Harry Potter and the Rebirth

In an empty room in Hogwarts, the little snake Aben was swimming slowly. After a flash of light, it appeared in this enclosed space. There was no gap and it could not contact its owner.

It looked around and felt extremely familiar, even naturally felt a sense of closeness. There was a small groove not far away. When it swam over, the groove just caught it. Its consciousness was instantly connected to the entire castle, and then a strong sense of sleepiness swept over it, knocking it out with an irresistible momentum.

The old dragon, who was so aggressive just now, suddenly softened his heart. The little guy seemed quite innocent. Considering that Harry woke him up, it would be nice not to eat him and keep him as a companion.

Harry pulled Colin Creevey down from his thigh.

"Professor, how are you doing?"

Fortunately, when Snape came in, Harry decisively cut off the connection, and there is still some time left.

"Dobby has come to find you, followed by many professors. Dumbledore and I are both fine."

Snape's answer was irrelevant; it seemed more like he wanted to convey some message to Harry.

"Professor, you and Headmaster Dumbledore please stay safe."

The old dragon monitored the whole process, and when he knew that a group of little grasshoppers were hopping over, he felt a headache. He looked at Harry who seemed to be in a dilemma, and made a choice for him. Many armors fell from the sky and were about to reach everyone in an instant.

Some of those who had been shouting just now looked up at the sky in despair, while others placed their hopes on Harry.

"Save me, save me!"

In an instant, screams rang out, hoarse and heart-wrenching. They were all underage, but they had to let their hands be stained with blood. In this extreme environment, their own worldview was destroyed and then rebuilt over and over again.

Harry looked around and could clearly feel a slight fluctuation on the other side of the exit. Dobby's continuous Apparition was about to reach him.

Hermione knelt on the ground in despair. No matter how smart and cautious she was, she was at a loss in such a situation. Percy smiled bitterly. His brothers had disappeared. Even if he survived, he didn't know how to explain to his parents.

The Weasley twins who were running over felt a pang in their hearts at the same time. They quickened their pace and felt a little more at ease when they saw the professor in front of them displaying his mighty power.

The little fat boy Elliot stood at the door in fear. He didn't dare to rush forward, but he didn't want to go out the door. This space was full of sand and he didn't know what was in front of him, but it was much better than the corridor outside that was full of tentacles.

Bart ran towards Harry desperately, and he noticed that Harry's armor had faded away, turning into a sharp dagger.

If I had this dagger, would I be like the previous few people and ensure that I was not within the scope of this cruel massacre?

Many people had the same idea. In this situation, Colin, the little fanboy who had just admired Harry, also unconsciously turned his eyes to the dagger in his hand.

Who doesn't want to live? So what if you're an idol?

Percy took a look, then glanced at the classmates who were seriously injured, and fell to the ground in despair. Harry, how could Harry have a solution? Everyone here was controlled, and he was able to live smoothly until now. This was his ability.

He suppressed the urge to snatch the green dagger from Harry's hand and finally chose to turn his back.

There were some people watching around, and the impending terrible end and the only way out made them abandon their usual bottom line.

In ancient times, during disaster years, people would eat their own children. Now, it is just a matter of snatching a dagger. It does not mean they will really kill him. He is capable and powerful, so there will definitely be no danger to him.

Harry heard all these dirty, messy, survival thoughts in an instant. The old dragon saw the dagger in his hand and gave him a privilege.

"What do you mean by holding a dagger? Do you want to save these people and kill them?"

This world is full of turbidity. People come into this world with a clean heart, but no one can leave cleanly.

The old dragon is really used to seeing all this, it has even taken it for granted. The heroes in those fairy tales are nothing more than a beautiful image that represents people's natural tendency towards light. It does not deny that such people exist in the world, but judging from the current situation, none of them are good birds.

Hermione supported herself on the ground and ran towards Harry desperately.

"Run, Harry, take your horse!"

Let’s go!

She saw the white horse following Harry, stamping its feet restlessly, neighing, and sneezing, its white mane flying up and down, as if it was afraid of something.

Harry was stunned. Hermione's rapidly running figure quickly enlarged in his world. The corners of his mouth rose slightly. He asked himself, if I were in Hermione's position, would I be able to treat others with such sincerity?

Bart watched Harry's green dagger falling quickly, and because of the huge inertia, he unconsciously moved forward, and the sharp blade was about to pierce his chest.

The old dragon's eyes widened. Harry was going to do it himself, which didn't match his first impression of him. This made the old dragon a little disappointed. He didn't know what he was expecting, he just thought that this person must be a little special.

But it's true, what's wrong with self-preservation? I would rather let the world betray me than let the world betray me. Old Dragon sighed deeply. Once the killing began, he could never stop. The rest was meaningless, meaningless.

Dobby, who was fast on his feet, had already arrived behind the white horse. The subtle connection between him and Harry made him feel uneasy. What on earth were those people trying to do? And what was that thing flying down at such a high speed?

Bart fell heavily to the ground and closed his eyes as if he was ready to die. After all, he was still a child. Was he going to die?

As soon as he opened his mouth, the dust in his mouth made it difficult for him to breathe. The smell of blood suddenly burst out in his nose. He felt his scalp wet. The place that was noisy just now suddenly became quiet, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

He watched the yellow sand around him condense into brown clods of soil bit by bit. This moment passed by quickly, followed by a girl's miserable scream.

"Ah! Harry!"

Bart crawled up on all fours, kneeling in a daze only ten centimeters away from Harry, looking at the thin boy in front of him who was as tall as him. A bloody red flower bloomed on his chest, and the sharp green dagger was stuck straight in the center.

The young man's emerald green eyes had lost their original color, becoming dull and stiff. The armor that was flying down at a high speed instantly turned into foam and disappeared.

Bart was greatly shocked. His heart seemed to be grabbed by someone and thrown into an endless abyss, falling into an underground river that had been flowing quietly and sleeping for thousands of years.

The light around him engulfed him.

"Go away!"

Percy was the first to run over, pushing Bart aside, holding the wand in his hand tremblingly, "Heal as before!"

"Healed! Healed!"

Three spells were cast at high speed, and faint rays of light fell on Harry's chest. The green dagger penetrated deeper, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth. Then his head tilted and he lay quietly on Percy's chest.

Hermione had just been tripped by someone and now staggered to Harry's side, carefully raising one of her hands, not breathing.

She laid her head on Harry's chest again, avoiding the sharp dagger. There was no familiar leap, and the white horse behind her disappeared from the armor like bubbles in an instant, and Dobby came in front of the three people.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" It began to slap its face.

At this moment, the people who had fallen into panic regained their senses. They looked up at the sky in surprise. Those life-threatening armors had disappeared, and the entire space began to collapse bit by bit like building blocks.

The old dragon felt that his magic power was recovering little by little. He looked at Harry, who was lying on the ground in the center of the crowd and was being held by someone. He was dazed for a moment.

In this world, there actually is such a big fool as Emperor No. 1. The colorful liquid in front of his eyes was shaking slightly.

On the other side, the scene in the water curtain suddenly disappeared, and Snape fell into madness. He was shaking all over, as if something had suddenly collapsed overnight.

"Harry, you bastard!" The brain-occlumency technique was working frantically, and the surging emotions washed away his calmness and composure, and he immediately disappeared on the spot.

Dudley sighed. It couldn't be that simple. Would the master take this opportunity to come back? He still felt reluctant. This naive idiot, were those people worth saving?

When they came to this mysterious room, the old dragon had no intention of fighting with them, but asked them to sit down and watch a game of humanity.

Dumbledore agreed.

The old dragon was very considerate and told everyone present in detail the difficult problem it had left for Harry. It loved to watch fun and was a real fun-loving person, but now, its violently turbulent mood shattered the screen.

Dumbledore disappeared from the spot, and several people present also walked out of the door.

The old dragon was still immersed in some sadness. His cold heart, which had been sealed for many years, did not feel anything, but there was always a voice in his mind, saving him, saving him!

He was puzzled when Dumbledore suddenly appeared beside him and knocked over the colorful liquid with lightning speed.

There were many more people in the Colosseum below. Ron rubbed his forehead tiredly. He felt his temples throbbing. Where was he? Was it another world?

When he saw the familiar faces around him, he felt really at ease. There was a group of people gathered in front, and several professors were also gathered there. They looked anxious, and Professor McGonagall even had red eyes.

The space gradually collapsed, and Hogwarts slowly floated down from the sky and returned to its original position. Dumbledore waved his hand and filled all the broken cracks. The lake water poured back and restored it to its original appearance as if time was reversed. The glass wall of Slytherin was erected again.

The shadow returned behind Dumbledore, and at the same time Fawkes flew to Harry's chest, and bean-sized tears dripped onto his heart bit by bit.

The green dagger twisted wildly, making the wound on the heart even bigger. Fawkes cried out and flew back to Dumbledore's shoulder.

While everyone was thinking about how to save Harry, a small part of Harry's consciousness dissipated and was kidnapped by an old dragon lurking in the space cracks. They came to a familiar space.

"Is this what you really look like?"

Harry looked at the black-haired man who suddenly appeared in front of him. His long hair fell to his ankles, and the shiny silk-like hair fell straight to the ground.

Ok.

Lao Long nodded.

"You trust me so much, aren't you afraid of regretting it?"

He shook his head unexpectedly.

"Then why did you stab directly into the heart?"

"Because I'm brave."

The old dragon thought about it seriously. He didn't understand Harry's perfunctory answer and believed it to be true.

"Is my current state considered death?"

Lao Long shook his head, "You should still be able to go back."

He squinted at the dagger on Harry's chest and said bluntly, "If you really stabbed yourself in the chest with an ordinary dagger, you would definitely die instantly. But with this weapon that suits you very well, that may not be the case."

The result was just as the old dragon said, the dagger in Harry's chest gradually dissipated, turned into a green light and penetrated into his body. Madam Pomfrey brought a lot of healing potions, and Fawkes stood on his body again.

Tears dripped down, the wounds slowly healed, his face turned from pale to rosy, and when it was completely healed, the weak chest proved the fact that Harry was still alive.

Hogwarts reappeared. The spiritual pillar of the British wizarding world stood firm. Elliot tiredly dragged out Umbridge who had fallen to the ground. The people who had just escaped death lay on the lawn in great silence.

Whether hugging each other, crying with joy, or being on guard against each other, all kinds of life are presented here one by one.

Zhou Fu jumped down, felt relieved when he felt the familiar magical fluctuations around him, and then he went into the cold castle alone and returned to the empty Ravenclaw dormitory. Here, the statue of Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw stood in the most conspicuous place in the lounge.

"Why don't you come back to sleep? Aren't you tired today?"

Zhou Fu consciously let go of an important matter, and finally lay down on the small bed, drew the curtains around him, and then fell into a sweet dream without any psychological burden.

Dumbledore was looking for some students to find out what happened. Parents from the surrounding area rushed in, found their children, and burst into tears.

"Hey, let's go. Let's go to a place where no one can find us. Hogwarts is too dangerous."

There were many such voices. Some students nodded with lingering fear, as if they had been pardoned. Others, or perhaps the majority of people, looked at Harry.

Ron and Hermione gathered in the innermost circle. Hermione gently touched the wet spot on Harry's chest, her eyes red.

Lupin knelt around, the traces of werewolf on his body completely disappeared, leaving behind eternal frustration and guilt.