Harry Potter and the Rebirth

On the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was patrolling. Professor Dumbledore told him to check the Forbidden Forest carefully and, if possible, ask for help from the magical creatures inside to look for a stranger. In other words, if anyone other than him entered Hogwarts, they should report to him.

After Hagrid finished taking care of his pet, he took his little pink umbrella and walked into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

At this time, a man wearing a black wizard robe and a hat on his head that covered most of his face appeared behind Hagrid. Half of his chin was as delicate as a baby's, and the other half was as old as an old man, with a dry mouth.

He spoke, his voice sounded neither male nor female, neither old nor young. In his hand was the pink bottle that he had given to Harry to erase Draco's memory, and he quietly opened it.

It seems——

“The seeds I planted worked.”

In the depths of darkness, there was silence and no sun. Harry was in a void, enjoying the warm yellow light to his heart's content, greedily enjoying everything that did not belong to him. Behind Harry, a wisp of pink smoke was going in and out of his body, but Harry did not notice it at all.

Suddenly, a word came to his ears, like thunder, exploding.

These words shattered all the illusions around him. The beautiful scene in front of him was like a shattered mirror, split into pieces. Harry ran forward desperately, wanting to touch them and then put them together.

They all stopped moving, and their entire bodies slowly evaporated into the air like smoke. Harry seemed to hear their cries for help, save me -

"Quick! Catch me, Harry." Harry sensed something and opened his eyes with red eyes. He had not yet recovered from the previous shattering, and he was suspended in the water that had turned from black mist.

Suddenly, a girl appeared in the water, bubbles kept coming out of her nose and mouth, her skirt swayed slightly with the flow of the water, and her hair, which looked like black algae, spread out. A layer of magic film floated above her emerald eyes, allowing her to open her eyes.

Harry swam to Harry's side, and following the force of the water, he suddenly crashed into his arms. He held Harry's face in his hands, and his emerald and firm eyes looked into those dull eyes.

"Wake up!" Harry shouted loudly, and some blood foam unconsciously came out of her mouth, which floated to Harry's nose along the water flow. The water that turned from black mist went into Harry's mouth. The sound did not spread out, but Harry smelled the bloody smell and his eyes rolled unconsciously.

When Harry saw this, she no longer cared about the pain in her body. She felt her face suddenly turned into a cooked shrimp, emitting steam.

Harry swallowed the blood foam rising from his throat and began to change his behavior.

She took one of Harry's hands and slapped him with the other.

Hey!

Harry woke up in pain, feeling the burning sensation on half of his face. The water around him suddenly turned into black mist, and Harry and his partner fell heavily to the ground.

"What happened to you?" Feeling physically and mentally exhausted and in pain, Harry asked Harry unhappily, "Why did you become the same as before?"

"I don't know either." Harry scratched his head. All the negative emotions just now seemed to disappear in an instant, and everything in his memory just now became blurry.

He suddenly remembered that he still had to process materials for the professor in the interior, and he took a breath of cold air. He was doomed. What if he didn't finish processing and was discovered by Professor Snape?

The pink line behind Harry gradually disappeared with Harry's arrival, and finally gradually disappeared into his own body.

Here, Snape hurried to the school infirmary and looked at the two people standing inside glaring at him. He suddenly felt powerless as if yellow mud was falling off his crotch. This was really the case.

"Even if..." Professor Dumbledore just opened his mouth and said two words, he felt the fatigue and tension of Snape who hurried over, so he sighed and motioned him to come inside.

Harry visited the school infirmary again. This time he put on his most familiar hospital gown and lay on his most familiar bed. This year was truly a year of disasters. There was not a single good day.

Snape saw the weak Harry and became anxious, "That man must have done something to Harry again." As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that he seemed to be out of control.

When Dumbledore realized that Snape was about to say something, he asked Madam Pomfrey to leave and cast dozens of spells on the entire school infirmary to prevent others from eavesdropping.

Snape opened his mouth in surprise, and found that he seemed to be able to reveal something relevant, and he couldn't help but show his joy.

"He's at Harry's." Snape was afraid of being controlled again, so he chose to express some sensitive words with gestures.

He took a few steps forward and pointed his finger at Harry's head.

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil. What kind of evil ancient magic could control Harry?

"He comes from another--" Just as Snape was about to say the word "world" when a sense of crisis that he had never experienced before arose in his heart.

Even when he was working under Voldemort and was nearly injured by him accidentally, and an Avatar rushed past his ear, he did not have this feeling. It was a fear of being looked down upon by a giant, a natural awe that food has for predators, and a fear that was engraved in his genes and in his bones after thousands of years of reincarnation.

When he realized that this taboo could not be touched, Snape chose to tell something else.

"Mission," Snape pointed at himself, "Complete, reward, punishment, soul."

With his clever brain, Dumbledore seemed to understand something and understood the many strange things about Harry.

There must be someone in Harry's head controlling him, forcing him to complete certain things. If he doesn't, his soul will be damaged as a punishment, Dumbledore secretly speculated. No wonder Harry is always sick.

He gave up the plan that he had hidden in his heart for a long time. After destroying Voldemort's Horcrux, he would calmly reunite with his family. Now it is impossible. Harry still needs a strong backing. The entire wizarding world will face a crisis greater than Voldemort. What does this thing lurking in Harry's head want to do? Is it related to the prophecy?

Even he had never heard of this kind of magic.

Dumbledore thought again of the letter that Grindelwald had written to him at the beginning of the school year. He originally thought that it was just an excuse for him to meet with him in collaboration, but now that he thought about it, there was a high probability that it would happen.

Dumbledore walked forward, touched Harry's head with his big hand, and sighed heavily, "It's really hard for you."