Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Sir, what do you want to do?"

At this moment, Dumbledore was like a frail centenarian, but he still stood in front of the monster, firmly protecting the crowd behind him.

Grindelwald accompanied him. He stuffed his wand into his sleeve, with a small amount of magic slowly flowing in it. He didn't care about the life or death of these people, but Dumbledore must not be in any danger.

and also--

Despite the huge fear, the saints still loyally surrounded Grindelwald. To them, this was a supreme faith.

Grindelwald had a backup plan. He believed that Dumbledore would not sit idly by and would not attack recklessly as long as he had a physical body.

It's somewhat dissatisfied.

A figure quietly slipped to the back of the crowd, then made a big circle and ran behind the monster. Moody waved his broken legs so fast that they were almost invisible to the naked eye. While running, he had to cover his artificial eye with his hand, as he felt that his eyeball was going to fall out soon.

Crunch, crunch——

It is going to go on a killing spree today because it thinks it is very fun.

When I was a child, I liked to block the path of ants, curiously observing their every move, and even holding one or two ants in my hands and gently breaking their legs. When some people grew up, they had more advanced means, using a bucket of mercury to pour into the ant's cave, and then forming a silvery, extremely precise branch.

It grew rapidly in size, and the armor on its body transformed into densely packed caves before everyone's eyes. This situation could not last long, and people fled in fear. If they did not escape, they would become the dead souls under its feet.

At this critical moment, time seemed to stand still, the fluff thrown by the dandelions was frozen in the air, and the expressions of fear on everyone's face were infinitely magnified.

It feels the crisis, it feels itself locked in and at risk of being eliminated, it is not clear where the risk is coming from, and it wants to leave.

Hermann from the United States took over an important secret mission from Rozier. Of course, she was only responsible for guarding and serving as one of the lines of defense.

Atomic bomb.

Part of the control was originally in the hands of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. As long as they still have magic power and are still alive, there is no need to worry about this problem.

Of course, the subsequent control of the atomic bomb is also slowly being transferred to the younger generation. Dumbledore has made all the necessary preparations. He may even have anticipated his own death, so he strengthened the defenses of the nuclear bomb.

The control of the nuclear bomb was taken away by the Muggles. Hermann was furious and quickly shot out several fragments and shatters, hoping to cut the solid metal.

If all the wizards there died, the whole world would be doomed.

She looked angrily at the body lying on the floor, and the medals on the shoulder straps and chest made her calm down.

Maybe there are many cowards in the world, but there are always people who sacrifice themselves for the sake of others, but their stance is different from that of most people.

Hermann squatted down and took out an old, yellowed photo from the man's chest pocket. The photo showed a cute little girl with long hair, chubby cheeks, a lovely bow tied around her neck, and a fluffy skirt. Her mother, who looked gentle, was sitting next to her.

She closed the man's wide eyes.

This was her dereliction of duty, and she must contact more forces to try to prevent the nuclear bomb from falling on the land of Iceland.

It was very angry. How could an inconspicuous ant threaten humans?

Just like the marching ants in the Amazon rainforest, when it appears alone, no one thinks it will be much of a threat.

How could a tiny, inferior creature threaten him?

Dense red blood vessels wrapped around his emerald green eyes. He wanted to kill all the creatures on this land before leaving.

The pink dandelion seeds brushed against its nose, and he became even angrier. He lost his mind and could hardly maintain his human form. Long worms emerged from every hole.

The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and violent thunder was brewing inside.

It calmed down. At this time, a yellow kitten passed through the venue without paying attention to anyone. There was a faint circle of black hair around its eyes, and the stripes on its body were more like a leopard. It nimbly passed through the huge gap between the giant's legs and was very interested in those long creatures.

But in the end he ran to the side of Dumbley's team.

A witch in a dark green robe appeared. Professor McGonagall was trembling all over. She could feel Dumbledore's weak body and the people around him were struggling to survive.

"Let's go first."

She supported Dumbledore, and Grindelwald was rarely jealous. He looked at Moody in the distance and dragged Harry to the nearby area little by little. Rosier took a few steps forward and caught Harry.

Grindelwald leaned over to take a look and found that he was fine, just sleeping soundly, but seemed to have had a nightmare.

"Take them out first. I was the one who organized them to come here—"

Many of the survivors stared with longing eyes at the only person present who could Apparate.

Professor McGonagall saw the stubborn eyes of Dumbledore and said nothing. She looked up and saw that the giant seemed to be angry.

"Save some people first, then stand far away and press the launch button."

Dumbledore took out a magic prop from his chest. He got this little idea from a visit to the twins to learn from them.

It was a very ordinary remote control. After a few years of madly learning about Muggle culture, McGonagall roughly understood what it was.

She pursed her lips into a slit, anger evident in her eyes, but she still took the thing back.

"By the way, remember to take Harry away."

Professor McGonagall said nothing.

At such an urgent moment, this has become an extremely difficult choice. This thing must die, otherwise when it leaves this isolated island, human civilization will no longer exist.

But what about these people?

There was no time to think about it, as many members from the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic of various countries arrived one after another.

Grindelwald came nearby and borrowed some magic from that person, allowing the saints who followed him to dig down to a designated location.

A pocket watch wrapped in velvet was dug out. Familiar time fluctuations came from inside, and an overturned golden snitch rolled over from a distance.

"Each of you put your hands there."

Some people who wanted to survive were ready to make a move, but Grindelwald stopped them with a look.

"If you want to live, don't move. There are still many here."

He pointed in a few directions at random, and the land there suddenly showed signs of being freshly turned over. Cowen, who came over, had never seen such a mysterious method before. He suddenly felt infinite despair in his heart, and even developed hatred for his father.

"Maybe we don't have to say goodbye so bitterly."

Grindelwald threw the pocket watch at Harry.

Seeing this, those who knew about the Time Turner roughly understood what was about to happen, and those with ill intentions stared at Harry out of the corner of their eyes.

Dumbledore looked at the dandelion next to him, which was swaying slowly. Then he asked everyone to turn their backs and stared at everyone's eyes. Grindelwald did the same.

Harry, who had been unconscious just now, suddenly stood up.

"You should know what to do, Harry," Dumbledore winked at him, and Harry seemed to be back in the magical adventure of saving his godfather that year, and he nodded heavily.

He locked eyes with Grindelwald again—

Countless images flashed through his mind quickly: the ruined house, the corridor inside the cave, the vast hall at the end of the corridor, the statue above the hall, and the face inside the hood!

The screen stops.

Harry hung the pocket watch chain around his neck, took the spare portkey from Professor McGonagall, and then turned the hour hand three times, returning to the time when he was having lunch at Hogwarts.

Iceland was bustling at this time. Harry used the Disillusionment Charm to hide himself. Karkaroff was bragging to others, but his expression was obviously guilty and panicked. The Muggle army was debugging their weapons.

Some wizards went up to touch it out of curiosity, which frightened a few Muggles. They quickly jumped off the equipment, rushed to them and explained to them the lethality of this thing.

Some half-blood wizards also demonstrated the power and magic of the magical world to a few Muggles. Just the simplest flickering light made several Muggles scream in surprise. One Muggle even took out a camera from his neck and politely asked if he could take a picture.

Harry glanced and saw the red house at the end of the long lonely road. He thought for a moment and realized that there was still some time before the moment when he felt dangerous.

He Apparated into the house, and looking at the Muggles plotting inside, his fists itched, and he really wanted to cast the Imperius Curse on them a few times.

But the course of history cannot be changed, otherwise unimaginable things will happen.

but--

These instruments should be able to -

Harry slowly walked to a middle-aged man under the Disillusionment Charm, looked at his gray hair and ruthlessness that was totally inconsistent with his old age, and decisively burned several of the delicate parts with a raging fire.

The screen, which was in color just now, suddenly flashed. A few white dots suddenly appeared, and black and white snowflakes appeared.

The Muggles immediately became alert.

"Could it be that there are too many screens and the equipment is damaged?"

Several Muggles surrounded the part of the circuit that was sparking. The precision chip welded with gold wire had now become a big black hole.

Harry walked around the statue, seeing its eerie appearance, and stood at the very bottom of the statue, and saw the face without any features inside the hood -

He floated up gently, looking at the Muggles below who were moving around like ants on a hot pan, and carefully wrote something on the face.

Harry took the portkey from his pocket and went to Hogwarts, carefully avoiding everyone's sight and gaze.

Especially himself.

"Crisis, crisis Dumbledore—"

Harry had an idea. The person who knew him best in this world was himself.

Looking at the past self who successfully revealed a thoughtful expression, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. The closed loop of history was carefully closed bit by bit.

I guess I should call Zhou Fu soon——

And, there's Snape.

Harry watched his past self hurriedly running out of the castle, watched Ron and Hermione chase after him, watched Snape, who was eating, suddenly stop, and Zhou Fu standing next to him, not knowing what he was saying.

No wonder Snape suddenly appeared and Harry was "gritting his teeth". It turned out that this guy was the one who caused trouble.

Snape walked out of the hall angrily, Zhou Fu smiled and stared at Harry, as if he saw him.

Only Harry, who was also traveling through time, could truly discover at this moment what those magical fluctuations in Zhou Fu's body were.

It turned out that she also had a much stronger scent of time than he did, and this discovery overwhelmed Harry.

But his most important task at the moment was to go to Dumbledore's office, where many door keys were prepared.

But in the process of running to the top floor of the eighth floor, he bumped into someone because he was too anxious - the showy Professor Peacock, the idiot who was very different in his past and present life - Lockhart.

Ugh--

Lockhart stopped Harry and found something interesting on him.

"You stole the Time-Turner from Minerva?"

Lockhart knew what was good for Harry, so he took him to an empty classroom nearby.

"Professor, I really have something very, very urgent right now."

Harry easily broke free from Lockhart's control and began to rush to the eighth floor at a rapid speed. Lockhart followed closely behind him, very curious.

"How about you take me with you? Where are you going?"

Harry suddenly realized that it was not a coincidence that Lockhart appeared among the Death Eaters. He was the one who brought the professor over!

"You come back with me."

Lockhart expressed satisfaction.

The stone beast quickly made way for the door, and Harry ran up the spiral staircase in a few steps. Fawkes was sleeping soundly on the bookcase, and she seemed unaware of the coming crisis.

Lockhart teased Fawkes out of curiosity. After being awakened, Fawkes angrily started to slash Lockhart's golden hair.

Harry put all the stones in Dumbledore's drawer into his pocket and carefully separated them using a spell.

He saw the bottle of soothing potion on the table, thought of Snape who was tortured by Cruciatus, picked it up and threw it to Lockhart.

Harry calculated the time and came to Fawkes' side. He was already keenly aware of something.

"In two hours, you will go find Professor McGonagall and put this thing in her pocket—"

Harry picked out a stone from the pile, and the two Portkeys overlapped.