry could no longer hear it. He wanted to open his mouth, ah——

In an instant, I was pulled into a warm embrace and fell asleep peacefully.

When he woke up, he was surrounded by white walls and the familiar smell of herbs. Harry propped himself up and looked around. The midday sun shone on his face, which was a little dazzling for a moment.

Harry covered his eyes with his sleeves and squinted, and a few tears welled up in his eyes physiologically.

How did I get to the infirmary, Harry asked Bai You in his mind.

No one answered. Harry felt relieved. Did he get rid of him? It’s okay if not. Just let me rest for a while.

Harry walked out barefoot. There were no shoes by the bed. The entire infirmary was empty and Madam Pomfrey was not there.

When he walked into the corridor, the entire castle was eerily quiet. Apart from the singing of birds, the sound of voles running through the grass, and the rustling of snakes swimming around, Harry could no longer hear any other sound.

Harry had no fear or terror. He just wandered around aimlessly. He didn't even react to the pain when a small stone scratched his foot. Scarlet blood flowed out.

Following Harry's walking traces and marking them out bit by bit, Harry was still very tired. He only knew to move forward, but didn't know where he should go.

He strolled to the edge of the Black Lake, the soles of his feet were already broken and tattered. This world was not soft. It would only hurt those who were soft. The hard ones were fearless, while the soft ones were covered in blood.

It was still the same position, but it was a little different this time. Harry put his feet into the lake. No one guided him. He just wanted to do it subconsciously. A magical thing happened. A soft light flashed, and Harry's feet were healed instantly.

Attracted by the smell of blood, the octopus swam to Harry, and its huge tentacles grabbed Harry's ankles and pulled him in.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp", Harry suddenly entered the lake. Due to the lack of air, Harry seemed to be drowning. He just let himself immersed in this feeling of death and gradually suffocated.

After what seemed like an eternity or a split second, Harry opened his eyes.

There was a handsome man standing in front of him, with an upright posture and a powerful aura, wearing armor from the 14th or 15th century. His wild eyebrows were as sharp as swords, and his dark eyes were so imposing that people dared not look directly at him.

"Why are you still lying there? Stand up." the man said.