Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"you are not--"

Jerlan couldn't use his short-circuited brain to explain what was happening now. First of all, when he came here and saw Harry for the first time, he looked very weak. In the past few years, Harry's physical condition was like that of an 80-year-old man, and his days were numbered. All kinds of conditions showed that he was.

But, now.

Not only did Harry's physical condition improve, but his spirit also improved. His eyes were bright, just like the sun rising at eight or nine o'clock, full of vigor and youth.

Harry sat on the hillside. He didn't want to answer this question. Instead, he looked at the small village at the foot of the mountain, slightly lost in thought. There should be a family there. The father was domestically violent, the mother was kind and weak, and the child grew up in such an environment.

As it happens, speak of the devil and he will appear.

A skinny young man, his body covered with bruises, his hair dry and frizzy, his clothes tattered, carrying a large frame full of wood on his back, walked down the mountainside carefully, bit by bit.

Jielan's attention shifted to the young man. He wasn't quite sure what kind of work was still needed in this day and age. It looked like firewood from the last century.

"Hello--"

Unfortunately, when the young man saw them, he hid away from them, like a frightened rabbit, or more like a person who had been timid after long-term mental torture.

"Ugh--"

Harry let out a long sigh, he couldn't bear to see the young man like this, he was innocent in this world.

"I'll come as soon as I go."

Harry said this and Apparated in front of the young man, looking into his eyes. The young man seemed very scared, his whole body was shaking, but he didn't have the courage to run away.

Harry raised his hand and wanted to pat his shoulder to comfort him, but the young man immediately squatted down, and the basket fell off his thin shoulders, and the firewood inside scattered all over the ground.

Harry said nothing, but just squatted down and picked up the firewood behind the young man bit by bit. This silent companionship made the young man no longer afraid. He raised his head carefully, glanced at Harry, and immediately lowered his head again.

Jerry was watching from afar from a high place. He always thought that Harry was very cold, stubborn and would do anything to achieve his goal. Unexpectedly, Jerry's heart softened a little. He thought of what happened to Harry. Although he never said it out loud, everything made him feel particularly distressed for Harry.

Harry followed the young man and accompanied him to his home. On the way, with the ability of wizards, Harry could clearly hear the neighbors' discussions about this family.

This child is a poor one. His mother was abducted, but she was afraid of revenge. In addition, strange things often happened in this village and the child's father was quite vicious. Rumors spread that he was involved with some underworld forces.

Most of the neighbors could only help him a little when he came back, giving him a few clothes and pairs of cotton shoes for the winter, helping to collect some firewood, and giving him some food.

It turned out that without his intervention, he would have had such a tragic experience. In another world, Harry did not regret saving him. After all, he was misled by others. However, Harry's mood was very complicated.

The young man looked at the familiar house in front of him. Inside was the roar of a middle-aged man mixed with the voice of a woman begging for mercy. Where Harry couldn't see, his expression was terrifyingly calm, and his dark pupils were bottomless, like a cold machine. He carried a bamboo basket on his back, his fists clenched tightly, his sharp nails piercing the flesh of his palms and disappearing into the bamboo strips.

What was the man behind him doing? Was he here to pity him, and then seeing the state of his family, he ran away in fear?

No, he just appeared in front of him all of a sudden.

Harry walked into the house and cast a Muggle-Repelling Charm. The young man only felt something strange passing through his body, but soon the feeling disappeared.

The young man looked surprised and wondered what the small wooden stick in the man's hand was. He suddenly remembered the letter he received when he was 11 years old, but it was torn up by his father when he was drunk again, and he treated a visitor rudely.

He didn't know that his father made him miss an opportunity to change his destiny that day. He only felt something slipping through his fingers, accompanied by a huge emptiness.

The room was quiet, and Harry came out, looked at him gently, patted his shoulder, and pointed a wand at him.

The young man did not feel afraid. It did not matter. Death was better than struggling in this world. However, he almost killed the man without leaving any trace and then took his mother away from this place.

Harry tapped his forehead lightly with his wand, and the young man felt something rushing into his mind, then being blocked back by an inexplicable force.

But he knew that he should become what that person wanted him to be at this moment, or else try to faint?

The young man controlled the muscles of his whole body to relax, and at the same time imagined the last moment of feeling hungry and fainting from hunger. He fell heavily, but unexpectedly he was caught by a magical force and sent into the house.

Harry is gone. He is too late in this life, but fortunately, the young man is safe and will have a good life in the future. Let this painful memory disappear with the wind.

From then on, he lived in a single-parent family with only his mother and had a very happy childhood.

The moment the young man relaxed, the power entered his mind. He had two memories at the same time. One was his miserable childhood with a violent and alcoholic father, and the other was when he and his mother depended on each other but were happy...

With this house as the center, an invisible magical wave slowly expanded outward in the form of water waves. Everyone's memory was tampered with. Jerryan followed Harry here, and now he was witnessing a miracle with his own eyes.

After a while, Jerlan followed Harry to the noisy wizard street. Both of them were wrapped in black wizard robes. On the other side of the street, Harry in this world seemed to be blocked by reporters. Then, for some unknown reason, he became extremely manic in public. The reporter from the Daily Prophet quickly captured this animated picture.

Jie Lan looked at the focus of the crowd with heartache. When he came to this world, he witnessed with his own eyes how the savior was loved by everyone. But now he has become the object of everyone's rebuke. Almost most people hope that the high and mighty person will fall from the altar, just like piranhas smelling blood, swarming towards him.

In today's rapidly developing world, people are keen on creating gods and also like to destroy gods.