Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry listened to the roar downstairs and shook his head helplessly. Why is it still like this? But the joy in his expression was hard to hide. His mood suddenly became low again. He thought to himself, wait, if this is true, I will definitely not accept the original ending. Harry's heart began to ache again.

He continued to decorate his little house, casting the Traceless Extension Charm and the Muggle Repelling Charm. As for the Ministry of Magic, he had long forgotten about it.

Suddenly, a fierce stabbing pain swept through Harry's brain, and a stream of red liquid flowed from his nose. "Ah", he fell heavily to the ground, and his small body curled up on the floor.

Then, blood started to flow from his seven orifices. Harry endured the pain, which was like a burning fire, just like the pain he had suffered when he was being tortured. He couldn't help but scream, but there was silence all around him. Then, he heard a sharp scream in his ears, and then his head went blank and he lost consciousness.

Penny and her family were anxiously pacing around the door of their house because they suddenly couldn't find their home since some time ago.

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore sat on a chair, staring at a corner of the room, his deep blue eyes wondering what he was thinking. The fire in the fireplace was crackling, and there were a few cockroaches scurrying around on the table. Dumbledore picked up a few and put them in his mouth, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he waved his hands, and immediately a bat-like figure rushed in, "Dumbledore, there is a huge magical fluctuation in Harry's area." Snape looked anxious and slapped his hands on Dumbledore's desk. A few cockroaches unfortunately died under Snape's palms, and he frowned in disgust, and then his hands immediately became clean again.

Dumbledore's expression immediately became serious, and the portraits of the headmasters on the surrounding walls began to move. They all knew what this meant. He pulled the corner of Snape's clothes, and with a "puff", the two of them disappeared in the office.

In the high tower of Nurmengard, Austria, an old man sat on the ground. As if he felt something, silver substance was flowing in his deep eyes, his frowning brows relaxed, and the whole person was rejuvenated.

He murmured in a low voice, "Albus, you and I finally have a glimmer of hope. I should make some preparations."

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Two figures suddenly appeared on the house, "Dumbledore, can't we go downstairs? Look at what a good place you have chosen," Snape frowned, with a sullen face, spitting venom at the greatest white wizard in the world today with an expressionless face.

"Snape, let's go downstairs and take a look." Dumbledore smiled good-naturedly, but then he stopped laughing. Harry fell to the floor covered in blood, his face pale, as if he was about to die.

The healing spell of "Healing" was useless here, and Harry was still bleeding. "Dumbledore, is this what you promised me, that you would put him in a safe place!" Snape questioned, his eyes bloodshot.

Dumbledore didn't say anything. He gently picked up Harry, his eyes full of worry and anger. He looked at the Muggle-Repelling Charm and the Traceless Casting Charm, thinking, "Let's go back to Hogwarts and find Madam Pomfrey first."

There were two more "puff" sounds, and the staff from the Ministry of Magic arrived late. They looked at Petunia and her family who were wandering at the door, and fell into silence. Uh, what was going on?

In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey drove the two out. "Go away, don't disturb me here." Dumbledore stood outside the door. "Fawkes," he said. A red phoenix suddenly appeared. "Go." Fawkes nodded humanely, then stood on Harry and shed a few tears.

Dumbledore suppressed his anger, and there seemed to be a storm brewing in his deep blue eyes, which was chilling. The violent fluctuations of magic created air waves.

"Snape," Dumbledore looked at Snape and gestured. Snape nodded, turned around and strode away.

"Not simple", "It's indeed not simple", "George, what do you think", "Of course we should go in and take a look, Fred", "Snap" the twins hid in a corner and clapped their hands quietly. They watched the professor's receding back, and waited patiently for Madam Pomfrey to leave, then quietly slipped into the school infirmary.

"Wow, look what we found", "Little Harry", "Injured little Harry", "Oh, poor little Harry, little Harry covered in blood." The twins hugged each other tightly, looking at Harry lying on the bed, and said in unison.

Harry's consciousness entered a mysterious area, with the starry sky above and hard and thick soil on the ground, many strange plants growing on it, mysterious and deep in the distance, with the shadow of a huge monster in the distance. In the near distance, there were densely covered ancient runes, and the golden words were quietly swimming, as if they had vitality.

Not far away, Malfoy, dressed in a black suit, was quietly suspended in the air, his chin slightly raised, his entire face bathed in starlight, his arms hanging down relaxedly, his eyes closed, and his platinum hair floating gently.

Harry looked at the quiet Malfoy and was stunned for a moment. They had always been at loggerheads with each other and had wanted to beat each other up for a long time, but they had reached a tacit understanding without words. Looking at Malfoy who was as harmless as a baby, and thinking of the hand he had extended at that time, Harry didn't know what attitude to take towards him for a moment.

"Mr. Potter," a voice sounded from behind Harry. He turned around hastily, only to see a ferret quietly floating in the air. Harry recalled a memory. Malfoy was originally turned into a ferret. He couldn't help laughing.

"Sir, please be serious," the little ferret tried to pretend to be serious, but Harry really couldn't be serious, "This is a map waiting to be explored by the host, Mr. Malfoy."

The ferret ignored Harry, paused, and spoke to himself, "Every once in a while, the map will randomly absorb a person who is closest to the host and gain his vitality until he dies. The host can choose to save him or not. It is up to the host to decide."

The ferret didn't care what effect these words would have on Harry.

"Of course, the system itself is to serve the host. The wealth, soul, memory, etc. of the person absorbed will be possessed by the host. The same goes for curses and the dark side of the soul. Please consider carefully, host. More functions are waiting to be developed by the host." After speaking, the weasel changed into some light and electricity, rushed to the distance, and turned into a huge magical creature. It flew into the air, its wings covering the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

Harry was unable to accept such a huge amount of information for a moment. Based on his years of travel experience, this space seemed like a complete world. How did he enter this place? Was he really absorbing life? He wanted to verify the information given by this creature.

Harry walked slowly towards Malfoy, but halfway there he was blocked by a transparent wall. With a "bang", his glasses almost embedded into his face. "Oh, that hurts," Harry said, rubbing his face and grinning.

Then, a line of small words appeared on the glass wall: "Host permissions have not been unlocked, please complete the corresponding tasks before trying again."

Below it was written in a smaller line: Task One: Please ask the host to eliminate Dumbledore's suspicion of you.