The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

Author: Zhu Si

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War forces people to grow up, and the finishing work after the war makes people mature.

If history goes backwards, what kind of future will there be...

Content Tags: Romance of the Times, Time Traveling, Magic Moment, A Soft Spot

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When walking on the road in the Forbidden Forest, he put his lips on the Snitch and said: "I am going to die", Harry thought that everything would come to an end, Voldemort would die, the war would end, and the wizarding world would regain its light.But the goddess of fate never allowed Harry to rest for a second, to be stable.The darkness was far from over, and the post-war situation was even more chaotic and dark.

Without a leader, the Death Eaters attacked like headless chickens, killing innocent people and stirring up trouble.Better to have more people buried with him than to be sent to Azkaban to be kissed by a dementor.The families traumatized by the war turned their grief and anger into hatred for the Death Eaters. They slaughtered each other irrationally, just wanting revenge and not thinking about tomorrow.The famous ministers and nobles who had followed Voldemort were looted by the parade crowd, and all the Slytherin students were killed indiscriminately.At this time, the Ministry of Magic focused on the struggle for political power. The resignation of the minister and the death of Voldemort affected too many forces. The original "harmonious balance" was broken. In the process of snatching and fighting.But even in such chaos, they have reached a consensus, the only two consensus: one is to maximize the interests, and the other is to guard against Harry Potter.

Harry's role in the war was too great, and he held so much weight in the hearts of the people that all the forces in the Ministry of Magic were afraid that he would control the wizarding world like Voldemort.But the current chaotic situation in the wizarding world couldn't stop taking advantage of Harry's power and prestige, so they kept pushing Harry to the most dangerous place, and at the same time designated Harry as the Ministry of Magic's No. [-] defense object.

As for the school, it is a joke. Although Hogwarts exists independently of the Ministry of Magic, it is still controlled by the entire wizarding world. Although Professor McGonagall is the principal, he has nothing to do with the current situation of the school.Gryffindor continued to be noisy, Ravenclaw was still diligent, Hufflepuff was still inconspicuous, but Slytherin was earth-shaking. No one wanted to go there, but the tradition of sorting remained unchanged, so he entered Slytherin students are equivalent to going to hell.The fanaticism of the war obviously also affected the students who should be united and eager to learn. They brought personal grievances into the school and blatantly cursed the "evil elements" who excluded Slytherin.

But none of this is more surprising than the downfall of ancient and powerful nobles like the Malfoy family. They have become the target of public criticism. The victor requires them to pay for their wealth, and the defeated party requires them to pay for their lives.

Why, Harry wondered, hadn't the wizarding world thought of setting up a United Nations modeled on Muggles?An organization that gathers the power of all countries, restricts all countries, and is independent of all countries.But even if there is such an organization, it can only give him one more position to be used and restricted.After all, the chaos of one world is the beginning of another world, and the power and wealth in it are not something ordinary people can resist. "Desire is the root of all evil." The ancients did not deceive me.Thinking this way, another green light shot over, Harry quickly dodged, bumped into the cabinet behind, shook his head and continued to fight.

He was afraid to think, he couldn't stop, maybe thanks to this desperate melee, he had no chance to breathe, no energy to recall.His life was filled with fights, marijuana, alcohol and sex.He kept torturing himself, paralyzing his nerves with marijuana and alcohol, emptying his energy with fighting and sex.He didn't dare to close his eyes, and didn't dare to face the darkness alone. This would make those who died in the war flash before his eyes one by one, accompanied by their screams and green light.Sirius, Lupin, Professor Dumbledore, Fred, Snape...

It was another fierce battle. Harry woke up from the room full of choking smoke and the smell of alcohol, pushed away his sweaty body, and walked to the bathroom enduring the aches and pains all over his body. After cleaning randomly, he stood at the door Before putting on his clothes, he occasionally glanced at himself in the mirror, and he almost said "good morning" reflexively as a stranger.Is that still him?Is that still human?His shoulder-length hair was black and messy, blocking the lightning-shaped scar that could never be erased. His eye sockets were sunken and his beard was overgrown. He couldn't find a trace of the youthful vitality of the past, only seeing the old age waiting to die.Christianity strictly forbids committing suicide, and the responsibility he shoulders does not allow him to free himself so happily, but what is the meaning of his life now?With a sneer, he opened the door and walked out.

The person on the bed also seemed to wake up, and asked hoarsely, "Where are my clothes?"

"You have no clothes, I have no soul." Leaving an inexplicable sentence, it disappeared immediately.

The Creator is indifferent. His mercy and cruelty lie in the fact that everything has a time limit. People will mourn, but their lives will end.Happiness is precious, but lies will eventually be exposed.Even wars will eventually come to an end, and even in darkness, the sun will eventually rise.That being said, everything seems to be going in a good direction.But in fact, according to the second law of thermodynamics, in a system, if it is allowed to develop naturally, then the energy difference is always inclined to and eliminated.That is, the entropy of an isolated system can never decrease.And entropy refers to the degree of chaos in the system, so things will only get worse and worse.

It seems boring and useless to think about these things in the real world, but Harry has nothing else to do, and when the Death Eaters are basically all caught, people's anger and grief are lessened, and the situation is finally under control, the savior of the wizarding world, the golden boy However, Harry Potter, the god-given hero, was locked up in St. Mungo's Hospital to quit smoking and drinking.Rejecting all visitors, rejecting all letters, when all the chaos is finally over, when the Ministry of Magic is re-operated, the hero who always stands on the front line of the war is thinking about his fucking life in a confinement room with only one skylight and one bed .No magic wand, no entertainment, no communication.Some of them are just regular check-ups by doctors and nurses in white coats and masks, and the Daily Prophet is delivered with breakfast every day.Who wants to see that kind of garbage!Harry threw the newspaper firmly against the closed iron door.He has had enough!He doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, doesn't threaten, please put me out! ! !But it was obvious that Merlin was busy with more important matters, so he ignored his cries.

I heard that the method of punishing disobedient soldiers or prisoners in the original army was very simple and extremely effective.It is to dig a hole far away from the camp, spread a wooden plank inside, build a tent, and deliver two meals a day, so that they wait in darkness and loneliness, suspicious.Within three days, she must be well-behaved and obedient when she comes out.Harry thought he was a guinea pig now, and maybe he could transform Azkaban based on this experience in the future.

For three whole weeks, he forced himself to look at the sky outside the skylight, forced himself to exercise in a narrow room, forced himself to think about things, forced himself not to pay attention to the scenes that appeared in his mind, green light, mother's Shouting, Sirius fell into the curtain, Heidewei stopped flapping his wings, Lupin's gray hair, Dumbledore's painful expression and nonsense after drinking poison, he fell from the tower after falling under the spell, Sne The wound on Pu's neck was bleeding continuously, staring into his eyes and saying, "Lookatme."

...a white light...

When he woke up again, he thought he was still asleep. The sleeping faces of Hermione and Ron lying beside the bed made him calm. When he wanted to get up, he found that he couldn't even move his fingers, but he still woke up and looked at his friends.

"Thank you, Merlin, for finally waking up, Harry!" Hermione anxiously threw out the spell to check Harry's physical condition.But it was obviously not good, the witch frowned and wanted to call for medical staff.

"What's wrong with me?" When I opened my mouth, my throat was so sore that it was about to burst, as if I hadn't drunk water for a week and was about to breathe fire.

"Brother, your magic power went out of control in St. Mungo's Hospital. Fortunately, you were locked up in a remote place, and you ruined ten feet around you. You have been in a coma for five days!" Ron said eagerly. Full of resentment: "That group of idiots is simply putting you under house arrest! I went to make trouble several times to see you, but they kicked me out..."

"Okay, Ron. Harry just woke up, let him rest." Turning to Harry, he stretched out his hand to stroke the broken hair on the young man's forehead, and asked, "How do you feel now, Harry? What do you want?" Is it?"

"Water" Harry spat out the words with difficulty.

"Harry, are you sure you don't want to live with us?" Hermione looked worriedly at her friend who was tidied up but still looked thin and gray.

"I'm fine. After leaving for so long, 12 Grimmauld Place has to be cleaned up." He sighed, hugged his friend, and whispered in her ear: "I'll be fine, everything will be fine."

Back at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Grische was still obediently staying in his and other elf's graves, Harry looked at the devastated home and collapsed his shoulders weakly.Sweeping the floor, washing the sheets, curtains, wiping the table... Tidying up the rooms one by one tirelessly.Harry was cleaning like a non-magic Squib the Muggle way.After two full days of cleaning, the garbage piled up at the gate like a hill.Only then did Harry take out his wand and cast a silent spell, apparently "cleaning up".

Although the war has been