Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"I fully understand how everyone feels right now. But we need to think rationally and not let the pain and fear caused by past experiences blind us."

There was complete silence, and they looked at the man in the middle with hope.

"Give me one day and I will give you a satisfactory answer. As your leader, my most important task is to protect your safety and quality of life, followed by your next generation."

Some sentimental people began to sob quietly, as they all saw what the leader had done for them.

In some legends, those high-ranking leaders often regard the future as much more important than the present, and are even willing to sacrifice some of their own interests to fight for an uncertain future.

This cannot be said to be a mistake, but only a problem at the current stage.

In this precarious society, every Muggle could be transformed into a wizard's magic-enhancing bead at any time. Everyone could live happily until the age of 11, but their fate after that was sealed.

Some people have no future after that.

"We listen to you!" In this pitch-black cave, they deliberately lowered their voices. Their existence was unknown to others, but it flowed faintly in everyone's heart.

The man sent everyone back and then came to the deepest part of the cave, which was a secret that belonged to him alone.

No one followed behind. They all agreed with the leader's action and tacitly decided not to explore, get close or ask questions.

As powerful as it was, it also brought unwarranted pain. The man stepped in as if he was serving a sentence, and occasionally a suppressed howl came out, which was heard by people who did not have time to leave.

"Who will it be this time?"

"It's me, it's me." A thin boy in the crowd raised his bamboo-like arms.

An old lady beside him patted his shoulder and said, "Thomas, you must remember the kindness the leader has shown you. We are all dead. As long as the leader goes through this for you, you can also be free, but you don't have to worry."

The little boy's face showed a look of desire, but also an impulse.

The leader has a secret. He can transform into anyone's appearance and turn others into beads, and finally come back safe and sound. For nearly thirty years, the group of high-ranking wizards have hardly discovered it.

only--

There was a man named Jerlan who accidentally discovered their secret. They wanted to take him in, but they heard that he was close to that vicious woman Hermann. Later, they heard that he gave his child to the old witch, gained endless wealth and glory, and left the poor Muggle gathering place early.

A little boy walked out from the depths of the cave. Thomas ran over in surprise and looked at the face opposite him. Even the freckles on his face were almost exactly the same.

"Leader, leader, leader."

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. Have you seen anything happen to me in all these years? This experience is very wonderful. I even feel a little unsatisfied."

He is lying.

Almost everyone could see this. His face was pale, one of his hands was shaking constantly, and his originally tall body now looked frail.

Some people in the crowd felt very sorry and were about to say something but were pulled back by the people behind them.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing up there? What can you do?"

"I, I can do that, too."

"You forgot that last time one of our people stepped in and immediately exploded and died, and the leader didn't even have time to get close."

"So what do we do? Act like cowards and watch him die for so many of us."

"Isn't the leader coming back?"

"Then how many times do you think the leader can come back like this? What if he really can't come back one time?"

Soon the small-scale dispute turned into a large-scale quarrel.

However, the little boy's figure had already gone far away, and he could not sustain this state for long. He had to rush to the execution site quickly.

"I'm talking to you, hurry up." A long whip passed through the air and hit the little boy's body heavily, and blood immediately flowed out.

The little boy was too timid to look up. He followed at the end of the team, looking at the numb crowd in front of him. This had almost become the norm. This body had many abnormalities before he was 11 years old, which made many people around him think that he had the potential to become a wizard. But later -

The owl that didn't come over unexpectedly failed the exam.

Another whip lashed at him fiercely, and another one was about to come -

A Muggle man hurried over. He was wearing exquisite silk and had a bracelet on his thin wrist. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked delicate and fragile.

A big man with a whip and naked upper body stood obediently by the side.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" The big man lowered his head, with deep disdain hidden in his eyes. A man who relies on a woman might as well find a piece of tofu and kill himself.

"Can you give me this child?"

The big man felt a little embarrassed. The number of people every day was fixed and he had no right to decide this matter.

The small-scale commotion here attracted the attention of the supervisors on the scene. He was a wizard, but his strength was not very strong, barely considered a dud. He made a living here thanks to his family connections, and he bullied the weak, and he enjoyed the sense of superiority of the upper class.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

When the wizard saw Jie Lan and heard his sarcastic tone of "Yo~", he felt so nauseous that he wanted to vomit.

"Sir." The wizard emphasized the word, "What brings you here?"

"I want this little boy."

The wizard looked at the bamboo-like child with disdain. This kind of stuff wouldn't increase much magical power even if it was made into a finished product, so he just considered it as a favor.

He looked down on Jerran, so he spoke with disdain, but he was afraid of Hermann, and even more afraid of the power behind him, so he acted decisively.

The rope tied around the little boy's wrist was cut off, and the big man handed one end respectfully to Jie Lan.

"Please—"

Jielan held the leash and left the place in full view of everyone, just like raising a pet.

Some people saw hope, and they screamed and shouted like demons in hell.

The wizard was not polite to these guys. Once the mass attack magic was released, a large number of them fell down at once. In addition, he wanted to get off work early today, so the unconscious Muggles were thrown into the black hole one by one like dumplings.

The leader was a little anxious at the moment, he could no longer maintain his current form, and this secret could not be exposed, otherwise it would cut off the hope of them Muggles.

But the man in front of him, whose actions just now were to save himself, was involved with Hermann.

The leader hesitated behind him. He had never wished so much that he was a wizard so that he could erase the memory of the guy in front of him.

Jielan led the little boy to a small river, where a carriage was waiting for him.

Whether to leave or stay, it will be too late if you don’t decide now.

The leader himself is not a decisive and ruthless person. He only knows how to sacrifice for others, but does not know how to sacrifice others. He can only watch himself being taken into the carriage. Outside the door curtain is a soldier in armor.

The soldiers drove them a long way in a horse-drawn carriage.

The leader is unconscious.

Jerry was horrified. He went to save the little boy because he saw that he looked like Thomas.

He didn't expect that he suddenly turned into a man, and he didn't know how to explain to the soldier outside. Originally, he was already annoyed enough when he came to this world -

The lava beneath the black earth is still gushing out like a beating pulse, pregnant with vigorous vitality.

Almost half of the wizards came out in full force. They were all well-trained and elite. They had received special training before they set out, and they made no sound when they walked, sat or lay down. They wore black cloaks, and their faces were barely visible under the cloaks. The entire team was like a black giant sword, a torrent of steel, piercing the heart of the dragon clan under the cover of the earth.

The leader was wearing a blood-red dress, had a slender height, a graceful figure, and held a blood-red sword in her hand, which had kissed the lives of many people and kindly sent them to reunite with Merlin.

"Sir, we have arrived at the location designated by Lord Potter. What's next-"

"wait."

"Yes."

The ground is inlaid with red blood vessels, with blood flowing inside. These blood vessels always converge in the same direction, to the dragon's lair, where they live.

Xiaobailong's parents were still playing mahjong, and the comfortable guys had no idea that the crisis was coming.

The high priest who lives on the top of the mountain is a human, but he is highly respected by the dragons. Now he is in his own cave, which the dragons have carefully arranged for him.

The road ahead is uncertain, and the different colored eyes on both sides reveal confusion.

"It's obviously not like that—" The suicidal murmur dissipated into the wind, like a stream flowing into a river, and no living thing could hear it.

If you dig downwards from the top of the mountain, you will see all kinds of fanatics, obsessed with wealth, obsessed with sports, obsessed with their own power, obsessed with conspiracies and schemes. The magnificent treasures will clearly illuminate their various foolish states. Going further down, you will suddenly rise into the air, and the warm light will turn into a golden halo surrounding you, and otherwise it will be pitch black.

The further down you go, the weaker the breath of life becomes, and the more intense the screams become. The dragons that call themselves guards will begin to move around, taking pleasure in killing their own kind or humans, but they will not disturb the upper nobles, so no one cares about them.

You might still see those sharp blue eyes flashing by, and the bloody smell becomes stronger and stronger until you fall to the deepest point, where thick darkness surrounds you.

Every step they take is under heavy pressure, and they are eager to assimilate all life.

Black? No, this is red taken to extremes.

And the two Harrys were here at this moment, and they could unexpectedly feel each other here. The little white dragon was lying quietly beside them, and his mind had been eroded.

"Is it you? I can feel it."

The black fog in front of him thinned a little, and a blood-red figure who was a head taller than him appeared, and two pairs of brown round eyes could be vaguely seen.

It should be the eyes.

"How did you get here? Is everyone there okay?"

There is no sound. This kind of communication across dimensions and time and space can only rely on the mysterious sixth sense and the ability to break through time and span space - thinking.

"I have things to do now. Will you follow me?"

The blood-red figure solidified.

"I'll come here to find you when I'm done with my work. Will you wait for me?"

The figure nodded, and Harry felt inexplicably at ease. The green armor he was wearing was a little restless, as if something was constantly attracting him.

Harry, in soul state, was also surprised as he touched the armor that suddenly emerged from his skin. It turned out that this thing was destined to be his.

In fact, dealing with the dragon clan is both difficult and easy.

The difficulty lies in their huge physique, invulnerable bodies, and almost half immunity to magic, which is undoubtedly their defensive ability trained to the extreme. In addition, they have normal intelligence, extremely aggressive temperament, and some of them can breathe fire, which makes this opponent extremely difficult to deal with.

However, just because they have intelligence, but it is not high, it has become their fatal flaw.

Looking at the little white dragon sleeping beside him, Harry hesitated. After all, it was just a matter of stance. There didn't seem to be much benefit in killing all these lazy guys who refused to move out of the cave.

The harsh environment here makes it almost impossible for Muggles to survive, and it is extremely difficult for wizards to survive. However, the hatred accumulated between the two sides over thousands of years has long prevented them from making peace. The group of wizards who were imprisoned and died are the best example.

No one knows how the original war was provoked. However, when the historian took up the pen and paper, the grudges became like a ball of ink that could not be dissolved, staining the white paper black.

If we put ourselves in their shoes, if the dragons have the ability and conditions to kill all humans, will they show mercy?

Harry let out a long sigh. Well, now was not the time to be merciful. When the invisible restriction was lifted one day and the dragons came out in droves, wizards and Muggles would face destruction.

He looked down at Xiaobailong again, as if he was getting rid of the remaining cowardice in his heart.

But, for some reason? When he made this decision, he always had a bad feeling in his heart. He couldn't control the direction of this matter after it started. Where would the ending be? Harry didn't know.

He soared into the sky.

Harry in soul state slowly approached the little white dragon. The guy had been immersed in his own thoughts and did not notice that the little guy had woken up a long time ago.

After a long while, the little white dragon slowly got up from the ground.

The bean-sized tears fell heavily on the ground, mixed with the thick fog in the air, and turned into huge blood beads.