Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Oh, Harry - are you all right?"

Dumbledore's attitude was so enthusiastic that Harry felt a little at a loss.

Harry felt a little guilty because he had run out without Madam Pomfrey's knowledge. He stammered, "I feel fine now."

At this time, Professor McGonagall slowly walked over from a distance. After seeing Harry, she sternly asked him to go back to the infirmary to rest immediately. At the same time, she asked Dumbledore and Snape to go back. The game without the referee and Dumbledore was like the West without Jerusalem.

These two guys came here and I really don’t know what they are discussing.

Harry looked at the three people's receding backs with some regret. Finally, he had to sneak back to the school infirmary and got into bed just before Madam Pomfrey came to check the beds.

Seeing her satisfied eyes, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

The man's words were still circling in his ears. Am I him? Or is he the future me? If the past self died, the future self would definitely not exist, so why did he say that there would definitely be a life-and-death war between the same two people.

As Harry pondered over this question, his head became increasingly dizzy and he could hardly bring himself to lift his head up. He then fell asleep and had a sound sleep.

Dudley opened one eye. He was familiar with everything that had just happened. Harry was back again, and his aura was much cleaner. He could not defy his destiny. Thinking of what might happen in the future -

Dudley covered his head which was still aching a little and spat at Dumbledore again.

On the other side, Harry touched his neck which was pinched red and still not healed, and looked at the magnificent palace, which was empty. There were two rows of soldiers at the door, providing strict defense, as if preventing him from escaping.

Hermann arranged him here and said something meaningful, something about this being his eternal home. Harry didn't quite understand it at first, until he went deeper into the palace and the true appearance of the palace appeared before him, he suddenly realized it.

On it was a sturdy mahogany chair, with two on each side, and the armrests were decorated with a dozen pearls of different colors. The faint scents mixed together and invaded Harry's nostrils domineeringly, making his head dizzy, and he walked towards the chair unconsciously step by step.

no--

The only consciousness I had was constantly struggling. This thing was too scary. Why should I go up there? I wasn't interested in any of this.

A set of dark green armor was quietly placed on the chair, waiting for the arrival of its destined owner.

Harry suddenly bit his tongue hard, and his mouth was immediately filled with the smell of blood. Harry regained consciousness until - walking forward, Harry suddenly found a purple pearl with a familiar halo on it, which almost instantly took away his mind.

This is, what is this?

The defense line that Harry had just erected collapsed in an instant. He threw away his armor and weapons, sobbing. He rushed forward a few steps, raised one hand tremblingly, and when he felt the cold touch, it was too late.

The armor seemed to have consciousness and automatically became Harry's underwear based on the current size of his body, with his small body occupying the huge space.

Hermann seemed to have been waiting for a long time and walked in respectfully from the door immediately. Behind her were three people in black robes, who hid their faces under their hoods.

"Welcome back, sir."

The four of them knelt down, as if they had already determined that Harry would accept everything that happened.

Recalling everything that had happened in the past, Harry was somewhat unwilling to be trapped like this. He treated the four people below as air and wanted to take off the armor on his body, but these things were just like his own flesh and blood. He only took off a little thumb cover, which was covered in blood and flesh.

Harry put it back on.

Just wear it, it’s no big deal, as long as you can still get out of this place.

but--

Can't get out at all.

Harry suddenly felt a little resentful. To whom? To this unfair world, and perhaps to another self -

The king of this world is back, and that man will lead them back to their original homeland.

In just half a day, the news spread explosively in various areas. Some people cheered, some were numb, and some were extremely angry.

But this has nothing to do with Harry. When they were in Sirius's secret room underground and their memories of sneaking into that mysterious space slowly recovered, Harry realized that he was talking to his future self across the distant time and space.

Hermann was kneeling respectfully at the side.

"Tell me, what is going on?" Harry glanced at Hermann, the woman who appeared around him very frequently.

"Your Excellency," Hermann said, choosing his words carefully, "The details of this matter are rather complicated. Allow me to explain it to you in detail."

Harry leaned back in his chair, looking at the ornate ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.

"Okay, go ahead—"

"Originally, all dimensions and time and space were running smoothly in their own orbits, following the normal development order and proceeding step by step. But one day, a vibration came from somewhere, causing a chain reaction, resulting in the distortion of time and space, and turning the future here into the past."

"In order to ensure that this space-time will not become cannon fodder in a catastrophe, you said you would go and take a look—"

Herman looked up at Harry, and when he saw that he had no reaction, he continued.

"Before you left, you told us that the real journey would begin when you return, but before that you need to make some preparations."

"But some guys thought you were dead, so they rebelled and fled the country."

"What is your true identity?"

Hermann was a little surprised. Although he didn't know why his master suddenly had this problem, he still obediently revealed his true form.

A beautiful, ruby-colored dragon.

"So I am too?"

"No, master, no one has seen your true body." Hermann was very enthusiastic. She prostrated herself on the ground respectfully, as if a great honor was about to befall her.

The three men in black robes at the back were shaking violently.

"How can you be sure that I am the master you are talking about?"

"Master, you love eating pearls the most." Herman continued, "Also, only you can get close to this place. Except for you, anyone who gets close to this armor will turn into ashes."

"What if I'm not? You can just let me near this place at will."

Hermann didn't say anything. If Harry wasn't one, then he would just be cannon fodder, returning to dust in the true sense of the word.

The life-and-death crisis had already occurred when Harry was unaware. He just felt extremely angry at this moment. These guys' indifference to life was like a thorn that pierced his heart.

"What about the guy next to me, what's wrong with him?"

"I'm sorry, Master. It's my fault."

Herman kowtowed and crouched even lower. "In order to welcome your return, we ask them to hand over their children every year under the pretext of testing the wizards' potential."

"The first thing is to go to that restaurant and eat. If you show any discomfort, you will be eliminated. Almost everyone will feel disgusted when they eat there."

“The very few who know a little bit about the inside story or have a unique taste will come to the next step.”

"Are all those people dead?"

"No, Master, they turned into pearls of various colors, adding to the beauty of this world."

What a wonderful language.

Harry suppressed his anger and continued to ask, "What do you mean by what you told me at the beginning - you lied to me?"

"I'm very sorry, Master. I don't have a very deep impression of this memory. It should be that the two worlds gradually merged, and I resonated with Hermann in the other world for a moment."

"So what is my next mission? Lead you to eliminate those traitors?"

"Master, when you left, you said that you would know what to do when you come back."

Harry thought about it carefully and it seemed to be true.

The guys who were still on their way looked at the earth so close and were very excited. The leader in the front suddenly became blurred, and his younger brother beside him asked nervously.

"Sir, how about we speed up and go in now?"

"No need," he seemed to have remembered something funny, and was in a good mood, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"We wait until the right time."

"Yes--"

"Would you make the same choice I did, Harry?"

The blue planet was shining with dazzling light, and a huge shadow fell upon it.

At this time in the Hogwarts infirmary, when Harry woke up again, there were many people around his bed. Hermione was sitting on a small stool beside him, holding a book in her hand, and her gray feather pen kept turning. Ron took a Quidditch history book and read it with relish, watching the flying figures on it, immersed in it.

Dudley also woke up, leaning against the soft pillows of the bed, biting a bright red apple.

Draco was standing outside the door, talking to Harry about something. Although the tone was very low, I could still vaguely hear some words like "stop".

Zhou Fu was the one closest to Harry, and was also the first person to discover that Harry had woken up.

"You woke up—"

"how do you feel?"

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't block my way." The proud Master Malfoy pushed away everyone in front of Harry's bed.

"It's not easy to see you lately," he said with a hint of sarcasm.

Harry smiled awkwardly. He didn't know what to say, but it was the fact.

Ron felt a sense of crisis. He hurriedly helped Harry up from the bed. At the same time, he pulled out the pillow behind Dudley and placed it behind Harry together with the existing one on the bed.

"Are you sick——"

Dudley swallowed the apple in his mouth and gave a fair evaluation.

Harry was a little flattered, "No, no."

Zhou Fulue stared into his eyes with some expectation, but the strangeness in his eyes made her a little disappointed. This shouldn’t be the case. Isn’t the future the one she’s going to?

This is the future, why would it still be like this to me?

Why is Zhou Fu always staring at me?

In the moment of lightning and thunder, Harry overlapped Zhou Fu's face with the face of the little girl who woke up at the beginning and surrounded him. They had the same black eyes, black hair, and the same expression.

"Where are the four eyes?" The soft voice approached nothingness.

wrong--

This might not be true, what if it was a trick of his? He was trying to sow discord between him and his friends?

"Harry, why are you unconscious? We were all worried about you."

Hermione asked worriedly as she closed the heavy book in her hands.

“I just went to a very interesting place.”

The old dragon was listening carefully in the space beside him. From its experienced point of view, Harry looked different after returning this time.

The turbid smell on his body began to become simpler, and a familiar smell was added to his body. Lao Long could probably guess who did these things.

It looked at Hermann beside it worriedly, and its figure gradually became illusory, as if it was about to disappear from this world.

Why didn't these guys leave? It was getting a little anxious, and it still had some questions to ask Harry.

Lao Long decided to drive them all out himself.

A tall and slender figure suddenly appeared in the corridor, wearing a pair of neat boots, tap-ta-ta-ta-

He looked particularly flashy in a black windbreaker embroidered with gold thread, and his red hair was always messy.

He knocked on the door and could hear Madam Pomfrey's surprised voice in the distance, "Professor Loffitt, why are you here so suddenly? Are you sick?"

After the old dragon turns into a human form, there is an invincible bug. As the actual owner of the entire castle, he can gain the favor of everyone here. The longer he stays, the more favorable the impression will be.

"I go--"

Madam Pomfrey's voice obviously attracted everyone in the room. They were very curious about this newly appointed professor by Dumbledore. He did not hold any position. Lockhart had been very wary of him, but after the two met for a few minutes, his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees.

This added a bit of mystery to him, and now that he suddenly appeared here, everyone had a bit more curiosity in their hearts.

What is he doing here?

"Oh, what's going on in there? It's almost time to go to bed."

Madam Pomfrey seemed to remember this matter only after being reminded by Professor Loffitt. "Yes, yes, they should leave here immediately and return to their dormitories."

Very good, Lao Long was very satisfied with himself. He could drive them back with just one sentence. He also did this for their safety.

Draco was the first one to be dissatisfied, but he couldn't say anything. Originally, Madam Pomfrey had agreed to stay here for a few more moments at their request, but it suddenly turned out like this.

It's really nosy of a man to take care of a mouse——

Harry didn't know how to explain Hermione's question, and this voice really saved him.

but--

Who was this so-called Professor Loffit? How come he had never heard of his name?