Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"dragon--"

A low sigh originated from one place and then spread out in the form of waves.

Harry came to a dim space, surrounded by the smell of blood. He looked down at his hand and found an extra sword. He was also wearing a set of hard black and green armor. Harry, who had just stood beside him, disappeared.

Harry had never felt so complete. Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, sadness, thought and fear, eight different emotions intertwined in his heart and then turned into eternal tranquility.

He raised his head and touched his face, only to find that he was wearing a solid mask on the other side, which he could not take off.

Umbridge (Harry) was awake at this moment. She walked out of the dark room and found many unconscious people lying on the ground, Madam Pomfrey who was preparing potions, and many injured wizards. The classroom was no longer a classroom, but had turned into a solid cage.

She lowered her head, put her fingers together, and placed them in front of the nose of a little wizard. She felt a faint airflow and breathed a sigh of relief.

The image from her side was simultaneously transmitted to Harry.

At this time, a little fat boy woke up slowly. He looked at Umbridge, who was the same size as him and wearing a pink suit, and felt relieved. Then he burst into tears and snot. He was really fed up with it these few days since he left the academy.

Harry looked at the little fat boy with some disgust, but still took him to an open space in the distance reluctantly. This was the only place with light around.

When Harry saw this scene, he felt relieved. He thought that his current outfit should be considered a knight, which made him think of the so-called doomsday prophecy.

Tap tap tap - in the empty environment, there were long sounds of footsteps, neither fast nor slow, but extremely rhythmic.

Harry turned around and saw a white warhorse, as if it was nowhere else, passing through one wall after another, coming to him and stopping.

He keenly noticed the metal collar around the warhorse's neck. The collar had four colors: red, green, yellow and blue.

Harry felt particularly close to it, as if this warhorse had been with him for a long time. He tentatively reached out his hand to touch the horse's mane, and his hand pierced through it.

The warhorse stayed here for a moment, and then disappeared with a clatter.

Outside, what's going on outside?

Harry called out loudly in his sea of ​​consciousness, but unfortunately Snape and Draco did not respond.

The person who tied the bell must untie it. Harry thought that he should find the four funnels he had just touched to see if he could restore Hogwarts to its original state. He didn't know what dangers were around, so he was particularly anxious at the moment.

Here, Ron and Hermione were not unconscious. They found themselves in a dark place with black soil underneath. Ron recognized what these guys were and was frightened. He wanted to jump on Hermione immediately.

At this moment, Hermione felt a little dizzy. She wished she could fall to the ground and fall asleep immediately. Even the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth could not eliminate her sleepiness.

"What just happened?"

Ron said tremblingly with fear. Hermione rubbed her temple with a headache. Looking at the trembling boy hugging her arms, she felt like a mother.

Some people woke up one after another, but most of them were still asleep. When they woke up, they were surprised to find that they were wearing black or white armor, or red or gray, and had scales, swords and longbows at their hands.

Cedric only felt sore all over. When he woke up, he was wearing a heavy black armor that he couldn't take off. There was also a silver scale stuck on his hand with a grain of wheat on one end of the scale.

Ginny was wearing red armor that matched her hair, and she was holding a sharpened broadsword in her hand. The cold blade light reflected in her dilated pupils, adding a touch of coolness to her whole temperament.

Neville was wearing white armor, carrying a longbow on his back and a crown on his head. After nearly half an hour, everyone woke up. They all had their own identities, but at this time they had not realized the seriousness of the matter. They looked for their friends and gathered in groups of three or four to discuss what happened today.

Professor McGonagall watched this scene with her own eyes. Her clothes were not changed, but she was wearing the most common wizard robe. She was also the first to wake up, but was sucked into the wall all of a sudden, watching her former students embark on a war without the smoke of gunpowder.

Around her, many Hogwarts professors were trapped in scattered places. Some of them woke up and cursed. Kettleburn inquired about everything he saw. The body with an arm and a leg missing was struggling hard.

Trelawney fell into a trance, her messy hair stuck to her rough cheeks, her eyes were dull, and she kept repeating the same sentence. Flitwick was struggling desperately at this moment, his face was red like a burnt potato.

Not far away from them, Lockhart was wearing his flashy purple wizard robe and was tied up tightly. The walls in front of them were transparent, and they could see the confused children still playing and fighting.

Dudley's clothes did not change. He was running away at full speed, dodging the tentacles coming from all six directions. "What the hell, why are you arresting me?"

As he ran, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. What on earth had happened? Why was he so restless all day? It was better if Dumbledore was around. Everything was peaceful and he could skip classes every day.

Umbridge's pink figure was very eye-catching in the gray space, and the lazy little fat boy behind her was like a ball, curled up into a ball, spinning rapidly, and running even faster than Umbridge.

Hermione hugged Ron tightly. The two of them were not caught now, all thanks to her pet. "Arnold, come on!"

She touched the little guy's head lovingly. It was really difficult to carry such a burden on his body. Arnold actually wanted his master to throw the red-haired boy with freckles all over his face down, but he knew very well that this was impossible, so he could only try his best to teleport.

Everyone gathered towards the center. To be more precise, this space pushed everyone into a huge arena. The mask on Harry's helmet fell off with a clang, covering his entire face tightly. He felt his usually boiling blood become incomparably calm. He walked up to the stage little by little, and a beam of light shone down from the center.

The dim light illuminated the center of the Colosseum, and more and more wizards were driven over. They did not suffer much harm, and even continued to laugh while being driven, until they arrived here.

The grooves between the platforms were filled with many rotten bones, with a thick layer of dust floating on them. I guess they were ashes that had decayed into this state.

There was no fresh blood here. Harry watched helplessly as he raised the sword in his hand and slashed it in the middle. An unlucky little wizard had his finger cut short and let out a shrill scream.

The dripping blood fell onto the platform, sweeping away the dust on the platform, and it began to become transparent. This light only lasted for a while and then disappeared.

"Rules of the game, use blood, light up the platform."

Harry had been controlled at this moment. He watched in horror as he floated up. A majestic warhorse appeared out of nowhere under his butt and carried him towards the crowd.

No!

Unfortunately, no one heard what he said, and the wizard with mixed colors was divided into small pieces and thrown onto the platforms everywhere.

No one wants to do this. How much blood do you need to bleed? How long do you need to maintain the brightness? If you don't do it right, you will die. Who can take on this responsibility?

They were all still in the ivory tower, the most naive students, even if there were intrigues in the ordinary days, they were confined to a very brief range -

However, at this moment, kindness turned into a dagger leading to his heart. At first, one person made a tentative cut, and then the armor on his body was revealed. The first person to take the risk ascended to the second level, and those below began to get out of control.

Harry's face was in tears as he watched the sword being washed by the blood of one person after another. Its original silvery-white luster now glowed dark red.

Endless killing begins.

On this side, Snape settled the few unlucky guys who fell down, then called out the Slytherin prefects, gathered everyone on the lawn, pinched their noses and held back their disgust, cooperated with Lupin, and Madam Hooch who rushed over, these were the few professors who had power.

Snape and Draco looked at each other and understood what each other meant. They could not hear what Harry was saying, or perhaps they were in a unique magnetic field and could not communicate or express themselves.

The pink mist around them became thicker and thicker, and everyone began to feel drowsy. Some people's white eyeballs even became bloodshot instantly. Snape knocked the man out with a quick and decisive move.

The Weasley twins were whispering to each other about something at the moment. They were pointing and drawing at the lawn, and finally seemed to have decided on a location. Then Fred took a shovel that he had found from somewhere and started digging there vigorously.

"What are you doing?"

Snape planned to fly up to see what was going on there. There were still two professors and the sixth and seventh year students left in the common room, so they would be able to hold out for a while.

But when he flew halfway into the air, he saw such a horrible scene. It seemed that these two guys couldn't understand the occasion and were still digging in the mud.

George seemed very happy, as if he had seen something, and waved to Snape.

Snape landed impatiently, and a small vacuum area formed around him. The face of this big bat, which had accumulated power for a long time, was particularly gloomy at this moment.

"We can escape from this area first."

Fred looked up and saw pink mist surrounding them. They were trapped in it, and the sky above had lost its original color.

Snape landed and saw a large area of ​​holes underground. He was a little surprised. How could these two guys dig so well like gophers? It had only been a short time.

"Get down quickly, get down quickly!"

There were some Gryffindor students scattered around. They had long heard of the Weasley twins, and especially knew that they were very familiar with the tunnels of Hogwarts.

"There are several tunnels here leading to Hogsmeade outside."

Snape looked at the two of them meaningfully, but didn't say anything else. He looked at the majestic castle floating in the sky, and then at the wizards around him with childish eyes.

Forget it, I'd better get them outside safely first and then go up myself.

Draco took two steps back and hid behind the few professors. He met Lupin's eyes and then looked pleadingly. Harry was still there.

Lupin sold him out immediately, then grabbed his collar and threw him into the tunnel. The Weasley brothers, with their familiarity and understanding of the tunnel and the location of Hogwarts Castle, broke through the weakest point.

"Hurry up, you guys go down first, Madam Hooch, thank you for your help. After you get out, contact Dumbledore first, then go to the Ministry of Magic to contact Kingsley Shacklebolt. You can use this guy's fireplace if necessary."

Madam Hooch did not refuse. The most important task now was to rescue all the little wizards, rather than going up to investigate.

Draco tried to climb up by holding onto the ground, but Snape pushed him down with his wand. "Quick! Go to the spare fireplace in your house and inform Lucius to bring some more medicine."

Malfoy knew what was important and what was not. He looked around at the cowardly people around him, took a long sigh, went into the tunnel, and rushed in at the fastest speed in his life, with the help of spells.

The little wizards still on the lawn lined up and went down one by one. The pink mist seemed to have sensed something and began to condense into large pieces of black soil, completely enveloping the entire space, and then approaching little by little. This small space was only supported by Snape and Lupin.

"I never thought that one day I would be able to fight alongside you." Lupin recalled something and said with emotion.

Snape snorted coldly. He felt the heat coming from behind and goose bumps instantly appeared all over his body. This feeling really disgusted him.

In the Shrieking Shed, the Weasley twins were the first to rush out, followed closely by Draco, who picked up the tattered old broom thrown on the ground, then broke through the thatched roof and rushed to the crowd-gathering Hogsmeade village.

The people here have already noticed something unusual. Hogwarts in the distance is now tightly surrounded by a large black cover with a circle of blue flames around it. There is a person floating in the air, fighting against the sudden accident to prevent the circle from expanding any larger.

At the very top there is a golden-red bird, spitting flames from its mouth, burning a certain place vigorously.

Dumbledore vaguely saw the shape of a dragon. He increased the output of magic power in his hands, but the continuous and long-term running around made him a little overwhelmed.

Draco took a look and then went into a clothing store. The proprietress inside was shaving her nails leisurely. When she saw Draco, she stood up in fear and trepidation.

"Master, why are you here——"

"Shut up and give me the Floo powder!"