Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Suddenly, the unconscious girl woke up. She began to struggle, twist, and scream, calling for her mother. Dumbledore thickened the magic barrier, instantly blocking out all the sound from inside. All that could be seen was a pantomime-like performance.

Harry frowned, his brows full of worry and reluctance. After hearing Dumbledore's hint, Ron also took a closer look and found that the little boy with a broken leg had a strange black spot on his exposed arm, which was particularly stiff.

He immediately connected it to the pinhole cameras that he often saw on multimedia platforms in his previous life. Could it be that they existed at this time?

Ron quickly explained his guess to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore comforted him, "I have cast a spell in this area. All Muggle machines and equipment cannot be used here. Even things that can record will become malfunctioning." Harry nodded in agreement.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

The girl suddenly opened her eyes, and Hermione looked straight into her eyes. Then she screamed and was about to fall to the floor. Molly, who was standing silently by, supported Hermione with her warm arms.

Ginny, who had been hiding upstairs shyly and refused to come down, now poked her head out. She looked at the little girl from afar, but couldn't see her clearly. After all, curiosity overcame shyness. She hurried downstairs, gave up her pajamas, and put on well-fitting clothes. Her hair was obviously carefully groomed.

Ron looked at his sister, curled his lips, and poked Harry hard with his elbow.

Harry pointed at the little girl's eyes, and Ron took a deep breath. Oh my God! How is this different from seeing a female ghost at night?

The little girl's eyeballs turned pure black, like a textureless robot, staring coldly at all living things. The corners of her mouth opened and closed, which was completely different from her struggle just now. It was as if she was sending out some strange melody forever, making everyone fall into hell.

"Oh my god! This is really scary." Ron quickly turned his back. He was probably going to have a nightmare tonight. That kind of cold and weird temperament appeared on a young little girl. The bruises and scars on the girl's body added a hint of bloodiness to this temperament.

"This is a curse." Dumbledore explained, looking very solemn, "This place is no longer safe, and this girl must be destroyed."

"Is it really necessary?" Molly, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, while Ginny hid behind her, only sticking her head out a little bit out of fear, secretly looking at the pitiful little girl.

"Yes, you must move." Before meeting the little girl, Dumbledore had cast a powerful protective defensive spell on Louju and the area where wizards lived. But now it seems that this measure is far from enough. If they don't leave this place quickly, the wizards in this area will become the first victims.

Dumbledore remembered the curses he and Grindelwald had studied in his youth. One of them was a simplified version of this magic. The Muggle host had to go through extremely intense pain, develop a strong resentment towards the world, and have destructive emotions, and then plant a magic seed inside, anywhere. Then this thing similar to a human bomb would devour everything around him, starting with the host's body, condensing into two dark beads, and then devouring all life within a 1km radius of him.

Harry had also seen it before. He was on the murals carved in that mysterious cave. He knew about this evil magic, but thought it was just a legend at the time. However, the magical fluctuations emanating from the murals were faintly devouring some of the things around them. The murals were covered with thick sand and dust, as well as dead animal corpses, skeletons, and human bones.

Originally, Harry should not have been able to discover it, but there was only this strange place in the middle of the continuous mural. Harry used some tricks to make the dust on it scatter everywhere and saw the truth.

That scent was exactly the same as the little girl's, Harry remembered it clearly.

Molly hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to speak, "Do we have to sacrifice this little girl? Is there no other way?" Molly looked at Dumbledore with a pleading expression.

Because she felt that if she had paid more attention to the little girl at the train station at that time, perhaps the little girl would not have to go through all this and would have lived happily with her mother.

Until now, Molly still doesn't know that the little girl's "mother" is not real, and that the father who abandoned his daughter has lost some of his memories. He gets drunk every day, wears tattered clothes, and guards in front of the pillar.

He always felt that he had forgotten something very important, but——

what is it?

"It's no use, I can't save her." Dumbledore said, his tone filled with regret and loss.

As soon as he finished speaking, the little girl's eyes suddenly changed color. Her clear eyes looked at everyone present, filled with pleading and prayer. Tears instantly filled her eyes. Harry stared at her, then turned his head away.

"Headmaster, do you have any solution?" Harry asked Gryffindor anxiously in his mind, but Gryffindor looked serious and ignored Harry's anxious inquiry. He stood up, leaned forward slightly, put his palms on the table, and his eyes were bloodshot. This situation, this situation -

Gryffindor trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something extremely terrible.

The girl's swollen eyes were suddenly swallowed by the darkness, and turned back to the original cold and textureless black. Then the black began to spread. Dumbledore saw this scene and hurriedly moved the three people wrapped in the light ball to the outside of the house. Everyone present ran out of the house.

It seemed like just a moment, and the little girl's body suddenly turned into flowing black liquid. The liquid kept spinning around the two black beads, corroding the two little boys next to them, as if their actions were responding.

The bodies of the two little boys also turned into black liquid, surging and colliding in the light ball. Dumbledore frowned and compressed the range of the light ball, and a light comparable to the moon burst out in the darkness.

Harry opened his eyes wide and watched Dumbledore perform magic. The bright light pierced his eyes and he couldn't help but shed tears.

For a moment, the wind was rising and the clouds were rolling. The moon that was originally hanging in the center of the sky was also covered by dark clouds that were rushing in from all directions. The surroundings became dead silent, and the mountains and houses in the distance could not be seen clearly. Then, the ball of light became smaller and smaller.

A shrill scream accidentally leaked out from the light ball, and Harry's heart began to beat wildly. Ron supported Hermione, and Molly hugged Ginny. The five of them watched the whole process with fear, and did not speak for a long time after it ended.

That pain is rooted deep in the soul and will not be reduced in the slightest by the barrier of magic.

Dumbledore, sweating profusely, walked in front of everyone and held the shrunken ball of light in his hand.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked.