Harry Potter and the Rebirth

How could he not know that his memories were disappearing intermittently? ! Such a powerful force was instilled into his body, but he felt that he could not control it all, how could he not know? ! How could he not feel disgusted when he absorbed other people's souls as the basis for his own strength? !

When they settled down, they pulled his soul in. Obviously, it was useless. He said that the system absorbed external magic as fuel, so why did they use his soul? The souls they pulled in were all key points about Voldemort's Horcruxes. How could he not know about such precise memory modification and two contradictory statements?

Draco traveled through time and space, and suddenly his emotions changed drastically, and he became dependent on him, how could he not know? ! Being monitored by a strange creature with powerful power, his inner thoughts were controlled all the time, and his actions were even endangered by people around him, how could he not know? !

Qi Luo's figure crawling on the ground, his trembling body, and Bai You's evasive attitude, how could he not know if there was something fishy going on?! He never believed Bai You's lies, from the beginning.

This is also why he and Dumbledore signed an unbreakable contract at the very beginning. If you say that he is a saint, he admits it, but he would not be so soft-hearted towards someone who had been his enemy for a long time.

He even trapped his soul for such a person. It was not for Draco, but for the people he cared about. He wanted to give his cowardly self this extremely warm home in his previous life.

Including his friends, people he cared about, his dear godfather, his respected principal, and his soul mate. He was afraid that he would be controlled by this thing that suddenly appeared and would do something harmful to the magical world. No one knew how determined and ruthless he was in making this decision, or even whether he had the attitude of dying together with his enemies.

The relationship between him and the system is one of mutual exploitation and mutual defense. After the system showed the ability to control his thoughts and ideas, it was not just surveillance, but control like the Imperius Curse.

Harry felt even more disgusted and timid. If such a thing fell into the hands of Voldemort, he didn't know what the world would become in the future. He lived in fear every day...

Even after Voldemort escaped from the system, he breathed a sigh of relief. When he pulled Voldemort into his system, it was also a helpless move. In his memory, the only useful memory was that Voldemort sneaked into Hogwarts and stole the Philosopher's Stone in his first year.

Even though he knew that his soul would become unlike himself after absorbing it, he still made the decision. He even chose a cemetery for himself, in Godric's Hollow.

After Bai You let down his guard, he tried to extract the secret and drag him down with him.

But why? Why? Why did Gryffindor tell him? Why did they want to tear apart his pathetic self-deception? Why did they want to point out that he had actually been a puppet of that person for so many years? And they threw such a heavy burden on him, even death was not an option? ! Why did they have to break his ostrich-like mind, why!

It's like being in a nearly built iron wall, one person is awake, and the other is sleeping. Should I wake that person up and face the cruel reality with him, or let him die in his dream?

This is a difficult problem, and Harry chose to die in a beautiful dream, carrying his heroic dream with him, escaping from his cowardly mentality, and comforting himself by saying that he had tried his best.

When Harry thought of this, his eyes were already filled with bloodshot. He rushed forward and grabbed Gryffindor's neck fiercely with his hands.

Gryffindor did not resist. He just looked at the boy in front of him with pity. Anyone who could enter this space must have that thing on him.

Being chosen by it is both his luck and misfortune, and the life and death of this world depends on his one thought.

Harry's tears flowed down and burst out of his eyes. His body suddenly went limp, his hands drooped, and he fell heavily on the grass.

"Now I continue." Gryffindor seemed a little cold and inexplicably cruel at this moment. He ignored the earth-shattering anger of the boy in front of him.

Because thousands of years ago, everyone who knew the truth was disheartened, and the decline of ancient magic also began from this moment. Only a few people chose to struggle to find a way to survive in this cruel truth.

"There's no need to say more about what happened during those few days. The establishment of Hogwarts was not only to train wizards, avoid Muggles, pass on our own ideas, and build a refuge for wizards who were persecuted." Gryffindor stared at Harry, grabbed his collar, and forced him to look into his eyes. "It was also to wait for you, the destined person, the ray of hope that Ravenclaw mentioned."

Looking at Harry's lifeless eyes and cowardly expression, as if he was trying to hide himself in the illusion of the past, Gryffindor felt a little disappointed with him and shook Harry's body fiercely.

"Don't you understand? We have been planning for this for a thousand years. Slytherin went to find the truth and never came back. We couldn't persuade him and could only watch him throw himself into the tiger's mouth. Hufflepuff reignited the life of Hogwarts under such a serious situation, allowing it to continue to this day. Ravenclaw, because of seeing these things, predicted that your life span would be greatly reduced. In order to wait for this moment, I killed myself and used a powerful soul magic to trap myself in this space created by the four of us, which can block the lives outside."

Gryffindor's eyes were slightly red, but he didn't let the tears fall. "You..." he stretched out his tone and emphasized his words.

"You need to cheer up. I understand that you are being controlled by that thing now, but there is always room for things to turn around. This space is not monitored by it, you and I can discuss here, and the time is slightly longer than outside. He won't discover you when you go in and out."

Harry's eyes brightened and moved in his sockets, as if he had finally come to his senses. Gryffindor's words gave him some confidence. The four great wizards had been planning for a long time, and he was not alone to face these suffocating things. He finally found a ray of light in this gloomy future and could finally be freer.

Harry calmed himself down and recovered from his emotional breakdown. He felt a little embarrassed, but he was still upset with Gryffindor and there were some questions he was eager to know.

"You said he feeds on us? What does that mean?" Seeing Harry regain his composure and grasp the key point of the problem in such a short time, Gryffindor couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart that he was worthy of being the chosen one.

“He feeds on our souls.”

"Hmm? Soul, what does that mean?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"It's just like how we eat pork. The wild boars running on the grassland have delicate meat, which is chewy and bouncy, while the domesticated wild boars have less flavor. It's the same for them and humans."

"The more powerful the wizard's soul is, the more delicious it will be to them."

"What!!!" Then, Harry thought of his past life, the white-haired old man who said goodbye to him at King's Cross Station, his parents who died for him, the taciturn professor, and...

Harry clenched his fists tightly, his nails cutting the flesh of his palms, blood flowing out and dripping onto the green grass, anger burned in his heart, the flame of revenge made him want to kill those people right now.

He could not tolerate his relatives and family being insulted like this.