Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"The little girl said that she found a way to see Harry."

"What does it have to do with me whether he sees Harry or not? He's not going to die." Snape said with a hard mouth but a soft heart, his eyes fixed on the movements of Hermione's hands.

"Besides, why do you trust her so much? Is she really reliable?"

"Don't worry." Lofitt looked meaningfully at Hermione standing in front of him, then looked at the parchment in her hand, "She will succeed."

The violently shaking continent returned to stillness, and the world finally quieted down. The dark clouds in the sky had spread layer by layer until all the light in the world was completely extinguished. Everyone was in panic. Hermann looked worriedly at the deep pit that suddenly appeared. She looked at the mirror in her hand. There was no reply from Harry yet.

"You, you, and you, go and investigate. Be sure to go and come back quickly. Meet up here in 12 hours. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Three figures dispersed around.

Herman looked at the empty basin, and in the midst of worrying about Harry, she felt a little confused. Why did she feel that the land was so peaceful? She even felt a little heartbroken after seeing it destroyed.

No matter what, she waved her sleeves and sent someone to find out what happened. How many people died in the disaster? How many people survived? Where will they get help next? Where will the survivors live? Has Hogwarts been affected?

She lowered her head and looked at the mirror again, but it was still white and there was no response.

On a cliff, looking from a high place, you can see a large sunken area in the distance. There is almost no sign of life there, and it is desolate. Doomsday has come to that land, and the ruins are expanding outward at an unparalleled speed. Unfortunately, the few people on the tooth can't see it, let alone feel it.

The man who looked like Dumbledore was the first to wake up after being brought here by Harry. He looked at his free body and the empty environment he had not seen for a long time, and laughed out loud.

Even such a harsh sound did not wake up the three sleeping people. He noticed that the boy who saved him looked particularly familiar, and there was a little white horse lying next to him.

There seemed to be another life form next to these two people. His vague sixth sense reminded him, but his body was too weak after just waking up. He could only regulate his breathing and store his strength on the spot. The reality made him give up the idea of ​​exploring.

After a while, Harry woke up. He felt dizzy and there were many familiar people chattering around him.

"Who the hell is this guy? Why can't I sense him?"

"How should I know? Master Priest, this is the nth time you have resurrected us?"

"Let me count them——"

"Okay, stop counting on your fingers and see if there's any way to wake this guy up. It's not going to work for him to just sleep like this."

"What did I do to my finger? It's mine." A neurotic voice said angrily.

There was a moment of silence, and then a new round of quarrel began. Their topics were all over the place and changed very quickly.

Harry roughly understood some of it while pretending to sleep. He didn't know what was flowing into his body. These things were composed of various different consciousnesses combined together. He was also limited by space and could not leave more than ten meters away. So now hundreds of people were crowded in a small space.

As soon as this thought came to mind, there was another chattering sound nearby.

"I can move now! I can move now! I was almost squeezed to death by you guys."

"Shh, don't make any noise, is this guy awake?"

There was a moment of stalemate, and there was silence as dead in my ears. The only sound I could hear was one person's breathing and some rustling sounds.

Harry opened his eyes, and his dark pupils were filled with mysterious silver lines, like stars scattered in the sky, silently telling the secrets of billions of years.

"What's your name?" He looked at the old man who walked to his side, and was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw the old man with a smile on his face, sitting on the teacher's desk, shouting "crybaby, scum" to the people below.

"My name is Nicholas."

"What's your full name?"

"Oh, little guy, it's extremely impolite to ask someone's name like this." Nicholas turned around and slowly sat on the ground. Every movement seemed to consume a lot of his energy.

"You look familiar to me, what's your name?"

"Harry Potter—"

The old man turned around in surprise and stared at Harry's face carefully, from top to bottom, from left to right, from eyebrows to nose, and from neck to ankles.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You, how old are you now?"

"I should be -" Harry thought of himself in another world, "I should be 14 years old now?"

"Who are you kidding? I'm old, not stupid." Nicholas roared at Harry angrily. This answer clearly showed that he didn't treat him as a normal person.

Nicholas muttered, "I just noticed something was wrong with your eyes. You smelled the same as the horse next to you."

"Yeah." Harry nodded, indicating that he understood, and then fell silent, quietly feeling those noisy souls just now. Was he the only one who could see them?

Nicholas felt a little bored. After so many years, the first normal person he met was unexpectedly a taciturn person, and a bold and nonsense kid.

"Don't you want to know why I was locked up there?" Nicholas looked at Harry proudly, trying to find some expression on his face.

Harry remained calm and unmoved, ignoring such a passionate gaze.

He only felt genuinely tired, as if thousands or even millions of years had passed in an instant. He had experienced so many things that everything seemed like a floating cloud.

I don't know when the little white horse woke up. Its eyes were rolling around, and its huge pupils reflected Harry's reflection. Behind him were dark clouds, and he looked extremely terrifying.

"Oh, kid, why are you exactly the same as those boring old guys? It's a pity they are dead, otherwise if you could meet them, maybe you would have a lot of common topics." Nicholas decided to shut up and let the little kid feel his anger.

"You--" Harry began, his voice a little hoarse, but with a hint of unquestionableness.

Nicholas quietly opened his eyelids, but he didn't expect Harry to look at the little white horse and snorted coldly.

"Who is he? Where did he go?"

The little white horse pretended to be pitiful and ignorant, staring at Harry with its big watery eyes.

Harry stood up, approached in an instant, and then stomped the horse under his feet, the tip of the wand pointed at his head, emitting an ominous green light.

"Oh, no, no, we need to offer sacrifice to the Lord, why are you here? Oh my God!"

"How did the priest turn into a white horse? Who cast the vicious curse on him?"

"Shut up now!"

There was a howl of pain, Harry's eyes rolled around, a smile formed on the corner of his mouth, he leaned close to the horse's ear and whispered a word.

A flash of silver light flashed from the little white horse, as if it wanted to attack Harry, but it was all absorbed by him.

Huiyan never expected that he would be discovered the moment he opened his eyes, even though he thought he was hiding well. But how did this guy know his identity?

Could it be——

"I know what you are thinking. Tell me now. Don't try to hide it from me. Where is Xiao Bailong?"

The white horse still did not move, as if it were a clay statue, its white hair blending into the sand on the ground, looking particularly desolate.

"Split into pieces!"

A bright red blood cross suddenly appeared, but the little white horse still remained silent.

The first, the second, the third—

Harry seemed to have fallen into a magical state at this moment. The black pupils of his eyes were completely swallowed up and turned silver, which then invaded the whites of his eyes.

"Hey, boy, boy!"

Seeing that the little guy seemed to be in a state of magic, Nicholas grabbed a stone nearby and smashed it hard at Harry, causing bruises. Harry shuddered in pain and woke up instantly. Then, looking at the unknown creature below covered in blood, he stepped back in fear. One of his feet happened to step on the edge of the cliff, and a small stone suddenly loosened, fell from the sky, and landed heavily on the bottom of the valley, scaring the lizard that had just escaped death into a sweat. It fled in panic holding its belongings.

"Thank you." Harry looked at the white horse under his feet, and the noisy noise in his ears sounded again.

"Healed as before——"

After healing the little white horse, Harry tied it up tightly, then looked at his hands in a daze. When he was casting the spell just now, he actually still had a trace of consciousness. Watching the blood spurting out, it was an indescribable pleasure, as if he had supreme power.

The silver in his pupils invaded again, and this time it even stained the ends of his hair. No matter how much Nicholas screamed, it was useless. Finally, when the green armor on Harry's body reappeared, it brought him back to consciousness.

Harry sat on the ground, holding his chest and breathing heavily. He was a little afraid to face what he had just done and the cruel thoughts in his mind.

Just now, a thought suddenly magnified infinitely in his mind, like a white dot on black paper. He would just repeat it infinitely until he completely remembered the black dot.

That was Voldemort, the poisonous snake lurking deep in Harry's soul, watching in the dark, carefully disguising himself as a harmless and pure soul, and giving Harry a fatal blow when he lost consciousness.

Harry decisively pinched out that piece of soul, then spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as paper and he had been severely injured. The remaining consciousness of Voldemort had already achieved his goal. He left the seeds of cruelty and bloodthirstiness in Harry's heart, which would instantly grow into towering trees with only appropriate rain and soil.

In this world, it was impossible for Harry to maintain such an environment. He split his soul countless times at the beginning and was forced to merge with other people's souls.

From that moment on, his current fate was already determined, but Harry in another soul state remained the most complete himself.

"Harry, Harry - wake up, wake up."

"Don't shake him. This little giant is sleeping like a dead pig. He has no idea that the world outside is turning upside down for him. He feels safe hiding here."

"Okay, you have a mouth like that. No wonder some students say that every time you speak it's like you're spraying poison that can kill people."

Snape was about to open his mouth to refute, but when he saw Harry slowly waking up, he couldn't resist his worry. He squatted down and looked at Harry lying in Hermione's arms.

"How do you feel now, kid?"

"Professor?" Harry was horrified. After all, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Professor Viper in front of him, asking about his health with a kind face. He was definitely more terrifying than a ghost story.

Snape's face turned stern again. Harry was more familiar with it now. He answered tentatively and looked Snape in the eyes, "I think - I'm okay."

"What kind of bullshit answer is that?" Snape slapped Harry on the head, and watched him hold his head and howl. He was relieved when he saw that there was nothing unusual. He finally put on his professorial airs, stood up and glared at Harry.

"What are you still doing in Hermione's arms? Get up quickly."

Hearing this familiar voice, Harry felt as if he was still in a dream. What happened before was still vivid in his mind. What he experienced was too magical. Only now did he feel a sense of solidity as if his feet were rooted in time and place.

"Harry, what on earth happened to you? Where are we?"

Hearing Hermione's voice above his head, Harry rolled over and crawled to his feet, looking at Hermione with an awkward smile.

"Well, it's a long story, but where did you find me?"

"Let me make a long story short. We saw you right here when we arrived. There was no one around. It was right below."

Snape frowned. Such a desolate land and such a sad scene made him feel a sense of grief for the others.

Luo Fit stared at the land, feeling somewhat sad. The world was so vast, yet so cold-blooded and cruel. If he were to float on the water, he wouldn't even be able to control his life or death.

"Oh, there was an earthquake here just now. There was a huge mountain range in the deepest pit, but there was an underground layer underneath. After I went down, I saw that space ruptured, just like a bubble being punctured, the ground collapsed, magma surged out, and the erupting volcano will flood the entire sky. That's right!"

"Did you really not see anyone just now?"

The two people in front of him shook their heads, and Snape ignored Harry.

"Then how did you get here? Logically, I should be the only one allowed to do this."

Loffitt and Snape's eyes fell on Hermione.

Harry was a little surprised, "Oh?"

The little girl was a little shy, her cheeks flushed, "Actually, this is all thanks to you."