Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Why should I become a bad person?"

The image of a knife stuck in Harry's chest flashed quickly before his eyes. He slumped to the ground, leaning against the pillar with his back tired.

In everyone's world, they are perfect, just, and kind. Even if they do something bad, they are forced to do so. Even if they write in a diary, they are still lies.

He walked through the crowd and saw Dumbledore talking to every little wizard. He was about to arrive here, and there were some bloodstains on the corners of his clothes. Bart ignored it. Who doesn't have some blood on their body? Who is not exhausted?

Bart knew very well that as the person who witnessed the whole process of Harry's arm stabbing his chest at the closest distance, he would inevitably be interrogated.

Now even a fool would understand that the end of this great disaster was definitely related to Harry's actions. For a moment, Bart felt that he was a very bad person. As guilt surged up, it was suppressed by strong hatred.

Harry was like a mirror, reflecting the filthiness of his heart clearly.

"The people you save may not thank you, kid."

"I know."

Harry mended the torn seam on his chest and said with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Then you still," the words were concise but the meaning was endless. Lao Long was very curious. This was a little different from the script he wrote.

"Tell me, why did it all end when I stabbed that dagger into my heart? Why?"

The old dragon looked Harry up and down for a moment. This was not something to be kept secret. In order to satisfy his strong desire for knowledge, he chose to tell the truth.

"Okay, I can't hide it anymore, come out."

Cough cough--

As if there was a little embarrassment, the white mist in the distance suddenly condensed into a black figure, and then gradually approached, with a tall body, a heroic face, and an imposing aura.

"It's you?"

Harry looked at her in astonishment, a person who had never appeared in his inner list. He thought of Zhou Fu, the extremely mysterious girl (Achoo! Zhou Fu, lying on the bed, woke herself up with a big sneeze. Her hair was loose and she looked around with a dazed look. Who is thinking of me?)

I had thought about Dudley, who had a changeable face, and even took Bai You, who had disappeared for a long time, into consideration, but I had never thought that it would be someone like this, someone who should have escaped to the ends of the earth long ago.

"Gryffindor, why are you here?"

Gryffindor touched his nose awkwardly. He thought of that frustrating night, the incident at Hogwarts, his joy at being free, and also the frustration of Dumbledore suddenly showing up and pushing him back.

This is a transaction between two people.

"I couldn't resist Dumbledore's entreaties, since he is my junior."

The dead duck was still stubborn, and the old dragon and Harry suddenly had a tacit understanding in their hearts, one look at each other's wandering eyes and the other's tentative tone.

Harry did not expose it, but continued to ask, "What does this have to do with him?"

"You are very familiar with this old guy."

The old dragon looked at Harry and Gryffindor with some surprise. Judging from the tone of their voices, they must have known each other for a long time.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"It seems that you have a contract with Hogwarts. I was wondering how a second-year wizard could have some of the power of the headmaster. It seems that someone opened a backdoor."

Harry didn't respond directly, which meant he agreed.

The old dragon got the answer he wanted, glanced at the free Gryffindor and continued.

"And there seems to be something special about your identity. I sense a familiar aura."

The old dragon's heart was pounding. He wanted very much to get close to the man in front of him and sleep peacefully in his pocket. He whipped himself hard with his tail.

Both of them were stunned by Lao Long's behavior.

Harry thought for a moment, "Is it the so-called knight? From more than a thousand years ago."

"You're not talking about the Knights of the Round Table led by King Arthur in Muggle mythology, are you?"

The old dragon was somewhat disdainful and even sneered at the place that had been ruled for a thousand years by the so-called Germanic offshoots of the Muggles, the Anglo-Saxons, and was besieged by them with only a long wall like a fence. Even if they were defeated, they still had to use the Ah Q spiritual victory method.

Harry seemed to understand this myth, but it was different from the information he had looked up before.

He shook his head quickly, told the old dragon some of what he had found out before, and explained his guess. Gryffindor came back to his senses at this time, and he looked at this guy who seemed to know a lot of things with special curiosity.

What happened back then still had its limitations, and it would have been much better if we had argued from another angle.

"It does have something to do with the Bible, but it's really strange," Lao Long still can't figure out how the legend of their country changed and came into this world to become a part of the Bible.

Originally I thought it was just the inevitable result of culture and biological development and civilization, but now it seems that it is a complete copy. Lao Long has never found the person who created this book.

During the more than 1000 years of his coma, he roamed around the soul residences of the entire world and discovered some ingenious designs of this world. For example, the moon in the sky imprisoned all the souls on Earth in one place, creating the so-called heaven and hell, and implemented the contents of this book one by one.

And the seemingly honest guy next to him is not simple. The old dragon smells a familiar scent on Gryffindor. They are all geniuses.

It looked at Gryffindor thoughtfully, and happened to look into his eyes. Countless souls were struggling, twisting, and screaming, trying to escape. The old dragon that had lived for a thousand years was frightened stunned in an instant.

It calmed itself down and coughed a few times. He was just a kid half its age, so there was no need to be so scared. However, it still honestly moved its body towards Harry.

"Where were we talking about? Where were we talking about?" Lao Long just remembered the main topic of today.

"To put it simply, you have a special identity and are related to a certain knight in history. This armor protects you."

The green armor now formed a crystal clear jade bracelet with flowing golden silk threads inside.

"And you're also the headmaster of Hogwarts."

Harry was horrified, pointed at his nose and leaned over to ask.

"me?"

"Yes, it's you."

"But isn't Dumbledore the current headmaster?"

"He, he's a little weird too."

Lao Long once wanted to see them kill each other, but he wanted even more to see the powerful people cutting off their own hands and feet for that group of ignorant and arrogant people, and then going on a strange road.

So he told Dumbledore some long-forgotten stories, secretly avoiding the three people present.

When Dumbledore knew that he could end it all by stabbing himself in the heart, he disappeared without hesitation and then stabbed himself in the heart decisively.

To Lao Long's surprise, nothing happened.

Fawkes flew to Dumbledore's chest, healed his wounds with his tears, then angrily rushed to where the old dragon was and pecked him hard several times, leaving him with a wound on his head. This is why Harry had so much time.

He was obviously the principal of this school, and everything else fit in very well, but there was a smell about him that was the same as his own. The old dragon later thought about it and realized that he was a time traveler like Harry.

And the other one, another person in green armor, the old dragon had tampered with his soul. Now that the person has been sent to him, how can he turn a blind eye?

"When Charles Slytherin was building the school, he discovered the peculiarities of the castle and signed a contract while he was asleep."

Gryffindor filled in the blank.

Harry knew very well that this guy was just a fake. He looked at him strangely and Gryffindor smiled bitterly.

"If I catch that damn guy, I will destroy him to ashes."

Lao Long was so angry that two columns of smoke came out of his nose.

"Which means he can't hurt anyone at Hogwarts."

The Gryffindor nodded.

"That's not right. Those who died in the Colosseum—"

“They are resurrected.”

Although I cannot kill him, I can use someone else to kill him. But I have to be soft-hearted at the critical moment, Lao Long complained in his heart. In another space, Aben, who was stuck in the groove, could not move his body awkwardly. He opened his eyes and saw a brand new world.

Gryffindor had concealed another partner, and he saw at a glance that this disaster was the work of that person, and then he roughly connected the whole story together.

Harry noticed this keenly, but said nothing. He sat weakly on the ground, waiting for his strength to recover.

"So you're going through all this trouble just to make them bleed a little so you can regain your usual strength?"

Lao Long nodded.

"Whether we die or not doesn't really matter to you, does it?"

The old dragon felt that there was something wrong with this, but his thick nerves forced him to agree with what Harry said.

Harry took a deep breath. "Then why did you create a life-and-death situation? And why did you tell me how to break this situation?"

"I can answer your first question because it's fun. I'll tell you another piece of news. It's not a life-and-death battle. The control of these armors can be broken free. Aren't you an example of this? You are the first person to break free. If you continue to stay in the armor, this game will become even more cruel."

"That means some people have managed to break free." Lao Long nodded.

Harry was a little incredulous. "If they broke free, why did they use their swords to cut their companions?"

"Others haven't broken free. If you don't chop them down, they will chop you down."

"You are so vicious."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"So you told me the solution because you wanted to watch the show?"

"I didn't think so at first," but wasn't he threatened later? The old dragon thought of that damned girl. The days thousands of years ago when she was used as a mount and lived in darkness were simply embarrassing for him.

"and after?"

"Then I felt sorry for you!"

Well, this guy isn't telling the truth again.

"In fact, you guys owe me something. I'm just taking back the part that belongs to me completely."

Oh?

Gryffindor and Harry's eyes turned to the old dragon.

"Aren't you training here? Every bit and every millimeter of your magic power growth comes from me."

Now Harry felt a little embarrassed. He was afraid that this group of people might become the legendary parasites, relying on the life of the host to strengthen themselves.

The old dragon felt genuine joy watching Harry choke.

"The four hourglasses."

"It actually has nothing to do with that. I felt my tail become lighter, and my mind quickly returned to reality from a distant time and space. I moved my body, and then the entire Hogwarts took off into the air."

"So we just happened to be there, right?"

"You could say the same thing."

"Where's your tail?"

Lao Long turned his head away. Could he tell these things? Anyway, he would definitely not tell this guy.

"The knife that stabbed me in the heart."

Lao Long didn't want to say it, because no matter how thick-skinned he was, he would still feel a little embarrassed in front of the person involved after he said it.

"Whether you poke it or not, this secret realm will end." Gryffindor looked at Harry lovingly.

"Is this why you're here?"

The Gryffindor nodded.

Harry felt mixed emotions for a moment. He thought he had harmed all of them, but it turned out to be just a coincidence. He also thought he had saved all of them, but it turned out to have nothing to do with him.

I was too enthusiastic and rushed forward with everything, but in the end I ended up with nothing.

This kind of fearless attitude and determination to die turned out to be a game, with everyone watching his ugly behavior in secret.

This is even more ridiculous than being besieged by everyone and being regarded as the next Dark Lord after world peace.

In front of those powerful people, they are just clowns, and the purpose of their every move is to provide emotional value for them.

The irony is that some people don't even have the ability to provide emotional value, and they just die.

The glass wall in Harry's inner world shattered a little more, and some of his original emotions turned a light gray.

Gryffindor saw it all and was delighted, once again admiring that person's method of besieging Wei to save Zhao, making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, killing two birds with one stone. On the surface, it seemed to be helping the old dragon recover, striking at Hogwarts, striking at the vitality of the British community, and weakening Dumbledore's prestige, but secretly the real focus was on Harry.

Looking at his aura, Gryffindor was ecstatic, thinking of the day when his master truly came, the whole world would prostrate itself at his feet, and he, the great hero -

The old dragon looked at the poor child with pity. This time it did not feel like it was being controlled, but rather felt heartbroken from the bottom of its heart.

"Harry——"

Harry ran to the glass wall, knelt on the ground with her arms open, and pressed her face against the glass wall, hoping that Harry could feel her warmth.

Harry regained his composure.

1 The author's damn desire to survive. In the image of the old dragon, he comes from another world and looks down on everyone equally, except the protagonist and Dumbledore, as well as the four founders of Hogwarts. This is not the author's point of view.

There is still prejudice against red-haired people in the UK today. These red-haired people were defeated by the Germanic people, called Celts, who were later driven to Ireland, Scotland and Wales in what is now the UK.

In the text, Harry has black hair and white skin – Roman orthodoxy, Ron represents the Celts, and Malfoy symbolizes more of the Germanic people.