Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry's body was full of magical power, and the dandelions that were rooted in the ground and spread across the sky did not cause him any discomfort.

The depths of that calm ocean held deep eddies that were an alluring pink before fading into purple and blending with black.

And those that entered Harry's body disappeared completely without a trace, just like river water mixing into the ocean.

Everyone present made their choice. Dumbledore was already unconscious at this point, with double images appearing before his eyes: his father's hunched figure, his pale hair, his mother's tearful face, and Ariana skipping downstairs with a lollipop in her hand.

"Brother, why are you standing here?"

"Albus, what are you daydreaming about again?"

In the warm environment, you can see dots of green outside the window, the azure blue sky, and the bright and clear sunshine shining on everyone's face.

A fiery red phoenix circled down and stood on his shoulder.

A few scattered sparks dripped onto his arms, and he felt his hands sink, and several pairs of thick wool socks appeared.

"I, I'm back."

He walked forward in a daze.

The intense pain forced Dumbledore back to reality.

Harry was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a small dagger in his hand. A few drops of blood slid down the blade of the dagger, dripping onto his purple robe and disappearing.

"Oh, Harry, thank you."

Harry remained silent, and the wound healed as before, closing the gap.

He wiped the blood off with his thumb and looked at Dumbledore's left arm. There were fewer red lines there, but the remaining two lines were still stubbornly there, and were getting thicker and thicker.

"What should I do with these two?"

Rozier looked pale, a red line pierced into her temple. She sat on the ground weakly. Hearing this, she smiled bitterly and shook her head.

“I don’t know the rest.”

The red thread went into Grind's right arm. He was able to stand up and look at the mysterious statue. The statue was now tightly wrapped by everyone's red thread, layer upon layer, like a huge cocoon, as if something was about to break out of it.

"Harry! You go chop that thing off."

Grindelwald pointed in that direction, and Harry rushed out immediately, telling the old dragon to stay here.

The red house that had just been chopped down by the wizard suddenly returned to its original state. The walls were bright blood red, and a lot of liquid was oozing out, which was weird and creepy.

Corwin, who was quickly brought back by Harry, looked at the changes happening in the distance with a fanatical look on his face. This was exactly as his boss said, the divine would eventually come.

When Harry rushed over, the giant cocoon expanded bigger and bigger, and the sound of a heart beating could be heard from inside. The red lines began to attack Harry frantically.

As a result, the people on the other end of the red line quickly weakened. Harry didn't dare to act rashly, as he didn't know when these things would parasitize on people's bodies.

Their vitality and magic were quickly devoured by those pink dandelions, and from the moment they set foot on this land, there was no room for recovery.

"Shattered to pieces!"

He tried a small attack on the giant cocoon, and Karlov's screams were heard.

"Don't move! Think of another way."

There were so many thin lines above, holding everyone hostage, which made it impossible for Harry to kill them, and all his magic power was useless.

"Albus, do you have any other ideas?"

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore expectantly, his heterochromatic eyes glowing slightly. He hoped to see from him a future in which they might survive.

The result was a dead silence, and the island became a deserted place, with no signs of life even in the next few hundred years.

Dumbledore said nothing. He looked towards the distant sky filled with brilliant aurora. The colorful lights were changing as time went by.

"hold on--"

"What are we waiting for?" Grindelwald was very puzzled. Out of trust in him, the wizards snuggled together, but they also rarely felt a sense of shared hatred for the enemy.

Does it say no clothes? With the same robe.

The temperature dropped rapidly, snowflakes, and hurricanes attacked the people present at all times.

Harry could only cast a warming spell on each of them, because they might have died of hypothermia before the matter was resolved.

Snape slowly woke up from the hospital bed. The familiar ceiling and the soft, slightly fragrant bedding gave him the ultimate enjoyment.

Madam Pomfrey suddenly appeared with several bottles of potions in her hand. She handed them to Snape's mouth and said, "Drink it first."

Snape drank the medicine obediently and could clearly feel that the scar on his chest was still aching.

McGonagall's voice came closer and closer, "Severus, what's the situation over there?"

She was worried that Lockhart was lazy and refused to say anything. He pushed away the teaching assistant and said he would teach them Potions. But the class turned out to be a mess and she had to clean up the mess in the end.

Ron and Hermione hid behind the curtains. They had just finished class and had not had time to eat dinner when they heard the news that Professor Snape had arrived at the school infirmary, but there was no message from Harry.

They came over quietly, hoping to hear something.

"The situation over there is not very good. Dumbledore and the others may need your support."

Fawkes let out a long cry, flew in through the window, landed on Mag, and pecked her head madly, very anxiously. The basilisk wrapped around its feet was shaking its snake tail lazily.

McGonagall looked at Snape deeply and said, "I will go summon the Order of the Phoenix first. You stay here and have a good rest. Take care of the students in the castle."

This decisive Professor Meow Meow returned to his office, took out a letter, copied it more than a dozen times, and then summoned many owls.

McGonagall took out the door key that Lockhart had given her from the drawer and recalled the scene at that time.

"Trust me, you'll need it."

She paced around the office anxiously. Several professors had to stay to ensure the safety of the students. If something happened again, the entire Hogwarts would have to close.

She couldn't go now, and neither could Flitwick. Lockhart was too unreliable, and Snape was seriously injured. If there was nothing inside the castle, then there was nothing outside in Hogsmeade -

Mag crawled into the office fireplace.

Tick, tick, tick.

The red line gradually faded and then dissipated. Everyone was extremely weak and most of them lay on the ground. They had never felt so weak since they were born.

The few young Aurors who were shouting and hacking at Voldemort just now were now silent. They stood back to back, looking at their comrades who had survived the disaster and smiled with relief.

Dumbledore was not in a good condition. Grindelwald and several veteran Aurors protected him tightly in the center. Crouch wanted to go in to see his condition, but was stopped outside by Moody.

After losing its magic power, Moody's prosthetic eye became dead and dull, which added to the weird atmosphere around him. Crouch felt a little scared when he was stared at, and he pointed at the red dot left on his arm.

"I just took the initiative to receive it on my body."

Moody remembered the scene just now and his expression softened slightly, but he still didn't let him in. He picked up the wine flask tied to his waist, took a big gulp, and patrolled around vigilantly.

There might be traitors among the wizards. If those cunning Muggles show up, what should these powerless wizards do?

Harry held his wand and looked warily at the shaking cocoon, which was almost five times his height.

The aurora in the sky became more brilliant, almost turning Iceland into polar day. This rare phenomenon did not attract much attention.

Those giant dandelions gently shook their trunks, and the fluff on them showed signs of falling off. At their crazy reproduction rate, the wizard would have no power to fight back where he existed.

This made Corwin realize something, and he quietly hid a few dandelion seeds in his trouser pocket. As a Muggle, he naturally had to consider his unarmed compatriots.

The cocoons began to shake violently, and the layers of fine threads wrapped around them were torn apart. They fell lightly to the ground, as if they had lost all their lives, and turned into the most common wool yarn people have ever seen.

However, no one dares to underestimate this thing.

The old dragon walked around the mezzanine again and again, looking at this thing, feeling genuinely happy, like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, or finally getting rain after a long drought. The unique sense of freshness made it somewhat disgusted with the hostility of everyone.

Something stretched out from inside, it seemed to be an indescribable thing, and Harry's stomach churned in an instant, and he knelt on the ground. In his life up to now, the appearance of this thing completely violated all his normal concepts.

This is a long worm.

Harry suppressed his genuine disgust and looked at the thing.

This seems to be a living organism, and then countless living organisms are connected and combined together.

If time can be seen and measured, all the movements and actions of each person in his life are on a long line. This line is winding and any cut will form a complete human figure, but what if these human figures are completely connected together?

It has no facial features and no limbs. It grows from small to big and from big to old.

"Avada Kedavra!"

In front of everyone, Harry recited the spell grimly.

It's useless, just like scratching an itch. A small fragment of the worm's life disappears, but time exists, its past and future are still there.

When the old dragon saw the worm's appearance, it seemed to remember something. The scales on its body began to tremble slightly, and some even fell off. The surrounding space flashed with light, suppressing the abnormal movement of his body.

The long worm seemed to have sensed something, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, with thunder brewing in the air.

It begins to disguise, to change, and to adapt to this world.

Harry was the closest and witnessed the scene with his own eyes.

The long worm spread and folded to form a huge disc, which then began to condense, differentiate, solidify, and disappear.

Gradually it took on the shape of a normal human being.

A dark green finger appeared first, followed by solid armor, and then a dark green helmet. Inside the helmet were a pair of bright emerald green eyes with long and dense eyelashes.

From a human's perspective, her body proportions are perfect, and when she opens her mouth, her voice is that familiar one.

There were some bodies scattered around it, and it seemed to be very skilled.

These bodies gradually condensed and hid inside the white ball of light.

It came over -

Da da da--

It knelt down beside Harry, and when the cold armor touched the skin of Harry's chin,

He began to tremble uncontrollably.

The scene just now left him with a huge psychological trauma. This was not something he should have been able to see.

“%*&——”

There were sounds and vibrations, but Harry couldn't understand them, and then he fell unconscious and collapsed to the ground.

It moved forward slowly, and all the wizards began to tremble.

At the moment of birth, everyone fell silent, and some with intact self-protection mechanisms fell into a coma.

Karkaroff was one of them. Crouch calmly crossed his legs and watched "it" coming over.

Dumbledore was helped up by Grindelwald and stood up, while Moody stood beside them. There was no one in front of them, but there were many cowards behind them.

It gradually approached and came straight in front of Dumbledore. The cold armor stuck to his straight nose and could be seen through the narrow gap in the armor.

Dumbledore's blue, sharp eyes met those emerald, lively eyes.

If Harry hadn't been lying there, Dumbledore would have suspected that all of this was a prank by Harry.

It curiously poked the black color on Dumbledore's skin, and no one dared to say a word. This was an invisible oppression, this was the contempt of the top of the food chain from the bottom of the food chain.

It randomly picked a lucky audience member, and it had no interest in these defenseless ants.

A terrifying cave opened up on its abdomen, filled with sharp fangs. Bloody muscles were slowly wriggling, and several long tongues emerged from the depths. They accurately grabbed a trembling wizard next to it, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Before anyone could react, the wizard's head had been bitten off.

It seemed that it was not very satisfied with the taste and spat out its mucus-covered head again.

The wizard's eyes, which had been wide open with fear before, stared blankly at all the living people.

Even a battle-hardened Auror like Moody couldn't help but take a few steps back. They were now like helpless Muggles.

It tilted its head slightly and walked slowly into the crowd.

Crunch, crunch——

The blood from the corpse's head continued to drip down, and the bloody smell filled the air.