Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Master, we are here to help you."

According to Zi Luan, they were adopted by the future Harry in a deep mountain.

Then one day, Harry suddenly used a magical treasure to send them to the past, and told them that they must show their strength to their past owners, so that they could be adopted.

Harry would never admit that this person might be himself. He definitely did not have such a bad taste. "What about so many magical creatures?" Harry asked, "Did you summon them all?" Harry asked with an attitude of giving it a try.

"Yes~" It was the little green snake that answered, and he spoke as if asking for credit.

"Our abilities have been greatly reduced after traveling through time, so we can only summon creatures with relatively low levels of danger. After we recover, it will not be difficult to summon the legendary Phoenix Dragon and Qilin." Although the purple snake's tone was flat, he could not hide his pride and pride.

"Really?" Harry was ecstatic.

“Well, even when we were at our strongest in our previous lives, we could only summon a red phoenix.” Zi Luan lowered his head, looking a little lost.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay. It's already amazing that you can summon a phoenix." Harry hurriedly comforted.

"Uh, brother, are you sure this was summoned by us? Not by that old guy Dumbledore? He always likes to peck us, just like eating spicy strips." Qinggang interrupted him.

Uh, (?_?|||)

The two snakes fought each other again, twisting into green and purple twists.

Harry stared at what was in front of him, but his thoughts gradually drifted away. He didn't know how to explain this to Dumbledore or whether he should regard himself as a victim.

"Wow~ You are really too powerful now~" Bai You in his mind said sarcastically, "But don't forget the tasks issued by the system. These two pets are just your assistants. Only the system can make you stronger."

Harry woke up as if from a dream. In the warm room, a cold wind blew, freezing Harry's hands. It seemed as if the skin on his hands and the bones inside were two pieces of skin, one cold and one hot, which could be pulled apart at any time. Then the feeling expanded, and Harry curled up in pain. The pain that had just passed through appeared in Harry's body again.

The pain this time was a little different. His heart kept falling, falling into a cold ice cellar. His body was aching and itchy all over. Harry scratched everywhere, but he could never reach the itchy spots. This made him feel particularly confused and helpless. The blood oozing from the surrounding wounds was imprinted on the bed sheets.

His eyes twitched in pain, and were suddenly filled with scarlet blood, with blood flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"I know you've been hiding some secrets from me lately." Bai You was suspended in the air, his toes slightly drooping, his clothes fluttering as if there was wind blowing, and the runes around him seemed to be responding to something, shining faintly on the person in the middle.

Bai You has been feeling that something has happened to Harry lately that he doesn't know about. When Harry was sleeping in the Black Lake, the consciousness in his mind seemed a little strange. Bai You observed carefully, but still didn't find anything wrong, but his sixth sense told him that something was wrong.

"This is a warning to you," he said, hitting a stick and giving a sweet date, and then putting on a high-sounding cloak, "I just want you to help me build a body, and then we will work together for the future of the wizarding world."

He paused, then continued, "I can help you return to your original world." Harry's chaotic mind only left the words "you can go back". Go back? Can he still go back? Is it necessary for him to go back? His subconscious mind protected him and prevented him from thinking about what happened in the past world. Whether it was because his soul was sucked away or because of his self-isolation, no one could tell.

The sudden noise startled the two little snakes playing nearby, "Why is the master having another attack? Hurry!"

Two little snakes rushed into Harry's arms and immediately turned into tattoos. Harry suddenly felt a coolness sweeping over his body, his head felt dizzy, and a fragrance entered his nostrils. Harry felt like he was back in his mother's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Bai You in his mind seemed a little exasperated. Was this person coming to quell him? Had the future Harry already escaped from his control? His golden hair suddenly lost its luster, and his deep blue eyes were filled with dark clouds.

"What is going on? Can you give me an explanation? Stop eating candy." Snape used a wand spell to knock the orange candy out of Dumbledore's mouth. "Well done!" In the portrait hanging on the wall, a well-dressed and elegant lady jumped up to express her support for him.

"Don't be so irritable. Be calm and peaceful." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"It's my fault after all." Snape seemed to blame himself, and his calm poker face finally revealed a trace of guilt. If he hadn't sent Harry to detention out of anger, he wouldn't have been attacked.

"It seems that Harry can't leave the castle for some time, and he doesn't need to practice Quidditch. Arrange a detention for him at night." Snape had his own little thoughts.

Fortunately, Dumbledore saw through it and refused with a smile, "There's no need to cancel the training. I'll arrange the detention."

Looking at the unquestionable look on his face, Snape knew that there was no hope for this matter, but detention was enough.

Harry had no idea of ​​the tragic things that were about to happen to him.

Here, when Madam Pomfrey opened the door of the school infirmary the next morning, there was a scream, scarlet blood soaked the sheets, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of medicine gave Madam Pomfrey, who opened the door, a great shock.

There were fresh green plants hanging next to the white walls, and the two scenes formed a sharp contrast, making Harry look particularly miserable.

Madam Pomfrey rushed in.

Dumbledore rushed over when he heard the noise. The mural on the wall told him that something had happened in the school infirmary. There were brown chocolate crumbs hanging on his white beard.

This is the third time! Dumbledore was guarding the school infirmary, his blue eyes burning with anger, his sharp gaze sweeping around, his wizard robes rustling, and because of his rage, the powerful magic waves generated broke through the walls of the castle, and the whole building shook.

The professors and students who were in class were looking around. The ghosts in the castle seemed to sense something and gathered in front of the school infirmary. The fish in the black lake popped their heads out, and a giant octopus quickly rushed to the shore. The portrait at the door of the school infirmary was crowded with people.

The first one to arrive was Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore had calmed down, but the aura he exuded was chilling. The professors were silent, and only the big hole in the wall told of what had just happened.

A red stone fell down, and a big hole emerged with dark brown, fuzzy hair, "Professor Dumbledore, what happened?"

It's Hagrid.