The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

Eyes wide open.The man immediately looked at Harry keenly, his eyes sharp and burning, Harry turned his head quickly, suppressing his surprise and excitement in his heart.It was Professor Snape, alive and alive, and Harry didn't know whether to sigh for that vicious look or praise Merlin.It wasn't until this moment that he truly realized that he had traveled back and returned to a history that was a little different but still existed.

Definitely, we must not watch these lives die and these beautiful things disappear.He is happy for his younger brother Andrew. Being a "son of a hero" is obviously much easier than being a "golden boy". There are no scars that everyone looks after, and there is no destined responsibility.May you enjoy the peace and happiness I desire.

Suddenly, Harry felt a throbbing pain on his forehead that he hadn't seen for a long time. He gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes to inspect the crowd. Sure enough, he saw Quirrell was stuttering to Andrew while touching his hood. "Damnit." It seems that the first one to be dealt with is you, Professor Quirrell.

However, all these have to be considered and considered in the long run.As soon as Harry entered the hotel room, he flung himself onto the bed, sighed, today was such a wonderful day, that his heart, which he thought had long been useless for anything but life, was buzzing and jumping like a happy bird It seems that the second spring has ushered in.

In a daze, he just lay down on the bed and fell asleep. When he woke up, his arms were so numb that he couldn't move.After waiting for a while, when the eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and the numbness faded away, Harry flicked his wand.no response?Waving his wand again in disbelief, this time speaking the spell: "Lumoes".Still no response!Harry almost jumped out of the bed in panic. He put down his wand, took a deep breath, concentrated, and waved it with his index finger instead of the wand. After the magic riot, I gradually tried it, but it can only be used to cast some relatively simple magic, and it is extremely unstable, and it consumes a lot of magic power.It didn't seem to be a problem with his own magic power. He picked up the wand that had been with him for 22 years again in doubt, and felt it carefully. There was no connection between him and the wand!Harry examined it carefully under the fluorescent light. Eleven inches, flexible, holly and phoenix feathers, he could vividly remember the first time he touched it.How come there is no induction?Is it because of this time travel?Harry walked to the window and looked up at the sparse starlight, suppressing the boredom in his heart.This is just the beginning, I don't know what changes will happen in the future.

When the sun was fully up, Harry moved his numb legs, and his face was already stiff from the night's cold wind.After taking a shower, Harry cleaned his robes and went out.First stop today is the Ollivander Wand Shop.

"Hello, first guest, can I help you?" Ollivander said in his mysterious soft voice.Walking forward, he took a closer look at Harry. Those big, light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Oh, besides the problem with my wand, it suddenly doesn't work..."

"Suddenly unavailable?" Ollivander interrupted Harry, emphasizing the word "suddenly".

"Well, I had a little accident before, and then there was no communication between me and my wand, and I couldn't cast spells."

"Sorry, but what kind of accident is it? Because you know that the wand is a mysterious magical medium, and generally speaking, such accidents do not occur."

"That's... that's right, something happened during Apparation." Harry said vaguely.

Fortunately, Ollivander just took a deep look at him, and didn't continue to ask any more questions. "May I see your wand? I don't seem to remember serving you."

"Well, yes, I bought the wand from Gregorovich before, but I didn't bring it with me today." Harry said with an idea. In fact, the wand was in his waist pocket, but he didn't intend to take it. Come out and show Ollivander.

"Oh, Gregovich. He is an excellent wandmaker, although I am not very good at his style...but...let us choose a wand for you first." Olivander said in a long tone, Didn't seem too happy about what Harry said.He took out a long tape measure with silver markings from his pocket. "Which arm do you use your wand?"

"Oh—oh, I'm right-handed," said Harry.

"Hold your arms up. Good." He measured Harry, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally his head.As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a super-magical substance, that's what it is. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves. Each Every Ollivander wand is unique as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly alike. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, it will never work as well .”

The same conversation as before, Harry wondered if he had to describe it to every guest.

"Excuse me, are you..." Ollivander had finished measuring, and took out a few boxes for Harry to try.

"Oh, I'm Harry Peverell." In fact, Harry originally planned to scramble the alphabetical order of his original name "Harry·James·Potter" to form a name like "Ramer·Pattry·Johmes", but he Worrying about being suspicious of others because of my unresponsiveness to these names.Anyway, Peverell is also his ancestor, so there is nothing wrong with this change.

"Mr. Peverell, try this one."

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As before, Harry tried countless wand boxes and none of them fit. The pile of wand boxes on the ground was getting higher and higher, and Ollivander was getting more and more excited.

Finally, he saw the familiar holly wand again.Harry picked up the wand impatiently, his hands were trembling slightly, the familiar feeling swept through his body from the soles of his feet, and then vented out through the wand through his fingertips, the top of the wand shot like fireworks, and the beating spots of light cast everywhere. Dots of black traces were left on the wall, and the dazzling light blinded the two of them.

After patiently listening to Ollivander's fantastic theory about his connection with Voldemort's wand, Harry walked out of the room as if fleeing, but his back was a little stiff.

After returning to the room, Harry quickly took off his robes, and the wood chips fell to the ground, accompanied by drops of blood.Harry lowered his head to look at the right side of his waist. He was scratched with several scars, and blood flowed slowly along the marks.The new wand broke just as Harry's fingertips touched it.After treating the wound, Harry squatted down on the ground to check carefully. There was no phoenix feather.So this morning the wand didn't work because there was no core?

Harry spent the rest of the morning in the bar downstairs, flipping through the Daily Prophet, chatting with other wizards... After eating the last spoonful of curry, Harry got up, patted his sleeves and walked out The Leaky Cauldron.It seems that this history has not changed except that he disappeared inexplicably with Voldemort and had an extra brother.He walked slowly in Diagon Alley, enjoying the rare sunshine and leisurely life.

Harry went to the potion shop to buy a few bottles of potion and purchased some potion medicinal materials and making utensils, then went to the owl house to buy the former Hydewei, and stopped for a long time outside the window of the broom shop-Nimulator 2000.In the era before his return, the Firebolt had been improved to No. [-], and the faster, more stable and more flexible "Chasing the Sky" series was launched.Standing here, he is not eager to get a broom, but misses the state of mind of flying in the air at that time, the high-spirited and full of ambition at that time.

Putting the things into the cowhide bag with the space spell, Harry straightened his collar, put on the hood and turned around towards the alley.

The war also taught Harry to carry an "escape package" with him, which contained some necessary supplies, food, Galleon, clothing, and a spare wand (this one also had no core, and Harry bought another one in a second-hand store .), potions... so he can continue to wander here alone, instead of sleeping on a park bench hungry and cold.But he didn't bring many things with him, so the most urgent task now was to find a job.Dawson's Bookstore in Knockdown Alley and Borginbock Black Magic Store are both good choices. After all, these places are more suitable if you want to know more about Voldemort and Death Eaters.

Harry found that all the shops in Diagon Alley and Turn Alley had one thing in common, that is, they were dilapidated and small, but the ones in Turn Alley were more gloomy and dark.Harry was very puzzled, since the Muggle door can't see here, and can't get in at all, why make it so dilapidated?Is it a shortage of funds?The corners of Harry's mouth twitched when he thought of the daily traffic and transaction volume of these two streets.

Harry shuttled and browsed among the bookshelves, and a few books that looked frayed and missing corners floated in front of him.Compared with Dawson Bookstore, Lihen Bookstore is more like a teaching aid bookstore for students. If you want to find more esoteric and remote books, you can only come here.But don't be so stupid as to touch the books casually, maybe which one will bite your finger, make you cursed or simply return to Merlin.After choosing several books, such as "Born Noble—Genealogy of Wizards", "Master Book of Modern Magic", "Basic Theory of Time and Space Travel", "Imagination about Silent and Wandless Magic", "Mysteries of Black Magic", Harry walked to the counter by the door.There was no one in the shop, and the sunlight only shone lightly to a dozen centimeters behind the threshold before stopping. Fine dust swirled and danced in the air, flashing under the sunlight.