Harry Potter and the Rebirth

There was some movement in the distance. Harry and Snape recovered from the shock of the aurora and then focused their attention on the noisy place.

There were giant parts scattered around, with a burning smell coming out of them and sparks popping out from time to time. There were many dense dandelions floating in the sky above this area, and Harry was keenly aware that they were all pink.

Further inside was a cover with a slight glow, inside which one could clearly see various figures flashing.

Dumbledore, Dumbledore—

The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. Harry found Dumbledore's figure appeared next to a piece of ruins. There were huge rocks all around. It was extremely silent and extremely strange.

"Let's go there quickly."

Snape took Harry's hand and the two of them squatted down, just behind a small hill.

"Wait a little longer."

With years of experience in group battles, Snape decided to stay put and wait for the enemy to show up.

Harry looked at Snape deeply, and finally chose to believe Snape's decision, but secretly commanded the old dragon. The fool in his pocket squirmed a few times, then flattened, and then the envelope began to heat up.

Snape noticed the noise coming from Harry's side, but didn't ask any more questions.

This doll had too many secrets. It didn't resemble James at all, but looked a bit like Slytherin. So he just let it go, remaining calm and staring at Dumbledore's every move in the distance.

Harry lowered his head and took out the envelope, and Zhou Fu's handwriting slowly appeared on it.

"Professor McGonagall asked you to come back and give her an explanation."

This was really the worst news. Harry shuddered and felt that he had to share the burden with Snape. He raised the envelope and almost touched Snape's sullen nose.

Snape's expression remained unchanged. He waved Harry's arm aside impatiently and cursed him in a low voice.

Seeing that he couldn't do it, Harry gave up his intention to joke and started to feel the situation on Ah Ben's side.

The old dragon cursed as he passed through one space-time crack after another and came to a place about ten meters away from Dumbledore.

Its huge eyes stared at the ruins, and it sensed some subtle atmosphere. What on earth was this?

The entire red house had been razed to the ground, and no enemies were seen. Only a huge hole was left, with a warm yellow glow inside.

No one went in.

They were all watching the leader's actions.

Dumbledore slowly pulled out a long and thin prop from his pocket. One end was an ear with a magic mirror, and the other end was a black bead that moved around like an eye.

Dumbledore put this thing into the cave and put his ear close to it. Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he suddenly realized something, and sometimes an excited expression appeared between his brows.

This left people around confused.

This will be a problem if no one goes in. How can they take those wizards away if no one goes in?

With no action being taken, the group of people below began to get restless. They looked down at the blood-red magic eye in their hands. It was surrounded by tentacles that pierced into their flesh and blood and slowly wriggled.

This is an extremely evil formation that has been lost since ancient times. It requires the sacrifice of dozens of lives and then sets up a huge killing formation within a one-kilometer radius.

The red room is the center of the formation, and in modern times this kind of thing is collectively called alchemy, which needs to be used in conjunction with runes. It just so happens that Dumbledore is a master in this area. He and his deceased friend Nick Mellor have done in-depth research in this area and have made great achievements.

"Want to go in?"

"Now that we're here, wouldn't it be a shame if we didn't go in?"

The two powerful wizards walked into the cave together. Seeing Dumbledore and Grindelwald gradually disappear, the people present breathed a sigh of relief. Some of them even started to joke and imagined their future vacation.

If there is a problem in this world that cannot be solved by two people working together, it will be useless for them to go there.

Lao Long sighed and followed him, not because he was following the boy's orders, but because...

The giant octopus far away in the Black Lake in the Scottish Highlands was happily splashing water at this moment, with the Weasley twins' flying brooms flying around him, and from time to time he would shoot one quaffle after another.

This made Gryffindor very happy. The powerful auras in this school were much less, so he could play without restraint.

However, Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared by the lake, looked sternly at the wizards who were still fighting, and angrily dragged them all back. She took these mischievous wizards into the castle. She also wanted to go and see how the Potions class taught by the teaching assistant was going.

I hope nothing serious will happen. Slytherin and Gryffindor have classes together, and there is no powerful teacher to suppress them. McGonagall remembered that there were a lot of emails that needed to be replied to in the office. Her temples started throbbing and her expression became more serious.

The Weasley twins followed her tremblingly, and could even tolerate Peeves' provocation. For a moment, they seemed timid and cowardly.

"Let's hurry over now!"

Harry's bad premonition became stronger, and this time she almost wanted to pull him by the collar and tell him to go find Dumbledore immediately. She really couldn't wait any longer.

Snape remained where he was, motioning for Harry to go on his own.

Harry looked at him, but finally said nothing. Dumbledore once said that he could entrust his life to Snape, and he must have a reason for doing so.

Harry turned and left. As he left, Snape's expression, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, began to shake slightly.

He lifted the robe on his arm and looked at the extremely hot Dark Mark on it. He knelt respectfully. A group of people slowly appeared. The one leading them had no hair or eyebrows, and his nose seemed to have been cut off.

"Owner--"

Bella walked up to Snape with a little dissatisfaction, turned around, and said sarcastically, "Look who this is? Isn't this our famous Professor Snape? The famous potion master."

"The most damned fence-sitter!"

She lowered her voice and whispered viciously into Snape's ear.

Snape knew that he might not be able to go back today. As early as last year, he had already gone against his former master. If the Dark Lord had merged that part of the memory, the next moment would be an Avada Kedavra.

"Bella! Come back."

Bella's thin cheeks flushed. She was surprised that her master called her so intimately, and she stood obediently behind Voldemort.

Tom looked at Snape who was kneeling there with a headache. This scene was not within his calculation range, and Dumbledore did not tell him that Snape would suddenly appear.

How could he put him back safely while maintaining his own image?

This is really a huge problem.

However, there is one thing that is indispensable, and that is the dignity of the Dark Lord, which no one can violate.

"Nagini—"

A gigantic snake hissed out from the crowd, with a thick body, scales glowing in the darkness, sharp fangs, and saliva next to the fangs.

This made some timid wizards nearby stiffen their bodies, and then they moved to the sides a little at an imperceptible speed.

"You should know—"

Tom raised his voice, intentionally maintaining his moody image.

Snape crouched lower, "Crucio!"

A dazzling red light broke through the dark sky and fell on Snape. Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his pale face and fell into the snow piles on the ground, forming tiny pits one after another.

Snape clenched his teeth, his black hair completely covering his face, the cold ground slightly soothing the throbbing pain in his body and the cutting from his soul.

Tom wants to quit while he's ahead, and Dumbledore will definitely be unhappy.

Bella watched Snape's miserable condition with interest. After more than a decade of torture in Azkaban prison, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The great master must have had his own reasons for not killing Snape.

"expelliarmus!"

Harry's figure suddenly appeared. He looked at Snape who was rolling helplessly on the ground, his heart burning with anger.

Tom's wand was blown away, and Bella pointed at Harry angrily, with a green light faintly forming at the tip of her wand.

"I come--"

Snape collapsed on the ground, feeling a little touched, but still wanted to scold the little bastard. What time was it? He was still trying to be a hero here. It was not like he couldn't Apparate. He had endured such a painful experience in vain.

After hearing her master's voice, Bella respectfully stepped aside. It was her problem just now.

This is the master's prey.

Tom was wearing a loose black wizard robe, and the strong wind around him blew the pink dandelions floating in front of him a little to this side.

Some people just felt an itchy nose and then sneezed violently.

Bella burned all these things with a blazing flame in disgust, with such force that she almost burned her colleague to a crisp.

Harry took a few steps back, put on several layers of armor to protect himself, protected Snape behind him, pointed his wand at the resurrected Voldemort, and looked alert.

The atmosphere was already tense, and it would be awkward if Tom didn't take action. It looked like Dumbledore hadn't told Harry that he was the resurrected Voldemort.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Without any nonsense, Snape struggled to stand up, but the power of the spell was too strong, and he fell into the snow again.

Harry reacted very quickly. He dodged slightly to the right, turning the stone into a living rabbit, and actively welcomed the Killing Curse.

The stone was blasted into powder. Tom raised his eyebrows and became interested. He pretended not to notice the shocked expressions of his subordinates behind him.

He took a few steps forward and bewitched her with words, "Harry, you are excellent. Among all the people I have seen, you are one of the most talented."

Harry didn't waste any words. He was torn into pieces, shattered into pieces, and burned with flames. He used his most proficient weapon, Exploiting You, and used Apparition very skillfully to successfully stop the still-nagging Voldemort.

The battlefield between the two men moved from the ground to the sky, and the fight was fierce.

This time Tom was not the real resurrected Voldemort, he just replaced his identity, so there was no blood connection between him and Harry, and the so-called golden bridge was not formed.

“A flock of birds!”

A large flock of birds carrying stones in their beaks flew towards Voldemort. Tom easily smashed the birds to pieces, and dust scattered in the air.

Harry showed an expression of "as expected", and Tom realized that this spell was just a cover, and the real killer move was in the powder floating in the air.

Something entered his nostrils. It had extremely strong penetrating power. It ignored all kinds of protective barriers, drilled into Voldemort's body, and began to destroy his internal structures.

Harry had made a fatal move. From the moment Voldemort appeared before him, he had no intention of letting him leave here alive.

"Ah! Master!"

Bella's eyes were bloodshot. She ran forward madly, her fluffy hair flying in the air, and shouted the spell viciously. The Death Eaters behind her also came to help, but most of them just stood there to put on airs and did not contribute. Some even stayed at the end of the team and ran up to Snape to try to get in touch with him.

"Hello, I have long admired my name."

Snape wanted to stand up very much, but the dandelions floating around him pressed him to the ground. He controlled his mind with his superb brain-occlusion technique, but that was all.

The body is paralyzed and the magic power disappears.

Yes! These pink dandelions can make the magic power in the wizard's body gradually decrease over time.

Snape was now in a defenseless stage, and his situation was even more difficult than when he was a teenager. He looked at the man in a black robe who was running towards him, listened to his incoherent words, looked at the huge jewels on his fingers, and the golden hair sticking out of the black hood.

"Lockhart! You—"

Snape whispered softly, close your ears and listen!

Lockhart was very clever in reinforcing the surrounding area layer by layer. He helped Snape up and let him lean on his arm.

"Go save Harry!"

Snape didn't dwell on why Lockhart was here; Harry's safety was the most important thing at the moment.

Lockhart pulled off his mask, blinked his sky-blue eyes mischievously, and said softly, "He probably doesn't need my help."

Snape was puzzled. Snape looked over and was stunned.

There were already many fewer people in the group. Although they were clearly being besieged, Harry gave off an aura of being worshipped. He floated high in the air, with an empty wizard robe covering his skinny body, and his messy hair standing up unruly, one strand after another. He was not hurt at all, and not even his clothes were torn.

Bella was like a clown. Her attacks were easily neutralized by Harry. Even the killing curses that made people feel like they were facing a formidable enemy seemed to be cast by a two or three-year-old baby and did not hurt at all.

Harry's emerald eyes were extremely calm, his clothes swayed slightly, and the dandelions beside him secretly formed a crown, crowning him. He glanced coldly at the group of people below, like a proud king.

Snape was speechless.