Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Ron, are you okay?" At the last moment, Harry used his superb Transfiguration skills to soften the texture of the metal shell, greatly cushioning the force of the two people's fall.

"It's okay, it's okay." Ron touched his head, feeling that his butt was a bit hurt. "Those giant lizards shouldn't find us again, right?"

"No, this is a place deep underground. Even if their sense of smell is very sharp, the information will be disrupted by the numerous passages," said Harry.

"Can we change our form while we are underground?"

Harry stroked his chin, picked up the scattered packages on the ground and put them on his back. "I think you are right. Although the air here is thin, it is clean and not too polluted."

Ron always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't put it into words. He held Harry's arm tightly and said, "Let's go, let's get out of here." But in fact, his eyes were fixed on the piece of metal under his feet. What was inside it? He was very curious.

Harry followed Ron's gaze and the silver thread began to work, but encountered some trouble here. The thread couldn't get in, which was unprecedented.

With a thud, Harry felt a buzzing pain in his head and some images flashed by, as if something was shaken out.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron held his arm worriedly and then put the package back on Harry's back.

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry pinched his brows, "There's still plenty of time, maybe we should go down and take a look."

Ron's eyes lit up and he was eager to try, "Okay."

Deep in the metal building, there were Muggle gathering places of all sizes scattered around in the past. The world has undergone tremendous changes. The country's army disappeared overnight. Politicians managed to stabilize public sentiment in the first few days, and the media fully expressed their confidence in the government. Public opinion was positive. However, just one week later, all the high-ranking officials of society disappeared overnight, leaving only unarmed civilians. Monsters then attacked, causing heavy casualties and widespread wailing.

Some high-ranking wealthy people fled to this doomsday shelter. It is said that some Muggles donated their life fortunes to the wizards in exchange for this news.

Later, those people followed the wizard to another world, and these people were abandoned.

Although the upper class people who were once majestic and powerful did not die immediately, they are still lingering in this building. There are no good living conditions, no sunlight, thin air, and even there is an underground river next to the building, which is fraught with danger.

A few people were driven crazy. They went to their secret bases, boarded rockets into space, and then disappeared in the vast universe, but more of them exploded like a brilliant spark in the sky, and finally sparks flew everywhere.

Robert was obviously lucky, for with his eloquence and some subtle wizard tricks, he successfully fooled a few stupid Muggles into following them to this shelter.

He had been away from that group of people and lived alone for a long time. This was a pitch-dark cave. If he walked a few more steps, he would see the brightness brought by the light bulbs of Muggle civilization.

Robert recalled his previous experiences and felt very unlucky. He felt very lucky to be alive now. He caught voles and ate loaches every day. There was a mutated loach that tasted very good. He lived very well during those days.

His eyes glowed in the darkness. He was skinny, with greasy and tangled hair. His fingernails were long and full of filth and stench.

But he thought that he was still lucky, at least he didn't eat human flesh. However, he was not sure if he could hold on for a few more days. Human flesh seemed to taste good. He touched his hungry stomach. He had gone to the Muggles several times in the morning. They had a fire burning and a large steamer. A white and tender arm stretched out from the hole.

"No, no." Robert slapped himself hard. Magic had not visited his body for a long time, which made him regret his desires and ambitions at that time. Why didn't he follow the large group back to that holy land.

"Harry, I have a bad feeling. This place feels gloomy and eerie, and it feels like an abandoned laboratory. Could some mutated monsters suddenly jump out of the darkness? Why don't we get out of here quickly?"

"Hold on, Ron, I think I've been here before."

"Huh?" Ron looked at him in surprise.

"This used to be a secret Muggle base with a huge man-made rocket in the center. It was later discovered by wizards, who transformed it. It shouldn't be like this."

Because so many things happened in between, Harry had no way of confirming the exact situation.

"Then we are going to--"

"Let's go a little further inside until we reach the center. If we don't find anything else, we'll leave."

"it is good."

Stepping from darkness into light, the rare light gave the two a great sense of security, but at this moment, people also meant danger.

Harry held the wand cautiously, holding Ron's hand with one hand, and the two of them walked slowly forward. There was a lot of dust, which was very pungent.

After a while, human voices suddenly came from the center. Ron didn't understand the language, but he could tell it was French.

Harry gripped his wand tighter and tighter, his aura suddenly becoming extremely sharp, silver liquid spurted out from under his feet, forming a sword in the air and shooting forward.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Ron, let's go." He started out by jogging, then took longer and faster steps, until he was almost flying. The green armor on his body glowed faintly, and he looked back from time to time to see if Ron was keeping up.

Ron was running behind him, panting. Harry finally stopped in front of the door of a room where there were signs of human life. There was a fragrance.

He sniffed, but the more he smelled, the more scared he became. This was the fear and terror hidden deep in his soul and engraved in his bones.

What was ahead? Why didn't Harry move?

Harry turned around with some worry. He suppressed the anger in his heart and slowly opened his mouth, "Some of the scenes ahead may make people very uncomfortable. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Harry's figure did not block the door tightly. Ron could see from the gaps on both sides that there was a steamer with hot steam rising from it. Then his pupils shrank, and he knelt on the ground involuntarily and began to vomit, his whole body began to tremble violently.

Harry suppressed his nausea, anger and fear, stepped on the bodies of the people he had just killed, saw the arm sticking out of the cage, and lifted it up with force -

He also began to kneel on the ground, feeling nauseous in his chest, as if someone was stirring his throat with a stick and he couldn't stop by inertia.

His palm was a little painful, and Harry looked closely and saw that it was a small bone with some blood on it. His chest was heaving violently and he leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

The mother and daughter are dead.

The silver thread that was shot out brought the message that there were four or five groups of people, big and small, around, but he couldn't tell whether they were bad guys or not. He suppressed his nausea and forced himself to stand up. If he ran faster, maybe he could save a few more people. He just killed all these people because he was too angry.

Harry squatted down, pulled a fat man's hair and looked at his face. He was bloated, almost like edema. There was a large basin with some water next to him. Harry went over and smelled it, and felt like something was added to it.

Ron was lying on the back and obviously hadn't recovered yet. Although I didn't see it directly, but -

There are two things in the world that cannot be looked at directly: one is the sun, and the other is the human heart.

"Let's go to the side and take a look. Maybe we can save someone else."

Ron didn't dwell on his feelings for too long. Since he and Harry had come across this situation and they both had the ability, they should do something.

Harry left a small line at this place, and he would come back here to bury the bodies of the mother and daughter.

He stepped on the fat man's face and kicked him heavily against the wall. The fat man fell with a thud, and his fat trembled. A photo swayed from his pocket and fell to the ground.

It was a photo of their family of three. The arm of the little girl in the photo looked exactly the same as the arm sticking out of the cage.

The dagger hidden in the fat man's pocket stabbed his thigh fiercely, and blood gushed out, soaking the little finger bones of others.

However, Harry and Ron could not see this. They quickly rushed to several other strongholds, and more or less similar scenes appeared in all of them. All those who had eaten people or were still eating people were killed without leaving a single one alive.

Robert emerged from the darkness some time after the two men left. He recognized the back of one of them and cursed his bad luck. In the bright room ahead, he smelled food, but there was no one there.

No, that guy has actually seen it. He will definitely come back. If he runs into me -

He slapped himself hard again.

Ron began to ignore the split of his soul. With strong murderous intent and anger, he successfully learned Avada Kedavra from Harry, killed many beasts, and saved several old, weak and disabled people.

There are almost no women here, and even fewer children. A little black-haired boy is curled up in a corner, with a skinny old grandmother protecting him in front of him. She is now going crazy and scolding her son and daughter.

"Old man, old man, what's wrong with you?"

The old man seemed to be stimulated and began to hug the child in his arms tightly. His arms like dead branches tightened the child's chest. The little boy's eyes were dull, and his black pupils were as cold as stone. He didn't react at all.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here. Let me go, please."

Harry's mind felt dizzy, and some images flashed by. It seemed that he was experiencing something from a first-person perspective.

The silver threads at his feet were twisting restlessly. After releasing the people imprisoned in other rooms, Ron ran over to meet Harry. On the way, he also found many scattered seeds. Unfortunately, without sunlight, the mutation of organisms led to the mutation of soil, and food could not survive. There were also several deep curses on the wall next to him.

These guys really deserved to die, but Ron also felt sad and asked himself, if he reached that point, would he be better than them?

"Harry, what do we do next?"

Harry shook his head, putting aside the images that suddenly appeared in his mind, and said, "Save them."

"How should we go? Can you carry so many people?"

There were more than a dozen people who were identified as food. Most of them were emaciated and dying.

While the two men were talking, the old lady burst out with endless potential like a madman, and rushed out from beside the two men with the little boy in her arms, before they even had time to react.

"Hey, where are you going? It's dangerous over there."

The old lady disappeared into the door in the blink of an eye. Harry shot out a silver thread and began to lurk on the ground, following her footprints.

"It's okay, she can't get far." Harry looked at the bag still on Ron's back. There was a small bag used to hide Fred. After he fell unconscious, he could save his life with his own strength. Now if -

But if I do that, it will consume a lot of my magic power, and I might not even be able to get out of this place, and Apparition will definitely be impossible.

What about a flying broom?

Harry told Ron what he was thinking.

"Okay, I agree. I'm pretty good at flying a broomstick, so I'll take you with me when the time comes."

Ron rummaged through the package. Some of the food inside was missing. It had just been distributed to those who were dying. At the bottom was a worn-out broom. When it finally saw the light coming out, it rushed out of its pocket in dissatisfaction and hit Ron hard on the head, as if it was taking revenge on Ron for hiding itself in the bag in the dark for a long time.

Oh my! He thought his strength had improved, but he didn't expect to be bullied by a broom. He was very angry.

"it is good."

Harry didn't expect this place to become like this. There were gusts of cold wind in the underground space, and the temperature began to drop sharply. The underground river was icy cold, which seemed inconsistent with the appearance in the deepest part.

The silk thread caught up with the grandmother and grandson and began to grow wider and thicker, tying the two people tightly. The old woman began to curse, using all kinds of dirty words.

Although Harry was listening and knew some French, he didn't know much about swearing.

At least he was able to do something. He felt that his trip had some meaning. At least he saved so many lives.

The two men divided the work and brought everyone to the original room, then found some people who could still move. After eating the food and regaining some strength, they volunteered to bury the dead with them.

"Okay--" Harry agreed to the skinny young man.