Harry Potter and the Rebirth

One Harry left, but the other Harry refused to leave. Standing from an outsider's perspective, he saw things more clearly and more viciously.

Harry first went to the wizard who looked like Dumbledore and observed his face carefully. He found that his features had changed a little, so Harry was not sure for a moment whether this was Dumbledore. The oldest wizard was only over 200 years old. Even Nicolas Flamel, who possessed the Philosopher's Stone and could create the potion of immortality, only lived for six or seven hundred years.

What's more, a wizard has lived for more than a thousand or two thousand years without the Philosopher's Stone, and most of his life may have been spent in such a harsh environment.

Could it be a descendant of Dumbledore?

No, after a quick glance, Harry quickly looked down. He wanted to find out where the little white dragon fell. The soul that entered another world seemed to have become another self, with unique memories and a way of weighing the pros and cons. He couldn't watch the little white dragon fall into such a fate by taking advantage of a pure and innocent person.

The air around them began to become thick, like black fog, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Because the little white dragon's body was too huge and Harry himself was in a special state, there was a big difference in the speed of descent between the two.

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At this moment, a unique idea suddenly popped up in his mind. Dumbledore had no descendants, but his younger brother would get married and start a family. If it was a return to his ancestors, this would also be a good explanation.

Harry felt somewhat confused again, and the quiet environment was more conducive to his in-depth thinking.

If he guessed correctly, the purpose of his coming to this world was to merge the memories of another soul, albeit in such a unique way. That is to say, he should not be too far away from the other Harry. Then why hasn't anything abnormal appeared until now?

In the darkness, Harry saw a white dragon's tail flash by and he caught it with his quick eyes and hands.

The little white dragon felt a cold piece of ice on its tail, and it quickly transformed into a human form in the process. He was still a child of seven or eight years old, and was about to hit the ground heavily. Although Harry was anxious, he could only stare blankly. Although his hand just touched its tail, it immediately passed through.

It happened so quickly that the little white dragon was about to fall to his death. The rock under him quickly turned into a large brown bed, and smashed down on it hard, penetrating about seven or eight meters downwards. The rock continued to soften until the speed slowed down.

A man walked out of the darkness, wearing green armor that emitted a faint silver light.

It's that Harry, that Harry is back again.

He looked down at the young child who was almost suffocated to death by the quilt, sighed helplessly, and held him in his arms, with silver light shining brightly on his body.

Harry looked up into the air and felt as if something was watching him.

Maybe he should find a place to hide now, continue to find out the situation, and then contact Hermann and ask her to assemble and mobilize.

There are still too many unknown secrets in this place that need to be explored, including the person who looks like Dumbledore.

Harry smiled slightly while floating in the air. As expected, no matter how many things one has experienced, the kindness hidden deep in human nature will never be erased.

Something big seems to be happening in the castle recently. Everyone has a feeling that a storm is about to come. After meeting Lord Hermann, the four returned to Hogwarts. Their status in the school seems to have risen a little.

No one knew what had happened to Bai You's health recently. He had been very weak and sick all day long. Sometimes, even getting out of bed became a very difficult thing for him.

The principal also came to visit, and Bai You's condition attracted more people's attention, but he also had a nickname of a sickly person, which was widely spread by Zhou Fu and Ha Li.

Dali was still a muggle who didn't know how to be wise. He was in an awkward position. No wizard dared to bully him. They all looked at him in a strange way, as if they were a little surprised. How could a lowly muggle become the knight of Lord Witch Potter? Did he have any secrets?

But Dali is very smart. After coming to this place, his mind has become smarter and he has lost a lot of fat. He will soon be as strong as a normal person. If it were in the past, he would have been very happy, but now there is a bigger gap.

Since the reference points of happiness and joy are different, the happiness and joy that one has will vary from person to person.

Fortunately, things finally took a turn for the better. When Lord Hermann met the four of them, he left Dali alone and gave him an option.

As a Muggle who is almost fourteen or fifteen years old, it is difficult for him to become a wizard, but if he eats those beads, he can immediately gain powerful magic power and make everyone look bad.

Dali wanted to agree immediately. He did not ask about the sequelae and turned a deaf ear to Herman's friendly warning that no one had ever successfully become a wizard.

Perhaps it was time to make a decision. He turned his head and glanced at the people around him who were looking at him strangely. This place made him suffocate. The air was filled with invisible chains, and the one around his neck was the thickest and heaviest.

Even his eyes had a designated range. Once he made eye contact with those people, he would immediately receive some sarcastic remarks, contemptuous smiles, and groundless speculations.

No matter how dull and stupid Dali is, he is not a fool. He can automatically digest the malice of people around him and become friendly.

He strode out of Hogwarts without saying goodbye to anyone, and came to a stronghold not far from Hogwarts, where a guard was waiting for Daly, waiting for him to make a decision.

Dali entered the hut. It was very simple. There was an old wooden table with a transparent glass bottle on it. The bottle was filled with beads of various colors. He found the beads a little creepy. A voice rising from deep within his heart kept screaming, telling him to escape quickly or it would be too late.

His past experiences had fixed him firmly here, and he looked at the bottle with a fearless attitude.

The other person in the room was very cold. He didn't say a word to Dali from beginning to end. He first unscrewed the bottle, then took out a ball that could record everything that happened on the scene, and finally carefully moved a wooden box from under the table. He applied layer after layer of protective barriers on his body and opened the small box with a wooden stick.

Inside the box was a piece of shrapnel with a light yellow color and brown liquid that had not yet solidified.

Dali also wanted to go out, but it was too late.

The guard quickly left the hut, locked the door, and finally spoke his first words of the day.

"Hold the shrapnel in your arms, and then eat the beads in the bottle. Whether you live or die depends on your luck. I will guard here for three days. After three days, either you come out safely, or I collect your body."

Dali felt a little regretful. He knocked on the door desperately, hoping to escape from here, but the seemingly shabby cabin was extremely sturdy at this moment.

He struggled for a long time and finally collapsed to the ground. His stomach was rumbling and the sun was shifting from noon to sunset.

The scenery outside was somewhat desolate, and no one could be seen for a long time. Dali knew that this was the time for the wizards to relax. He thought of his incredulous mother, his dejected father, and his cousin who looked down on him.

The hateful faces of those people suddenly appeared in his mind again. Dali took a deep breath, hardened his heart, and grabbed the shrapnel. The cold mechanical texture made him shiver uncontrollably. Finally, he began to eat the glass beads in the bottle like eating candy beans.

One, two, three.

He didn't feel anything at first, but then his emotions began to fluctuate greatly. The beads were filled with jealousy, hatred, and anger. Dali's eyes were bloodshot, and then he desperately attacked everything in the house.

But when he was conscious, he would still pick up the beads from the bottle and eat them.

His body began to feel severe pain, as if someone was cutting him into pieces with a knife. He desperately scratched his body with his nails, leaving bloody marks that kept healing, scratching, bleeding, and healing again.

Time was infinitely stretched, and Dali only felt a long dizziness and boundless pain. It was no different from falling into Satan's hands. His body was like a melted candle that could be transformed into any shape.

As time passed, Dali gradually stopped screaming and became silent and quiet.

The soldier outside the door was still standing guard motionlessly, indifferent to the suffering the Muggles were experiencing.

The third day, early in the morning.

The door of the hut finally opened, and it seemed as if it had finally completed its mission, and it collapsed with a creaking sound under the heavy weight.

The Dali inside was like a ghost, with a human shape but no clear face. All the objects in the house turned into powder, and not a single photo ball survived.

The guard took it curiously, not taking the man who was like a pile of mud seriously at all.

But suddenly, a pair of red eyeballs, a few strands of hair, and a pair of braces appeared in the mud.

He stared fiercely at the hand guard, the liquid flowing.

"Ah!" With a scream, the guard disappeared without a trace, the shadow ball was crushed into powder, and the mud-like person quickly grew larger and began to flee frantically into the distance.

His remaining sanity told him to escape quickly, because behind him was a huge monster with many terrifying auras.

But he is very hungry now, and needs to prey on a large number of people. Muggles will do, and he can eat a wizard to replenish more physical strength.

Hermann did not expect that he had created a huge monster with his own hands.

No one in the castle paid any attention to Dali's disappearance. Occasionally, a few curious people asked why the Four Knights suddenly became Three Knights and where the Muggle went.

However, no one knows the answer. The law of the jungle is vividly demonstrated at this moment. They are strong and never show any mercy to the weak.

A thousand years later, Hogwarts has become so extreme that even the most peaceful Hufflepuffs hide their powerlessness by saying they don't care. They are all proud to be assigned to Slytherin, and Gryffindor only manages to keep its position because Lord Potter graduated from this college.

There were fewer people in the school. Most of the professors had left the school. A strong senior in the sixth and seventh grades received a secret mission one day and then disappeared without a trace overnight.

Those who were well-informed learned the news through their own channels and had expressions of sudden enlightenment on their faces the whole day, but they refused to tell anyone.

Bai You's condition gradually improved, but he still couldn't go to fight. Harry and Zhou Fu had already left, and the school seemed empty at this moment.

The lower-class Muggles living on the mountain have been having a miserable time recently. The wizards above have started killing indiscriminately. One by one, the Muggles jumped in and turned into colorful beads.

But after a few days, this behavior was quickly stopped, not because of the wizards' kindness, but because they were unwilling to exhaust the resources. They hoped that this group of captive Muggles would continue to develop, just like resources for cultivation and survival, either to provide them with little wizards who could awaken their magic power, or to become training materials to enhance their strength.

Everything became extremely strange.

The wizard who was born from Muggles eventually extended his claws deep into the place where he came from.

Only their parents and siblings can benefit.

These wizards are eager to draw a clear line between themselves and their past, so their methods become increasingly vicious, and even pure-blood wizards feel a little sorry for them, and they often act as the last saviors.

However, after thousands of years of oppression, they would eventually lead to resistance, despite their efforts, they might not be able to withstand a blow in the face of the huge power of the wizarding community. However, recently, they heard that a large number of elite wizards were coming out in droves, and perhaps this would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the resistance.

In a hidden cave, a group of Muggles gathered together, with a middle-aged man standing in the center. His face looked mysterious under the firelight.

"Sir, please don't hesitate any longer."

"Yes, sir. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, sir."

As the group of people were noisy, the man in the middle frowned even deeper.

"Okay, don't argue anymore."

"Wait a little longer, the right time will come soon."

"But that lord said that this was the best opportunity, and those people came out in full force to fight the dragons."

"Maybe there is a better opportunity, we can be the fishermen of that benefit."

"Maybe we can work with those dragons."

"Don't be so delusional. Those guys are so arrogant that killing us would be as easy as crushing an ant."

"That's better than sitting here and doing nothing."

"Then what do you think we should do? To seek safety, stay in a corner?"

"Okay! Stop arguing!"

The scene suddenly became quiet.