Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"He, he's back——"

The office immediately became quiet.

In Dumbledore's portrait, a red bird burst into a startling burst of fire and rushed out of the office.

"Fox, take a good look at it for me."

The loud chirping sound echoed throughout the entire Hogwarts. The teachers and students who were still in class looked out the window at the same time. Peeves, who was playing a prank on the little wizard in the corridor, suddenly became quiet. It looked at the child with expectant eyes and the slightly excited little lion, and no longer entangled with it. It turned into a puff of gray smoke and passed through the wall.

"How can it be so bold? Professor Loffit will definitely teach it a lesson."

"Don't gloat over other people's misfortunes. You are the one who is often scolded by the professor—"

"It's true that there is no other pot that cannot be opened."

Harry was completely unaware of the commotion here. He devoured some delicious stir-fried dishes. It was no exaggeration to say that these were almost the most delicious things he had ever eaten in his life. In the past, he had a very bad life. The mushrooms were almost enough to make his eyebrows fall off.

The dishes were full of texture, some grainy, like spices.

Jerlan stared at Harry intently, as if he wanted to poke holes into his face.

Harry noticed something was wrong and slowed down his chewing. "Why are you looking at me?"

Jerlan slowly poured two glasses of red wine, handed one to Harry, and drank the other in one gulp.

“Do you think this dish is delicious?”

“This is absolutely the best thing I have ever eaten in my life.”

"Really? You think your cooking skills are good, but some of them taste terrible?"

He asked again without giving up. After getting Harry's affirmative answer, he looked ashen, and then said slowly, "Oh, so that's how it is."

Then, Harry was pressed against the wall unexpectedly, with Jerry's hands tightly gripping his neck. Harry was too weak and he had just used a lot of magic power. His five-year-old body was not enough to support him to cast spells so frequently.

"You, you want to kill me—"

Harry's cheeks turned red, he uttered a few words intermittently, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, his heart felt like it was being cut by a blunt knife, bleeding profusely.

Jerlan was controlling Harry the whole time, while his other hand groped around his chest and pulled out a small dagger.

Harry struggled desperately, but at this time, Jerran was like a small giant. The power of his wrist was very strong, and all kinds of spells attacked his skin, just like tickling.

Staring into his eyes, Harry wanted to launch a mental attack, but he didn't expect that Jerlan closed his eyes before him.

"Although I am very close to you, I am very sorry. Do you know what is in these dishes?"

"what?"

Harry seemed to notice something.

"You've seen those people jump into the hole and know that they will turn into beads one by one in the next moment, right?"

Harry's stomach was churning, and the boundless feeling of nausea and suffocation was desperately squeezing his living space. Jerryan laughed strangely in a low voice.

"Only those guys over there would think this stuff is delicious. These things are made by burning people to ashes. They are more hateful than wizards."

Jie Lan recalled the tragic past and the miserable conditions of his compatriots. Now the person who was prophesied to lead that tribe to rise and return to the top was right in front of him. How could he not hate him?

As for, as for, Jie Lan remembered the red figure, deliberately ignored the dull pain, and increased the strength in his hands.

Harry struggled desperately, but it was no use.

"This body has been kept in captivity by me and has become extremely fragile. On top of that, you are being too kind-hearted—"

"Did you take me that route on purpose?"

Although Jie Lan did not explain, his expression clearly showed his agreement.

Harry felt his brain go blank, and then his perspective suddenly floated upwards, looking at the body below that seemed to be getting softer and softer, and the dazed Jerlan.

Died just like that? The person in the prophecy died just like that? This is such a ridiculous thing, and what about me——

The door of the private room was kicked open. Herman looked at everything in front of him angrily. An old man with a white beard followed behind him, screaming, questioning, and being angry.

The letter-like prop given by Zhou Fu played a different role at this time. It emitted a faint blue light that only Harry could see.

Jerlan was tortured half to death by Herman with the Cruciatus Puncture. His shrill voice hovered in the small room, "I trusted you so much, and you dared to betray me."

The white-bearded old man standing nearby seemed to see something. He felt that there was something in the space ahead, but when he stretched out his hand, he could not see anything.

At this moment, Harry looked at another self with curiosity. This self possessed most of Voldemort's soul and the best memories of his previous life.

"Who are you? Are you me?"

They spoke in unison, looking at the familiar broken glasses, messy hair, thin face and dry lips.

One Harry was uncontrollably sucked into the body of Little Harry. Before he left, he winked at the Harry in mid-air and said, "Maybe we'll meet again."

Harry was extremely excited about this novel feeling. If there really was another him in the world, what a happy thing that would be. They could accompany each other, encourage each other, support each other, and understand each other best.

"Wake up, wake up!"

The old man with white beard was very excited. His eyes were shining as he looked at little Harry lying on the ground dying. Hermann threw Jerlan on the ground like garbage. Bright red blood dripped from Jerlan's mouth onto the soil bit by bit.

Hermann turned a blind eye.

The props Zhou Fu gave seemed to have completed their mission. They slowly turned into crystal spots of light and gradually dissipated.

Watching Hermann leading himself and a white-bearded old man out of the room in a menacing manner, a row of armored soldiers were waiting outside the door to greet them. Jelan on the ground floor seemed to have lost all his strength and slowly closed his eyes.

"I, I am unwilling—"

Harry didn't know what he should do at this moment. The world around him suddenly turned into pixels that began to weaken and grow larger. A handsome young man appeared in front of Harry, and the two came to the sea of ​​consciousness that was extremely familiar to both parties.

"Do you like the gift I gave you?"

Harry felt a little lost. Although all this happened very briefly, it left a very deep impression on him.

The man posed a dilemma to him.

"Is everything that happened there true? Are you lying to me?"

The man suddenly came closer and pointed at his face. He said word by word, "Do you think I'm talking nonsense when you look at me now?"

"Anyone can change my appearance. All they have to do is drink Polyjuice Potion. My hair should be easy to obtain with your ability."

Harry was a little unconvinced. One fact he was unwilling to admit was that those imaginary villains and demons in the past now seemed to be himself.

"I don't understand, I really don't understand." Harry collapsed slightly, his eyes were wandering and his expression was nervous. Every scene in the past was actually telling him that everything that happened here was inseparable from him.

"Time is like an Ouroboros. Normal perception is the past, present and future, but in fact there is no difference between them. They exist simultaneously in the same dimension."

"So what do you mean? The ones who are about to invade the Earth are actually escaped wizards from the future."

"Bingo! You got it right. I'm sure my IQ is the highest. I get it right away."

"Then why did you still do such a ruthless thing when you knew it was your past self?"

“If we don’t take ruthless action against our past selves, then our future selves won’t exist.”

"Then can I have a different life?"

"But we would disappear, including you, Harry."

"So, there were actually no other invaders from the beginning to the end, right?"

"If you understand it this way, it is actually correct. For us, this is a battle for racial survival."

"That's wrong!"

There is obviously something very illogical about this. What on earth are those beads? How can people eat each other?

When Harry raised his question, the young man smiled softly.

"Do you think we can return to the way we were after all that we've been through? In order to be able to return home, we have to give up some things."

"Does that mean you can eat people? How can you be called human if you abandon public morality and order?"

"Then do you think that a person who follows public morality and good order can survive until now?"

"Can you disregard everything for the sake of survival? What's the difference between you and a beast?"

"Wizards are never superior to humans, and there is no difference between us and beasts."

"I need to verify it myself. I don't completely believe what you say. I want to go back to Hogwarts."

"Where are you going back to?"

"This is not nonsense."

"By the way, I have good news for you. We will be here with a large army soon. You must be prepared for war. Only one person can survive in one time and space."

"That's not right! If you kill your past self, how can your future self exist?"

The young man smiled, he looked mysterious. Harry looked at the face that was very similar to his own and felt disgusted for the first time. He would never become so cruel and indifferent.

"I know that I was uneducated in the past. I liked to copy Hermione's books with Ron. Passing a grade was the most important thing in the world."

Harry turned around decisively as if he had been hit in the sore spot. As expected, the person who knows oneself best is oneself, and knows what kind of hurtful words can be said to make others feel at a loss.

"One day you'll understand."

Harry stood at the mouth of the whirlpool, watching the young man gradually entering the whirlpool, "Will we end up in a life-and-death battle one day?"

"No, you die," the young man pointed at Harry and said shamelessly, then pointed at himself, "I live—"

"Oh, by the way, since we are the same person, I won't keep you in suspense. In order to ensure that my relatives and friends can survive this cruel war, I hope to turn them all into beads. This requires your cooperation. Gryffindor knows how to do it."

"Of course this is to make you believe that our godfather, Sirius, is living a good life now."

"You were the one who killed Sirius!"

Harry wanted to rush in, but when he opened his eyes with anger, he saw the clean and tidy school infirmary. Madam Pomfrey was busy changing Dudley's medicine.

"Harry! You're awake! I thought you were going to sleep for a few more days? How are you feeling? Are you feeling better? Do you want anything else?"

Madam Pomfrey asked about his well-being. Harry suppressed the anger in his chest and scratched his hair a little embarrassedly. "Thank you, ma'am. I feel fine now, but why is this castle so quiet all of a sudden?"

Pomfrey was a little surprised at this time. Harry was obviously only staying in the school infirmary, so how could he notice the silence outside?

"Oh, they should all be by the Black Lake now, playing their second round."

"What, did time pass so quickly?"

"Harry, it's been nearly ten days now. If you don't wake up, we're going to--"

Madam Pomfrey was very worried, but fortunately Harry was recovering well. After he promised to take a good rest, he ate something lightly and persuaded Madam Pomfrey to go outside to visit the patient on the pretext that he wanted to sleep.

Finally, Harry sneaked out. This was the second game! He wanted to see Hogwarts win.

At this time, Snape and Dumbledore were not watching the game on the field, but came to the quiet castle. All the little wizards had left here, and it was very quiet and empty.

The two walked in the corridor outside and stopped at a secluded corner.

"Severus, do you have something important to talk to me about?"

Snape took out three test tubes with a complicated look on his face. "In fact, the thing you asked me to study has already produced results."

"Oh?" Dumbledore was not very surprised. She seemed to have expected it, or to have confirmed her guess.

"This thing is actually——"

"What is it actually?"

Dumbledore demanded.

"It was actually created by wizards a long time ago, but it was permanently banned. The batch we got now has been improved and enlarged. It can be done at my level. There are more than five wizards in the world who can succeed if they know the method."

Snape's Adam's apple slid down nervously, and looking at Dumbledore's encouraging eyes, he spoke tentatively.

"That actually means that the enemies we face are never the so-called alien visitors, but the current group of wizards."

The voices grew fainter and fainter, and the truth grew more horrible.

If it was a powerful alien creature that drove them away without them being able to fight back, then that would be easy to say. A dimensionality reduction attack, inability to resist, and leaving everything to fate, this seems easy to accept.

But if it is another possibility, this was a complete conspiracy from the beginning to the end, and that group of people lurked in the dark and made up a shocking lie, what purpose did they want to achieve?

Dumbledore and Grindelwald team up?

It was Grindelwald who tricked Dumbledore.

Snape clutched his wand tightly in his sleeve, staring at the smiling old man in front of him with scrutiny.

There was no denial, no rage, and with a creepy smile, Snape didn't know whether his choice to show his cards was right or not, but there was no other way now. The wizards' living space could not be squeezed any more.

"Professor Snape! Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Harry's voice came from afar, Dumbledore turned his head, and Snape breathed a sigh of relief.