Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The two sides began to get anxious. The few young men who had just arrived were extremely brave and fearless of life and death, while the Death Eaters who had just arrived were hesitant and tended to slack off.

Tom and Harry jumped up at the same time, and Snape and Moody didn't even have time to catch his feet.

Then the two men disappeared from the spot, as if they had made an agreement, which made the battlefield a little awkward.

Those who had intended to escape ran away very quickly. The loyal Bella was roaring everywhere, but they didn't care at all. The fighting crowd fled in an instant. When Bella saw that there were only a few people left on her side, she had to leave in disappointment.

With the departure of Harry and Voldemort, the battle ended easily. The young Aurors who had just started their careers were very excited and thrilled. It was a great victory for them.

Snape looked very unhappy. He asked Harry to come back quickly, but Harry cut off the communication after only one sentence. Although Moody was worried, he was somewhat sure about Harry's safety.

"Why don't you seem worried? We are upright Aurors."

Moody was muttering to himself, his prosthetic eye almost popping out of its socket. He glanced coldly at Snape and limped away. He had nothing to say to this former Death Eater.

What other cards are there?

Snape looked at Moody's receding back, while Lockhart blocked his view. "Given your current physical condition, I'd better take you to Hogwarts to see Madam Pomfrey for treatment."

Snape's expression changed and he wanted to refute, but a stunning spell was cast on him without hesitation. Lockhart lazily held a pink dandelion floating in the sky in his mouth, chewing it with relish, as if he was very obsessed with the taste of this magical plant.

"Why are you so stubborn? Harry finally asked me for help, so I have to complete this task beautifully."

"Oh, right, what do you do next—"

Lockhart turned around and found that the mysterious man in black had disappeared without a trace.

"Tsk! You keep playing secrets with me all day long, as if everyone has no secrets."

Lockhart looked at the unlucky guy who was killed by Voldemort at his feet, and took him away as well. He carried Snape and the corpse at the same time, slowly took out a golden snitch from his pocket, slowly tore off a layer of paper, and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Harry came to an open area and was surprised to find a child lying next to him. The child was out of tune with the surrounding environment and there was a bit of childishness and simplicity between his eyebrows.

"How did you get here? Aren't your parents around?"

Kowin's eyes hurt and were covered with bloodshot. He was too young to hide his emotions.

Harry's eyes were stung by this blatant hatred. He took a few steps back, feeling a little confused, as if a black pot had fallen from the sky and was firmly pinned on him.

"Have I offended you?"

Cohen quietly took out a gun from his pocket. The black gun was hidden in the surrounding environment. Harry felt that he was being locked and was terrified.

Is it Voldemort?

He looked around vigilantly and left his back to Corwin.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

A red light brushed against Harry's clothes and hit Corwin's body. The hard gun body collided with the rocks on the ground. Harry recognized the object.

The one who cast this spell was Tom, who came here to hide.

Harry used the Quick Constraint to tie the child aside and threw him on a rock.

"Just stand here and don't move. I'll come and deal with you later." Then she put a protective barrier on his body and fired a blazing fire at the gun. The extremely high temperature made it melt into molten iron, and finally formed a solid iron sheet.

"You are not Voldemort, who are you?"

Harry pressed forward step by step, silently putting on layer after layer of armor to protect himself. At the same time, he secretly contacted the old dragon, but got no response. He put this thought aside and stared into the eyes of the boiled egg in front of him.

It was easy to distinguish the look and temperament, not to mention that when he looked closely at Tom's body, he actually found familiar traces of simulated flow, and the shadow underneath was very blurry.

"Tom!"

Harry was speechless and asked him in disbelief.

Tom was obviously stunned. He had not expected Harry's intuition to be so sharp. Every scene of his meeting with Harry was playing rapidly in his mind. What went wrong?

"You are him, right? There is a special connection between us." But it was canceled. Harry wanted to blackmail the person in front of him. Maybe he didn't know much about the Fidelius Charm, and maybe he thought that there would be a connection between the witness and them.

Harry actually formed a golden thread between him and Tom, with tiny beads flowing on the thread.

Tom turned and ran.

Harry did not chase him. Tom was acting recklessly here without Dumbledore's knowledge. Now that he had begun to gather the remnants of Voldemort in this world, what did he want to do? Was he trying to learn from the dark lord of this world?

"Hurry—come!"

Lao Long's voice suddenly appeared in his ears, and at the same time, he threw out a location coordinate. He also felt a very urgent mood from Aben. His sixth sense finally came true, and the stone in his heart fell heavily.

Something was not going well on Dumbledore's side. At some point, the entire venue suddenly emerged from the ground without any warning. At the same time, the statue became bigger and bigger, and the bodies of those standing in the groove disappeared, turning into thin red lines.

As if it had life, one end was here and the other was stuck in Dumbledore's left arm. Grindelwald was not hurt at all. Newt and Rolf were thrown to the ground without warning, and some wizards in the passage went up with them.

Some people knelt stiffly on the ground. In fact, most of the Muggles died silently. They were bleeding from all seven orifices, and only the cameras hidden in their bodies were faithfully recording everything happening around them.

Muggles had no power to resist. They were like cannon fodder in the battle, or even worse than cannon fodder.

In the underground bunkers of some national security departments, they watched in silence as the screen turned into black and white snowflakes. The most terrifying corner of the world slowly unfolded before them, and then stopped abruptly.

What happens next in that majestic world, which is far more cruel and real than in their movies?

They were really scared. If even such a powerful wizard was powerless to resist, what could the ridiculous modern weapons they invented do?

Will those nuclear bombs be easily controlled and thrown at the countries they are supposed to protect?

The Muggle leaders quickly made a decision. They shared all the information they had collected. The first thing they did was to comfort the fallen martyrs and explain their existence to the public.

The second thing was to intensify the crackdown on civilian cult organizations. They even did not hesitate to use artillery shells to carry out indiscriminate bombing on the identified coordinates one after another, on the premise of sacrificing as few civilians as possible.

The impact of this incident continued to accumulate and grow like a tsunami, forming a huge wave that shattered the false illusion of calm that people tried their best to maintain.

Dumbledore looked at his left arm. His black skin was pierced with red lines one after another. These red lines kept wriggling as if they had life. His body was rapidly weakened. A large blood bag formed with Dumbledore as the center. These thin red lines continued to multiply and become thicker and thicker.

"When did you get injured?"

Grindelwald's voice was a little broken, and he seemed to see the scene in the original prophecy, the emaciated body, the gray hair, the black night fog, the endless towers, and the Avada that had not yet dissipated.

"Not a big deal, right?"

The dandelions flying in the sky have stopped. They have landed steadily on the ground and started to grow wildly. The strong wind cannot harm them at all. The wizards who can still walk have gathered around and they have hidden behind Dumbledore, hoping to get some protection.

"You said it was nothing!"

Grindelwald did not hide his anger at all. He wanted to cut these things off, but when he broke one, he saw Dumbledore grinning.

"Can you feel pain too?"

Dumbledore nodded with a pitiful expression.

The old dragon in the space mezzanine nearby was really helpless. Even some dandelions floated here. He angrily killed all the invaders, and then he remembered to inform Harry.

When Harry hurried there, he saw a group of people surrounding Dumbledore and arguing, while some people had dead silence on their faces. They saw no hope of going back. Without magic, they were no different from Muggles. Only a few strong people were struggling to hold on.

Grindelwald's magic power was almost gone, and the rapid disappearance of his power did not even arouse his vigilance.

"What do we do now?"

Karkaroff was a coward. When Voldemort appeared, he was terrified and wanted to escape, so he was almost the first person in the audience to realize that he had not much strength left.

So he blended safely into the crowd, watching the other principals resisting tenaciously and those who suddenly lost their minds. You see, his choice was the wisest.

Maxime, the giant-like woman, was hit by the Splitting Sword, and her skin was torn and her body was weak. And the other Fontana, the principal of Ilvermorny School of Magic, was hit several times by the Cruciatus. Yes, it was that crazy woman Bella. Thinking of that madwoman, Karkaroff was still terrified.

"Everyone, please leave this troubled place first."

Dumbledore began to be unable to bear it. He gasped for breath and tried hard to suppress his body's instinctive reaction, but he still couldn't control it.

Grindelwald was so anxious that he was running around in circles. He knew the current situation very well. It was obvious that Dumbledore knew some news in advance and took all the consequences on himself.

He was angry and anxious at this time. Rosier came behind Grindelwald at this time.

"Master, I know this thing."

Grindelwald was very surprised. He turned around and put his hand on her shoulder without hesitation. His voice was full of obvious excitement and excitement. "Do you know this thing?"

Harry came closer, and the flow of magic around him began to become unusually clear. The tracks of the red threads were like neatly arranged snakes, and the mouth of the snakes was Dumbledore's left arm, which must have been cursed by something.

"You touched the Resurrection Stone!?"

Long-forgotten memories were unearthed. The dead sister in this world made him dazed. The traitor Aberforth added to the burden in his heart. His father, who was imprisoned in Azkaban and went crazy for punishing Muggles, was an eternal pain in Dumbledore's heart. Even in another world, he could not avoid this tragedy.

According to the story line, there must be some link that was changed by someone, which allowed him to live equally and happily in that world for so many years.

"I miss my father—"

Grindelwald heard this and patted Dumbledore on the shoulder. Rosier continued to walk up to him, squatted down and looked closely at the cursed skin and the red lines wriggling on it.

She quickly took out a large mass of hair from Dumbledore, which was a mixture of various colors: red, platinum, gray-brown, silver, black -

Rosier knew how Dumbledore had managed to confuse the judgment of this thing. He had always been smart, otherwise how could he have discovered the twelve uses of dragon's blood?

Harry also understood a little bit, "I, Professor Snape and I came here."

"Snape!"

This was not part of Dumbledore's plan, as he was currently teaching Potions to Harry and the others.

He knew Harry's physique very well, so he wasn't surprised to see him, but Snape was here too!

"And Professor Lockhart—"

The successive blows left Dumbledore at a loss as to what to say, and he was caught off guard.

"Why are you here instead of attending class?"

Dumbledore's tone was unusually stern.

"I told you not to touch the Resurrection Stone, not to touch the ring," Harry shot back.

Dumbledore aged even more severely, his hair turned snow-white, his skin began to become wrinkled, and his vitality was almost completely dissipated.

Karkaroff watched with relief on the side, and he instantly realized the true gap between the black and white devils. If Voldemort was put here, he would definitely not bear this pain for them himself.

"What should we do now? Dumbledore can hardly hold on any longer."

Rosier sighed, she sorted the messy hair into strands, and cast a spell of identification, letting the troubles float to each person's side.

"If we want to save Dumbledore, we must share the damage, otherwise Dumbledore will die of magical exhaustion soon."

Grindelwald did not hesitate to pull the hair next to him into his hand, and Rosier did the same.

Some Hogwarts students did not hesitate at all. They had just felt pain in their eyes and hearts, and now that there was this method, it was really the best thing.

However, most people stood there stiffly, looking at the hair floating in the air, hoping that the strong wind would blow it away.

This way they don't have to sacrifice themselves or face moral condemnation.

Harry wanted to catch it too, but Rosier refused without hesitation.

"Why are you joining in the fun? Save your magic power!"