Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The moment Harry stepped into the Colosseum, the old dragon's voice rang in his ears.

"Boy, I'm really upset with your tricks."

However, Lao Long's words could not compare to the shock and chaos in his heart when he saw this tragic scene with his own eyes.

There was dead silence, total silence. The ground was clean, smooth and bright, without a trace of blood. However, in stark contrast to this, the remaining little wizards were leaning against each other.

Suddenly, a person walked out of the door, and everyone's eyes were focused on this figure in green armor. He still had enough strength to raise his wand, and they looked at Harry warily.

All of these pictures were familiar faces to Harry, but there were many missing. Where was Ron? Where was Hermione? Where were those familiar classmates who had become his habit of laughing and joking? Where was that explosive genius?

Percy covered his broken left arm, supported himself on the ground with one hand, and stood up with great difficulty. He walked to Harry step by step, looking at this mysterious man who was leading a white horse in one hand and holding a long sword in the other, his eyes full of hatred.

The old dragon didn't say anything else, nor did he care about what Harry called his little tricks. This was the scene he enjoyed watching the most, the rift, the hatred, the betrayal -

Harry hesitated whether to take off his armor, and even more so whether to speak, because once he did so, it would mean that he would bear all the rebukes, hatred, revenge, and assassinations that would follow.

Silence, deathly silence. Percy seemed unable to hold on any longer. He covered his left arm and fell down in front of Harry. The meticulous and impatient man who used to pay attention to his appearance and rules now exuded madness.

Harry crouched down, choosing to remove his helmet.

Screams! Curses!

He looked at Percy's incredulous look and smiled wryly.

He raised his head and glanced around. Those people around him who once admired him now wanted to cut him into pieces. When one is not clear about the surrounding situation, the first person to push forward often becomes cannon fodder.

And now Harry has chosen to stand up on his own, which is far more painful than when he decided to go to the Forbidden Forest and face Voldemort alone.

The motivation that always supported him to move forward now turned into sharp daggers, stabbing him and making him bleed and cry.

"Harry, Harry!"

Percy knelt on the ground, straightened his back, and hugged Harry. The warm embrace made his heart tremble, and he tilted his head on Percy's shoulder.

Percy was stunned for a moment, then patted him on the back.

"I thought you were dead." He said with a slight tearful tone.

Percy still held out a glimmer of hope. Harry was here and he could move freely, which meant he might know something. He keenly noticed that the number of people here was not all, which meant there was another place. Was that where Harry came from?

The conversation between the two people here was not heard by many people in the distance. They slowly approached and wanted to know the truth. Why was there a sudden chase, escape and killing each other? Lovers, friends, classmates, this was simply the cruelest punishment in the world.

Harry shook his head.

Harry helped Percy up, "Have you seen Ron, Hermione and the others?"

Percy's heart sank into an ice cellar. His body, which had just held up, almost fell to his knees again. He turned his head back in panic. There were so many people around.

Seeing that Percy didn't say anything, Harry comforted him, "There's another place where all the professors are, and there are a few students. Maybe they are hiding there."

Percy shook his head, "I saw them both before. Ron was wearing the same green armor as you, and he floated up there, and there was someone there before him."

Harry knew that the other person was referring to himself, but Ron's armor was the same color as his.

"Boy, hurry up and commit suicide. What are you waiting for? Don't you see that some of your classmates are dead, some are injured, and some are seriously injured. If you don't save them, they will die."

Harry ignored it.

He supported Percy and slowly approached the crowd. Some of them took a few steps back, some looked angry, and some had lifeless eyes and red and swollen eye sockets.

Ginny had several sword wounds on her body, and Hermione helped her walk out, which made Harry's eyes light up.

"Harry, are you all right?"

Hermione noticed that something was wrong with Harry. There were no obvious wounds on his body, but his face was pale and his eyes were dull. He looked like a man who had abandoned all emotions.

what--

Hearing the familiar tone, Harry's eyes lit up. He walked up to Hermione and looked her up. Fortunately, she was not seriously injured.

But seeing her red eyes, it was obvious that she had gone through unimaginable mental torture in these few short hours, and Arnold was now lying on her shoulder, comforting her.

Seeing this group of people who were listless and had lost their fighting spirit, Harry walked up to a few seriously injured people and said, "Heal as before—"

They were a little stunned, looking at Harry with complicated expressions. When they were resting, they had used magic to heal each other, but the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands were consuming their magic all the time, causing their magic to be exhausted now, and they could not recover at all without time.

"Woo-"

A little boy suddenly rushed out, hugged Harry, and then burst into tears, crying so hard that he was out of breath. It was Colin Creevey. He had never questioned his idol, but when he saw Harry coming, he felt that everything was almost over.

Harry squatted down and patted Creevey on the shoulder.

"Why did you come out? A man in green armor just ran out from here. Is it you?"

I don't know what the question is.

"Yes--"

There were sounds of people gasping for air all around, and some people were disheartened. They even suspected that Harry was the mastermind behind this.

Creevey's body stiffened as he held Harry, but then he continued to hold him tighter, as if he had not heard the conversation at all.

Hermione looked at Harry. The thoughts that had been circling in her mind countless times seemed to have become reality at this moment. He understood much more deeply than ordinary people. The fifth knight, is this the legendary fifth knight?

No, Hermione shook her head. Ron was also wearing green armor and floating in the air, but he was controlled, which meant that Harry was the same.

She expressed her observations and thoughts in public, and gained the recognition of some people. In the eyes of those who trusted Harry, this was the truth. However, others, some people who had never liked Harry, thought that the girl who stood up was a fool.

No matter where you go or what you see, the worldview and ideas that most people gain are nothing more than a consolidation and expansion of prejudice. When there is a fact that is completely contrary to their own ideas, they will burst out with great resistance.

"You fart!"

A big Slytherin guy stood up. He looked very miserable at the moment, and was holding his stomach with difficulty. Harry had just healed some of his external injuries, but now the biggest wound was the knife on his stomach, which almost ripped him open.

He was not at all grateful for Harry's rescue. Instead, he thought that Harry was a hypocritical villain who was just spreading smoke screens to win people's hearts because he saw the truth was exposed.

"So what do you think?"

Harry was very calm, the reason why he stood here and did not tell all the truth to the young wizards was, firstly, to delay the old dragon above. Didn't he like watching these tricks the most? This kind of evil taste should always suit his appetite; secondly, to distract the old dragon's attention from the actions of Dumbledore and others.

The dragon that Harry was talking about was not really stupid. It was very surprised when it felt the familiar breath coming from the broken space. However, that young man actually followed several powerful ants to its nerve center. This required more thinking. Was he an enemy or a friend?

Can it return to its original homeland?

The old dragon was so stupid that he was tricked by Charles Slytherin's ancestor into this barren soil and drugged. When he woke up, his body and soul had been split into two.

The body was turned into a castle by a sinister guy to defend against Muggles who could be killed with a single breath, and the soul was suppressed forever in this sinful land, leaving behind an extremely ridiculous school motto: Do ​​not disturb sleeping dragons.

In his own words, he was simply ungrateful and had no shame at all, and everyone living in Hogwarts should pay the price for this.

The old dragon stared at the colorful liquid in front of him and made up his mind. He ate, drank and watched at the same time, determined to take revenge. As for his promise to kill everyone in Hogwarts immediately.

Are you kidding me? If I kill them all, I will be bored again, not to mention there are some restrictions.

He grudgingly allocated some of his energy to deal with those troublesome ants. One of them smelled very familiar, and he should be the current headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Did you secretly plan to kill us all?"

When Bart said this, even with his poor head, which was so smooth that it could slide down a slide even if he sat on the top, he could feel that something was wrong.

Some people who supported this view immediately showed signs of turning against the party. Although they were very angry, everyone knew that when the armor was put on, the body was completely controlled. How did those people die? This time, they were controlled and killed each other.

In order to avoid being killed by others, some people even run to strangers and actively use their magic power. Among those who survived, whose swords and guns were not stained with blood?

In such a life-and-death Gu breeding ground, the innocent people are the first to die.

But who can say that? They want to present themselves as pure and innocent, the kind that can have a memorial archway erected outside their homes.

"Definitely not. He has no reason to want to kill us all, and no motive at all."

A voice came out. At first, they were very scared when they saw the new green knight, until they saw a familiar person under the armor, and that person was known as the savior, then they felt relieved.

He even had the courage to question it, completely forgetting that the previous two massacres began with green armor floating in the air.

Bart thought about it and it seemed so. Harry was also wearing armor, but it was green.

Could it be that anyone wearing green armor doesn't have to join the Colosseum and can just watch? How come these two guys are so lucky?!

Bart was very jealous, but his hands were actually shaking because he had just stabbed a girl in the abdomen with a sword, and this girl was someone he had a crush on for a long time.

But there was no way, the arrow she shot was clearly aimed at him. Since you are unkind, then I will be unjust, so he took the initiative. However, he saw the girl's desperate expression through the gaps in her armor, and knew that he had been betrayed by his lover.

Bart felt very guilty. When everyone's armor disappeared, he stood up and walked around, but did not see any familiar figure.

At this time, Hermione analyzed the differences of the green armor with reason and logic. Some people felt relieved, lay on the ground, and gave up their guard.

Bart snorted coldly, then sat down on the ground, silent, but there was a faint panic in his heart. Where did she go? Did she know it was me? Would she forgive me?

Harry looked at Hermione gratefully. If he said it at this time, it would have the opposite effect. It would be seen as an excuse, an excuse. Only if it came from the mouth of an eyewitness who was present at the scene would it be more convincing.

"Hurry up, kid!"

The old dragon was getting impatient. Fighting with those ants had consumed countless energy. All the blood and magic power he had just sucked away had disappeared into thin air and were about to run out.

Either this guy dies, he carries a strong aura and some taste of time and space, he is really a beautiful treasure, or that group of ugly guys die, if not possible they might as well all die, the old dragon licked his non-existent back teeth.

He spat a few times fiercely.

"Make a decision quickly. Either you die or they die, or I will release the armor again and you can fight again."

The old dragon had a good plan. Harry would die first, and then he would kill the group of ants. If the ants died first, well - it was not impossible to consider killing the stronger ant later.

As for, as for the original little girl.

This was the reason why the old dragon hesitated until now. Otherwise, he would go down and kill them all. Where were they? He looked around for a few times but couldn't see them. Could it be that they were not in this castle?

Zhou Fu, who was being talked about, was picking his nose and leaning against a tree in an unruly manner. The pink cover had been completely shattered, and the remaining gas was blown towards the forbidden forest with the efforts of everyone.

The creatures in the forbidden forest are in trouble.

"A catastrophe, a catastrophe!"

The centaurs who were good at prophecy ran deeper into the cave with their luggage like crazy. They cursed Dumbledore madly, trying to shift the blame to others. It turned out that all wizards were bad.

Firenze was walking at the back. He took a lingering look at the castle floating in the sky, turned his head fiercely, and said goodbye.