Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"There's no need to be nervous. I won't hurt you, little Harry." Gryffindor said with a hint of sarcasm, but Harry did not remove the armor on his body.

"Okay," the two continued to walk forward, but they could no longer see the road ahead, "Do you know what I showed you in the mirror?"

Gryffindor brought up this topic quite abruptly.

"The world you live in?"

"Oh," Gryffindor seemed a little surprised. He didn't expect that the group of people outside had investigated to such a depth. Could this be what the master meant by the stronger the enemy, the more meaningful the victory?

“This is your world, too.”

Gryffindor stopped here. He felt that he should make the game more interesting. After all, as a participant in the game, he also wanted to make the rules of the game.

When he finished saying this, the thick fog around them had dispersed, and the dark clouds outside had dissipated at some point. The sunlight penetrated the crystal clear water droplets and formed a beautiful rainbow through the mist floating in the air. Harry looked at it in a trance, his mind racing, thinking about Gryffindor's words.

Is it true? Is it false? What is your world? Is it on the same planet as ours? Harry thought this was unlikely. With the rapid development of Muggle technology, wizards have spread all over the world. If such a force or world exists, how could it not be discovered?

The two men came to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor. Gryffindor took down the mural frame hanging on the wall and handed it to Harry. Gryffindor's eyes were already bloodshot at some point.

Harry was startled at first glance.

He held the portrait frame in his hand and flipped through it carefully, trying to figure out what it was. Suddenly, he found a picture of Hogwarts emerging in the white frame. There were even some familiar figures painted in it. This one was Neville Longbottom, that one was Hermione Granger, and the small corner in the distance looked like Snape -

The characters on the mural are shaking, like the real Hogwarts.

Harry was a little surprised. She had never heard of such a method. Was it really just a painting?

"This is--"

"This is the real world." Gryffindor said only this, then walked to the table and took out another portrait frame from it, "It broke into pieces!" The broken frame fell to the ground, and Harry was startled.

Gryffindor disappeared from the spot for a while, and when he reappeared, his eyes seemed to become even redder.

"What were you doing just now? Why did you break this thing?"

"I left something for my old friend." Gryffindor was very mysterious. "If it's broken, you won't be able to get out, right?"

It seemed that the relationship between the two had not broken down, and they were still talking and laughing as usual, but both sides understood that once the window paper was broken, a deep crack would be created between them.

"You actually found out that I took the gem away. Don't you know that I'm suspicious of you? Why are you pretending that nothing happened?"

That's right, Harry really did take the Ravenclaw gem from Gryffindor, and he was the first to discover it, but he didn't blame him. Instead, he praised him for doing a good job.

"Ravenclaw can see outside through the gem. I let you discover it on purpose, but I didn't discuss it with you in advance. I didn't expect that I underestimated your acting skills."

This was the last sentence Gryffindor said to Harry. Harry was still holding the photo frame stupidly. Gryffindor handed it to him and he did as he was told.

"Then why do you want me to hold this?"

Gryffindor's figure turned into a puff of grey smoke and rushed towards Harry. Harry subconsciously used the photo frame in his hand to block it, and his heart sank. Unexpectedly, he disappeared, and the whole picture turned black and white, with the characters motionless.

Harry held up the photo frame. On the wooden board behind it were written a few large words, "You are the anchor point connecting the real world and space."

Harry raised an eyebrow and muttered quietly, "I already knew that. You don't need to tell me."

Suddenly the whole space shook and Harry felt dizzy, as if something was being pulled out of his mind, but suddenly it calmed down.

Harry was sweating profusely at this time. He leaned back in his chair and looked blankly at the simple environment around him. When did this painting connect successfully? Was it today? Or was it when he first went out -

How could an old monster who has lived for a thousand years act without any rules? It is very likely that he has his own considerations for every step.

Gryffindor was glad that he had been liberated. He had completed most of the tasks assigned to him by his master. Now he just needed to find the Dark Lord who had been in the Forbidden Forest, and then he could return to his hometown.

At this time, the moon was high in the sky and the lake was unusually bright. It seemed that it absorbed the sun's light during the day and released it all at night. Gryffindor took a look and knew what was going on. It turned out that this guy was against me, but it didn't matter anymore. I would let him go today.

Gryffindor now shrank into a wisp of black smoke. After he left the space, his strength was greatly reduced, and he only had one chance to enter the host's body.

Gryffindor was in a good mood as he watched the castle getting farther and farther away, and the mountains approaching. But before leaving, he wanted to see the octopus again, a magical creature that looked very similar to his first master, the Anigmas form. When he saw it, he seemed to relive the time when he and his master fought together.

Magical sound waves came out of his mouth, and the octopus sleeping in the lake woke up immediately, and then rushed to the lakeside desperately. Behind him, a black figure followed closely, blending into the dark and boundless bottom of the lake, but the octopus did not drive it away, but was quite close to it, gently wrapped its tentacles around his body, and took him to the lakeside faster.

Looking at the huge head popping up in the distance, Gryffindor looked at his current appearance, gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and turned into the appearance of the first master, and the octopus became even faster.

The black figure hid in the tentacles, and when the octopus stopped moving, it disappeared instantly. The octopus noticed that the person next to it was gone, but it didn't know what it meant. It was just very happy and liked the scent of this person very much.

"Hello, Mr. Gryffindor, Headmaster Dumbledore wants you to come over."

Gryffindor's body was extremely stiff at this moment. He stood there in a daze, and then the joints on his neck twisted little by little, and he saw Snape standing behind him with his robe wet.

"Weren't you sent out by Dumbledore?"

"I'm lucky enough to have completed the mission and I've just returned."

Snape's attitude was very tough, "Please -"