Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry propped himself up with his arms and stood up from the ground, then patted the grass clippings behind his butt, feeling very proud of himself. This was all thanks to the magic teleportation array he saw in the kitchen. He really didn't learn the Fiendfyre very well and couldn't perform it now, but Gryffindor had given him a cheat in his mind, and with his studies during this period, he had a deeper understanding of the teleportation array.

So - he drew out some of the Fiendfyre from the space where the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam was held to entertain the teacher who had just met him and was about to take the exam.

It took Grindelwald a long time to put out the little creatures. His robes became tattered and Harry could even see the bare skin of his chest.

He bent down, his whole body shaking with laughter, but he instantly flew into the air, looked at the scorched soil and blue flames under his feet, and landed on the other side.

"teacher!"

"It is impolite not to reciprocate, my little Harry. This is an old saying my subordinates brought me from China. After I understood its meaning, I felt that it was very suitable for this scene."

Harry tilted his head, realizing that these were just excuses and that he, as a teacher, was just a little angry and embarrassed.

"Boy, it's okay."

Grindelwald was somewhat amazed. If he were to review the situation now, he would find that the places Harry ran to were not those where he ran around like a headless fly, but were those where he scoured places with a plan and purpose. This seemed to be a -

"It's a formation."

Harry was explaining the idea of ​​this fight to his teacher. Grindelwald listened while grabbing Harry's clothes and returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office again.

"Oh, teacher, could you be gentler?"

Harry looked at the red marks on his forearms, which had clear marks from being bruised, as if he had been hit hard.

"Tsk, what a tender boy."

"Today, you came to my office——"

Harry walked to the front of the crypt, and Grindelwald came over. Dumbledore in the portrait curiously trotted over and lay down at the edge, hoping to see clearly what the two were doing.

Grindelwald noticed the gaze from behind and moved his body to ensure that Dumbledore in the portrait could see him. Harry also noticed his teacher's small movement and moved his feet. Suddenly, a wide gap appeared in the middle.

"Do you want to go in again?"

Harry nodded heavily.

"The bottom is destroyed." Grindelwald ruthlessly exposed Harry's thoughts. Harry suddenly lost his previous spirit, his shoulders drooped in an instant, and he looked extremely dejected.

"Hey, why don't you tell me what you went through down there? Maybe I can find some clues from it."

Harry's hope was rekindled, and Grindelwald picked up the glass of red wine on the small table, took a sip, and savored it carefully.

What happened next?

Harry was lost in his memories. He briefly narrated to Grindelwald the previous story, how he entered Sirius' office, and what clues Harry saw from his godfather. Then the two began to cooperate and met Peter Pettigrew, opened the door, and saw the magical and magnificent world behind the door.

The whole world suddenly split apart, a giant dragon broke in, the white snow turned into a muddy, murderous swamp (this was also what Harry learned from Sirius), and then -

Harry glanced at Grindelwald, wondering whether he should tell others about the two people in his body.

"The guy who ran away, and the new Slytherin girl who showed up."

Grindelwald sorted out the order. If according to what Dumbledore told him, the next ones should be the two new guys. How did they appear?

He opened his mouth to remind Harry.

“It appeared out of nowhere.”

Snape stood in front of Dumbledore. He was suddenly called into the office by Dumbledore. The headmaster wanted to hear about the experience of that day again and review the details.

Snape glanced at the Pensieve beside him and sighed. It was a pity that the memory seemed to have some limitations and could not be presented in the Pensieve.

Dumbledore crossed his hands and placed his chin on them. His deep blue eyes were full of sharpness and his eyeballs kept sliding, obviously thinking about something.

"You mean Harley just appeared out of nowhere?"

Snape nodded. Even when he recalled the scene again, it was still shocking.

After Sirius treated the huge silver dragon that was fixed, a milky white soul emerged from Harry's body and drilled into it. Then the silver dragon began to shrink and gradually turned into a human appearance.

The appearance of Harley went through some twists and turns. Although they were two consciousnesses, they actually belonged to the same soul.

"I still feel some pain when I was stripped."

Harry entered the Gryffindor dormitory and was warmly welcomed by many people. This unique Slaterin girl, especially because she had a temperament similar to Harry, was liked by most people in Gryffindor house.

She lay down on Hermione's bed. No one else was in the dormitory, only her and Hermione.

Hermione was so shocked after listening to Harry's description that her jaw dropped in surprise.

"Although, is this something you can say?" Hermione frowned. She was so engrossed in what she was hearing that she didn't have time to stop herself. Isn't this something that only happens in novels? This world is too bizarre.

Harry hugged Hermione's arm and waved his hand nonchalantly, "If I can't say it, you should have known it when I opened my mouth."

Hermione sat up from the bed. Why didn't she understand what was being said? What did it mean that she already knew what was being said when she started talking?

Harry looked at Hermione and didn't say anything. The clever little witch obviously realized that this was something that could not be expressed in words.

"So you were inside Harry's body the whole time—"

Hermione quickly grasped the point and an exaggerated aunt's smile appeared on her mouth. What, what, what is this?

Harry hid the system, Bai You, and Gryffindor in Harry's mind, and just said that there was another subconscious.

Hermione nodded, not quite understanding. If viewed from a Muggle perspective, this is the legendary split personality!

"Is it split personality?"

Grindelwald asked the questions in his mind. He had been studying Muggle knowledge seriously some time ago and found that some of their concepts were very interesting, among which split personality was one of them.