Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Are you familiar with Angel?" Harry asked.

"It seems that you are not stupid." The situation became even more interesting. Lockhart liked evenly matched opponents and did not like an overwhelming, one-sided victory.

It was another obstacle course race. Harry patted his chest. His stamina was dropping rapidly and he couldn't run far.

This cannot go on any longer. Harry remembered an interesting phenomenon that Dumbledore had once told them. The reason why the Muggles chose this island was because there was a giant beast nearby that was very friendly to humans. Ordinary monsters would not approach where the giant beast was.

The whale was getting closer and closer, and Harry's eyes lit up. In a few breaths, he teleported to a small part of the coral reef protruding from the sea surface, and stood on one foot on it. There were some coral polyps nearby, staring at him eagerly. Although it was only half a meter long, its open mouth and fine, dense conical teeth covered the entire mouth in a circle, which was chilling.

"Are you finally willing to give up resistance? Good, good. This will save me a lot of trouble."

"Aren't you afraid of Dumbledore?" Harry asked back. It didn't make sense. Lockhart acted so serious in Hogwarts, but became unscrupulous outside the castle.

"I will have run away by the time he wakes up." Perhaps it was because he had not revealed his true feelings to anyone for a long time, Lockhart was actually willing to allow Harry to delay time. He raised his right hand, and a blue light suddenly burst out, and then a door as big as a palm appeared in the air.

"this is?"

"Thanks to you for taking me to the cave on the cliff. If it weren't for him, I might not be able to go back."

"You and Angel are time travelers too?"

Faced with Harry's question, Lockhart did not want to answer. Whether it was due to rules or personal wishes, there was no answer to this question.

"It's not good for you to know too much. Okay, stop talking nonsense. I will be gentler to avoid turning you into a fool." Seeing the whale getting closer and closer, Lockhart felt vaguely uneasy. He decided to make a quick decision. He teleported quickly to Harry's side and then broke into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Harry felt a bitter feeling in his heart. The whale seemed to sense some danger and stood motionless not far away, with its eyes on both sides staring curiously at the two humans not far away.

It doesn't matter. The sea of ​​consciousness is his home ground. Harry secretly changed the sea in his sea of ​​consciousness to purple, and added two faint islands. He barely completed the arrangement in an instant. He was not sure whether the man was there, but he was sure that he would not let anything happen to him at this moment.

Lockhart had been confident of winning, as his mission this time was simple, which was to find the protagonist of this world and find out his origins. For the past year, he had been under Dumbledore's nose, so it was difficult for him to act. He also had not found a way to go back, so he could only wait.

Unexpectedly, just when the task was about to be completed, something seemed to go wrong with the way I entered.

The scene in front of him was exactly the same as outside. Lockhart almost doubted whether he had entered Harry's consciousness.

What a trouble—

Thousands of meters, dozens of kilometers above sea level, there was a pair of eyes staring silently at him from a vertical distance. He could feel that someone was invading his sea of ​​consciousness.

Why can’t we stop pressing these little bugs?

The man had to leave here temporarily, divert a bit of his mind, return to Harry's sea of ​​consciousness, hide in the depths of the sea, waiting for a fatal blow. Harry couldn't become a fool, otherwise everything would be in vain.

No, this was the inside of Harry's memory. Rohart was sure of it when he saw Harry's figure suddenly appear and float in the air like him.

Looking further into the distance, you can see the golden sand beach, quiet and peaceful.

"There's such a large area in your mind..." Lockhart felt an extremely dangerous force suddenly descending upon him. He was dumbfounded and took several steps back in the air.

Unfortunately, this is Harry's home ground. Here he is a god who can control the waves at will. He pushed Lockhart into the sea, watched him struggle desperately, and only threw him onto the beach when he was about to die.

He conjured up a rope as thick as an arm out of thin air and tied him up tightly from head to toe.

"You're not actually scared at all, are you?"

Harry felt that his whole body was filled with surging power. This feeling was very fresh and novel to him, and his ambitions reached an unprecedented height.

"I was afraid at first, but now that your soul has come in, I'm not afraid anymore," Harry replied.

After hunting geese all day, he was finally pecked by a goose. This one misstep led to eternal regret. Lockhart despised himself for his impatience. He should have become a close friend of the man before slowly trying to get his words out of him.

"Ron, is he from the same place as you?"

This was a very interesting question. It seemed as if Lockhart had caught something and was about to use his eloquence to disturb Harry's mind and draw an insurmountable gap and an unbreakable prejudice between him and Ron.

But Harry didn't play by the rules. He simply shut him up and said calmly, "Just stay here for a while. I won't hurt you. Wait until I finish my work on the shore."

Harry was still thinking about the unconscious Dumbledore, and Ron and the Muggles who were trapped on the island and whose lives or deaths were unknown. This guy might not have something good to say, so he should not say it.

The man was hiding in the sea, watching Harry's quick and decisive movements with interest, a look of satisfaction on his face. It seemed that he had underestimated him. Well, since he was here anyway, he might as well say hello to this guest from another time and space.

Harry left the sea of ​​consciousness, shook his head, and struggled out of the huge dizziness, and then saw the coral polyps ready to swallow him in one bite.

Falling apart

The coral polyp spat out a puff of purple blood, and its body fell into the sea and disappeared, while the others retreated one after another.

"You bastard—"

The big whale swam up to Harry at some point, made a joyful cry, and motioned for him to stand on its forehead.

Harry jumped on it and slipped a little at first, almost sliding off.

The small hole on the whale's back is like a fountain, with crystal clear water constantly pouring out, reflecting colorful diamonds under the sunlight.

"I want to go to the island ahead. Can you help me?"

Harry touched the whale's big head, the feeling was really strange.

The whale seemed to understand and started moving immediately. The monsters blocking the way fled in all directions. In the purple sea, riding on the whale and riding the waves is truly a unique experience in life.

However, when Dudley saw Lofit killing people, he fled in panic, but lost his way for a while and bumped into Lofit, who had regained his senses and ran out to relax.

Logically speaking, the two should have been on edge, but whether it was because they had a teacher-student experience at Hogwarts, or because of the bond that might have developed between them in the world that Loffitt had forgotten, it made them very embarrassed.

They each retreated more than a hundred meters and left.

"Harry, how is he?" Loffitt suddenly asked. Dudley seemed not to hear it. He could only see Dudley's back getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.

The whole ocean was suddenly filled with strong winds, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if the end of the world had come. In an instant, it was pitch dark. Harry, who was standing on the whale, suddenly could not see the island in the distance.

The blue whale also jumped into the water like crazy. Harry was swept away by the sea water. He wanted to continue to Apparate, but found that he was powerless. He could not mobilize the magic power in his body. He could only be thrown on the ocean like an unarmed Muggle and gradually sank into the sea.

The whale suddenly swam over and swallowed Harry along with the sea water into its stomach as if it was eating.

Harry had a strange dream. In the dream, there was a little guy chattering to him, but he couldn't understand anything and could only stare at the guy's mouth opening and closing.

The man didn't realize that he was now in Harry's mind. The sea here turned clear again. He had a very pleasant chat with the traveler from another time and space, from whom he learned many things he didn't know. That world slowly revealed a corner to him.

The man was very excited. Lockhart stared straight into the sky with his eyes, his mouth open, saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he could no longer close it.

"It's really boring." The man curled his lips in boredom, "Huh?" He found something interesting.

Harry seemed to be vaguely connected to something, and their two seas of consciousness seemed to be connected.

Who is behind the door opposite?

Oh no, it's been too long. The man suddenly realized that Harry's condition seemed not good. He was being swallowed by a big thing and fell into a coma.

So he hurriedly sent out several generals who were lurking nearby.

The dragon leaped up from the bottom of the sea and crashed straight into the whale's belly.

The whale let out a cry of pain, and Harry was sprayed out of the mouth behind him along with the fountain.

The dragon wrapped him around and threw him onto an island, then hid in the sea again as if it had never been there.

"Why is Harry still not awake? Could it be that the bad guy Lockhart used amnesiac on him?"

"How is that possible? He is a professor after all."

"How is that impossible? Then why did he suddenly disappear?"

"It is also possible that he was captured by that group of wizards."

There was a brief silence.

Then a familiar female voice sounded, "Alright, alright, get out of here, are you guys annoying? We have been discussing this for so long and still don't have an answer. What on earth happened to him? Give me a definite answer."

"I, we don't really know either."

"I don't know what you are doing here. You are disturbing the patients' rest. Get out, everyone."

No sound.

Harry's consciousness only popped out for a moment, and then sank heavily into the abyss. When he woke up again, the gentle moonlight caressed his cheek.

He was lying on a bamboo mat and looking over with his head tilted. He saw a round wooden window with wooden planks of varying lengths dividing it into compartments of varying sizes, covered with white sandpaper. Next to it was a mahogany table with auspicious cloud patterns carved on it.

He immediately understood where he was. This was the mysterious country of Sleeping Dragon, full of ancient style and charm.

crunch--

There was a soft sound, the sound of the iron shaft turning, and footsteps were heard, getting closer and closer.

The jasmine-like scent floated to Harry's nose. He sniffed unconsciously, and then a female voice with a slight smile said, "Okay, you're awake. How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

Harry couldn't believe his ears and closed his eyes tightly, but his eyeballs rolled wildly and his long eyelashes began to shake.

"Okay, I know you're awake. You slept for a really long time and scared your friends."

It was not easy to pretend any longer, so Harry had to pretend that he had just woken up and looked at the girl in Hanfu. Her long black hair was draped around her waist, revealing her delicate collarbone. Her bangs were lifted up. She had the gentleness of an oriental person, but between her brows there was shrewdness and stubbornness - it was Zhou Fu.

"It's not easy to open the eyes of our famous savior."

Harry didn't know what to say and could only chuckle.

"By the way, how are they doing?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, there's nothing serious. Dumbledore just sprained his back due to his old age."

This is such an unexpected answer.

"I—where is this?"

"Qingcheng Mountain."

This is a very ancient name, which runs through local myths and legends. Here there are magical immortal skills that can allow people to fly over eaves and walls and achieve immortality.

Harry had heard this during his travels in his previous life. "By the way, what date is it now?"

"May 7th."

The two asked and answered questions, and Harry quickly figured out the current situation.

Lockhart disappeared for unknown reasons, and Grindelwald rushed over with help, and saw the bloody island, Harry lying on the beach, the only adult wizard guarding outside the cave, many Muggles sleeping inside, Dumbledore who seemed injured, and two exhausted students.

This scared Grindelwald, and in Zhou Fu's description, his flustered appearance gradually formed a picture, which made Harry's heavy mood a little brighter.

"Okay, go to sleep, and we'll talk when you wake up the next day."

"So why are you coming here tonight——"

"Oh", Zhou Fu seemed to have just remembered something, and took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from a cloth bag he had sewn beside him. There were several magical talismans written on it with red cinnabar.

"I wanted to put this next to your bed so you could wake up earlier, but I didn't expect it to work."

"It's okay, just give it to me."

Harry folded the talisman paper solemnly and put it on his chest. "I will keep it well."

A strange silence fell between the two of them. Zhou Fu hurried away and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed as if a ball of memories was thrown into his mind, which could not be unravelled now, and was entangled with mysterious patterns.

Oh, by the way, let's go check on Lockhart first. How is he doing in his own mind? After so many days, I don't know if he has figured it out.

On the golden beach, white waves are lapping at a man's feet. He has an innocent look and clear eyes as he counts the white shells that are washed up.