Harry Potter and the Rebirth

After Quirrell entered the office, he sat on the chair. He crossed his hands and placed them on the table. He looked at Harry Potter, who was standing in a very relaxed posture. He felt ignored, which made him a little annoyed. But thinking about the note he received tonight, he looked at the eleven-year-old boy in front of him with scrutiny.

"Did you give me the note today? What do you know about it?" Quirrell spoke first tentatively. It was a letter of admiration from a little boy with black hair. At that time, in the public eye, Dumbledore was also looking at him. He couldn't do anything and could only disguise himself as an ordinary professor. However, he didn't expect that his true identity would be exposed as soon as he arrived.

"I know you are Voldemort, but I am here to cooperate with you," Harry said, "I am handing the Philosopher's Stone to you today as a token of my sincerity," he smiled at Quirrell.

In order to increase credibility, he revealed some things to Voldemort, "My mother's protective magic was given by Dumbledore. He used my mother to kill you. He had noticed that something was wrong with Peter a long time ago, but he felt that this incident would help kill you, so he acquiesced and went with the flow."

Harry lowered his head and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes with his hands. His eyes immediately turned red. He silently complained in his heart, wow, this mint taste is so sour.

When he raised his head, his face was already covered in tears, his eyes were red, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he had been enduring for a long time and finally got to vent today.

Quirrell was a little shocked. "Quick, let me out." Quirrell untied his turban tremblingly, and turned his back to Harry. The distorted face on the back of his head looked closely at this savior who was so elusive to him.

"How do you know all this?" Voldemort was a little skeptical, but he had already believed it for the most part. In his heart, Dumbledore was not at all like what people said he was. He was an extremely hypocritical person. "Even so, I still killed your parents. Why did you ask me to cooperate with you?" Voldemort lost his patience. He wanted to know the truth of the matter.

"Look into my eyes," Voldemort commanded.

Harry raised his head obediently, and his emerald green eyes made Voldemort a little dazed for a moment. He had seen them on a mother more than ten years ago.

Harry knew that Voldemort would never believe him, and he shouted in his mind, "Hurry up, show us a movie." The ferret was a little impatient, but there was nothing he could do, as Harry had been bothering him for a long time about this matter.

Voldemort saw in Harry's mind a scene similar to his childhood, being bullied, insulted, and rising up in resistance. The difference was that Harry was not capable enough and was continued to be suppressed.

Until one day, he met his brother Tom, who would comfort him, bring him delicious food, and introduce him to things in the wizarding world. They often met on the school playground, watching the sunset and eating fried chicken together. The golden-red glow shone on the two of them, making them look exceptionally harmonious.

Voldemort opened his eyes wide at this so-called brother Tom. Wasn't this his younger self, probably in the fifth grade? He looked at his former self in surprise, and he had fooled this kid so much that he couldn't understand anything.

In his words, he was a hero whose revolution failed, and Dumbledore was a stumbling block that hindered the progress of the wizarding world.

As for that night, he wanted to invite the Potters to join him in his great cause, but because he had seen Dumbledore being plotted against once before, he was controlled by this powerful wizard with the Imperius Curse, which ruined his reputation and caused him to break up with his current pure-blood family.

Dumbledore was ruthless and cruel. In order to stop his career, he even sent his own subordinates to Azkaban to take the blame. The person who blew up the street was Peter, but they sent the loyal Black in because they wanted to seize his family's property to bribe the other pure-blood families.

Later, he was framed by Dumbledore and lost his body, but Dumbledore thought he was dead. He used his reputation and power to change the truth of the matter and ruined his reputation in the wizarding world. Those who knew the truth and were unwilling to surrender were sent to Azkaban by him.

When Voldemort saw this, he was slightly stunned. He only knew today that his subordinates had such loyal character. He was really good at making up stories. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would have believed it. But when he thought that this should be the Horcrux he made when he was young, he was not surprised. Well done.

Later, in order to avoid facing his few consciences, Dumbledore sent Harry to the Muggle world, but he did not expect that Uncle Tom would come and tell him the truth.

However, when he was nine years old, Uncle Tom was discovered by Dumbledore. In order to protect Harry, he was killed by Dumbledore. Harry was also injured and a magical riot broke out.

In order to achieve his own goals, Dumbledore also tampered with the truth in Harry's mind, making him hate a hero who wanted to lead the wizarding world to light.

But a few days ago, he met Uncle Tom again. While Dumbledore was inviting the next professor, Uncle Tom restored Harry's memory, told him to help the hero return, and asked him to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Voldemort looked at the boy who seemed to hate Dumbledore and laughed. He felt that this was the best news he had heard in the past few years. Although he was puzzled about how the Horcrux came out, it didn't matter now. The Philosopher's Stone was right in front of him. If Dumbledore was killed by the child he personally protected, it would be a great choice.

His eyes softened, and he patted Harry's shoulder gently with a look of pity, saying, "What your Uncle Tom said is true. Back then, your parents and I were good friends. In order to avoid Dumbledore's persecution, they set up a Fidelius Charm for their house, and I was the secret keeper. Dumbledore took advantage of this and killed your parents. It is indeed my responsibility."

Harry looked at the twisted face trying to show a sad expression, and almost couldn't help laughing. Things had come to the most critical moment, Harry stabilized his mentality, looking at Voldemort with admiration, as if he was the closest person to Harry in the world.

"What about the Philosopher's Stone?" Voldemort got to the point. "How did you bring it here?"

Harry didn't say anything. He just looked at the man in front of him quietly. Then he lowered his head and took out a stone from his pocket.

Voldemort's eyes were firmly caught by the stone, and a greedy look appeared in his eyes. However, the strange development of this matter made him a little hesitant. How come someone delivered something to him as soon as he arrived? Can the things in Harry Potter's head be trusted? Could it be that Dumbledore was testing him with this?

Voldemort was a little hesitant. At the same time, he stood up and slowly walked towards Harry. No matter whether it was a trap or not, the Philosopher's Stone was real. After all, he could still escape from Dumbledore's attack. With the addition of the Savior, he smiled coldly when he thought of this.

Voldemort looked at Harry's dull appearance due to excessive Legilimency and frowned with some disdain. "The Magician's Stone Flies" did not move. Well, it seems that I still have to hold it in my hand.

While being cautious, he asked Harry to put the Philosopher's Stone on the table. What happened just now needed to be confirmed, and he couldn't fully trust Harry yet.

Everything went so smoothly. Harry slowly approached. Voldemort saw that the task was accomplished. He leaned forward slightly with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes. He was not at all wary of Harry's approach.

Harry frantically called out to the system in his mind, when can I touch him? When? !

The stoat rolled his eyes but continued to report truthfully.

Three, two, one, as the two get closer and closer, the distance between them is within reach.

Harry touched Voldemort's hands, there was a flash of golden light, and he disappeared. At the same time, a guest also came into Harry's mind.