Harry Potter and the Rebirth

There were some noises coming from inside the house.

"Who's outside?" Harry, who had fallen asleep, suddenly felt something was wrong. He sat up from the bed alertly. Silver liquid seeped from the bed to under the bed, spreading little by little on the carpet, and finally outlined a footprint and half of a calf not far from the corner of the wall.

"Oh my god, when did they get here?" Luo Fitt quickly took a few steps back, with half of his body stuck on the wall and one arm sticking out of the wall. Then, he saw the remaining three people, and a hunchbacked, gray-haired old man who was gradually walking towards him.

His face was pale and mottled, his skin was orange and looked deathly, his eyes were cloudy, the whites and pupils were almost fused together, there were bloodshot eyes and large yellow patches, he looked like the man-eating wizards depicted in Muggle legends.

"is it you?"

Harry put on his slippers and walked over, the silver liquid flowing around him. He opened the door carefully, and then saw the old man who looked like Dumbledore standing at the door.

"Why are you here?"

The old man leaned on a black and red cane and trembled as he sat down on a chair in the house. He looked at the decorations here and then slowly spoke, "I just came to see you and to confirm some things."

He noticed a pair of silver boots in the corner, "Do you like this color?"

He pointed his cane there, and Harry noticed it before he could retract it.

“Well, I really like this color.”

Lofitt stood there unable to move. He certainly couldn't walk around in this state. It was all because of that damn little Potter.

Snape and Hermione walked through the wall and came into the house. Harry in his spirit state followed and was slightly stunned when he saw the figure sitting on the stool. They looked too similar. This was the first thought that came to the three people's minds. No wonder this made Harry look at him differently.

"So you are the legendary Lord Potter. My apologies."

Harry felt a little embarrassed when being called, especially since the person in front of him was so similar to Dumbledore.

I had no choice but to be humble and change the subject bluntly, "Whatever you want to know, I will tell you the truth."

"Are you—really Lord Potter?"

The old man's eyes suddenly became sharp, like two knives, piercing straight into Harry's heart, seeing him from head to toe, with nothing visible.

"Are you kidding me? If I'm not, then who is she?"

The old man touched his gray and curly beard, accidentally pulling out a few strands, and twitched his mouth in pain, "If you are really Lord Potter, why don't you recognize me?"

"I'm sorry, I've been through a lot over the years, so my memory is a little fuzzy."

Harry always felt he couldn't keep his composure in front of this guy. He suspected that this guy could kill him with just one hand. This sudden premonition made him even more cautious.

But a rational voice told him that if this guy was really that powerful, then why couldn't he get out of the cave, and why was he imprisoned by the dragon clan for hundreds or even thousands of years?

The old man stood up shakily with the help of a cane. Although it seemed that he was about to go to heaven to meet Merlin in the next moment, he should not be underestimated.

"What is that horse you brought back?" The old man narrowed his eyes and drew a line on the ground with one hand. Houyhnhnm appeared in front of him, apparently having fallen into a deep sleep.

He poked the horse's belly with the cane, lifted its tail and the silver hoof, and he looked extremely noble and mysterious.

Harry, in spirit form, came over. How did that guy get here? Shouldn't he have died in that space? Where was the little white dragon? Where did the little white dragon go again?

A substitution of a dead person for a dead one, a transplant of flowers and trees? Countless horrible speculations came to mind.

Hermione's pupils dilated infinitely. She thought of the Bible she had flipped through in another world, the prophecy of the so-called Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by Muggles, and the missing part of Hogwarts' school history. She stepped back slightly and hid behind Snape.

Although the two groups of people appeared in different dimensions, a terrible guess still made her body cold. Why did everything that happened now seem to be set? No matter how they acted, they would follow the original trajectory and never deviate for a moment.

Those who think they are the masters of their own destiny are actually running wildly along the destined track. Those who shout for freedom are actually covered in shackles. Those who have wild and unrestrained thoughts are actually following the rules of calligraphy.

Snape squinted his eyes and watched all this, then lowered his head to look at the silver boot on Lofitt's feet, squatted down and tried to poke it with his hand, then the shape of the silver boot changed slightly, and part of it flowed into Snape's hand.

He just raised it to the tip of his nose and looked at these things moving in his hands. He always felt that they looked familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

"Don't you already know this? You woke up before me, so you should know exactly what happened."

Harry asked back. In fact, he was the most confused one. What on earth had happened?

"No, I always feel that this guy is closely connected to you. Your fates are intertwined and cannot be predicted. At this level, it is impossible for you to be completely unaware of him."

Harry squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a while, then he remembered that when the castle rose and Hogwarts suffered a great disaster, the white horse he saw in the secret realm was also the one that carried him to the Colosseum and then disappeared.

But he always felt that something was wrong. The white horse over there was very loyal and seemed to have no ill will towards him, while the one here was full of calculation and was born with 800 more tricks than other lives. How could these two guys be the same?

Harry himself resisted, and the green armor on his body trembled and floated faintly, as if supporting his inner thoughts.

"How should I know?" Harry refused to answer the question. The old man's continuous questions and doubts had already made him a little embarrassed and annoyed. "Why don't you go to bed first? Or if you have something else, or your family needs my help to find, I will definitely do my best to do it for you."

The old man narrowed his eyes and suddenly moved closer. There was only gloom and indifference on his usually amiable face.

"I hope so. If you remember anything immediately, please let me know as soon as possible. I have a grandson who is about a teenager. Please help me find him."

"Okay." Harry was a little surprised to hear this. This old man looked like he had been locked up for hundreds of years. He didn't expect his grandson was only in his teens. So, looking at this -

"What characteristics does your grandson have?"

"You'll know when you meet him. He's actually a lot like me."

"But weren't you imprisoned there for a long time? How would you know what your own grandson looks like?"

"Who told you that I was locked up there? And how did you know I couldn't get out?"

Looking at Harry's stunned eyes, the old man pushed open the door and left with a big laugh as if he had finally won a battle.

Young people nowadays are reckless and impatient. They do everything based on their own guesses. I still need to teach them an unforgettable lesson.

Harry frowned and sat in the chair looking at the boot which was still motionless in the same place, except that its height had dropped a little. A silver palm print appeared on the side, and there was another line of subtitles next to it.

"Who exactly is he? Why does he look so much like Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Principal Dumbledore?

Harry took a deep breath, "Who is he? I don't know. I rescued him from the dragon prison. But what did he mean by that? Why did he say he could get out?"

All the scenes from the past appeared in his mind. First, because of his armor, he could temporarily transform into a dragon. He sneaked in and was discovered by the little white dragon, who then brought him into their nest.

He used a trick to let the little white dragon take him away from here. The little white dragon did not take him the normal way, but instead took him to a path leading to the bottom of the dragon's nest, where he saw the old man and many imprisoned wizards who looked particularly crazy.

Judging from the depth, it should be more than 300 meters underground. It is impossible for there to be other special passages, not to mention that there is a seal there.

No, where did the little white dragon take me?

Harry in soul state looked at his other self in deep thought, and remembered the purpose of coming here tonight. He controlled his arms, kept the subtitles still, and then moved little by little to the side of the other Harry, stood behind him, and floated carefully towards his chest.

Well, it's very flat. There is no purple round bead that Professor Snape told me about.

This shouldn't be the case, Harry walked cautiously to the bed, where the quilt was messy and there was a wand next to the pillow.

"What are you doing?" A voice suddenly came from behind.

Harry pretended not to hear and took a few steps forward. Suddenly, a face appeared in front of him. It looked exactly like his own. Their noses overlapped. Harry felt a little dizzy.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Snape's somewhat gloomy voice woke Harry up. He took a few steps back, feeling a little scared for a moment. What happened to him just now? Why did he feel like his consciousness was falling asleep and fading away?

No, it's too dangerous. Harry is sure that if he stays next to this guy long enough, he will be sucked into his body, and the two of them will eventually merge into one. Is this the reason why that guy brought him here?

The old man walked happily in the corridor. He threw the tricky white horse into Harry's room. In the dark corridor, his shadow was twisted into various shapes, folded into a long strip on the stairs, and turned nimbly at the corner.

When they arrived at the hall, the principal came over and the two of them faced each other in the dark. After a moment of silence -

"Hey, brother, you finally came out. I haven't seen you for a long time."

"That's right. If you don't come out, I won't be able to attend your funeral when you die."

The two elderly men, both over a hundred years old, hugged each other, patted each other's backs heavily, tacitly suppressed the desire to bleed, and after keeping a certain distance, they smiled again.

A faint curtain of light covered the place, and the figures of the two disappeared.

"You came back with Lord Potter?"

"Yeah." The man nodded.

"What did Lord Potter say?"

"He doesn't remember us."

"How is it possible? How could he not remember you?" The principal raised his voice, and his powerful voice was mixed with a sharp and delicate tone that sounded like a woman's, which was particularly strange.

"I tried several times and confirmed that he had lost that part of his memory."

"So what about him now——"

"Don't think too much. Even though the master has lost some of his memories, he is still a master. We cannot match or fight him."

"I know." The principal patted his sleeves. The doubts he had been having for the past few days finally had answers, and he was in a particularly good mood.

"So when you come back this time, will you continue to implement Lord Potter's plan?"

The old man nodded, his eyes revealing determination, "My Lord, you have saved my life. Even if a hundred years have passed, I still dare not forget it. I will ask you to find someone who may be able to help him."

"Who?" asked the principal curiously.

The old man gave the headmaster a meaningful look and said, "I forgot, but when Lord Potter asks you for help, you must do your best."

He walked happily with his head held high, and the shadow behind him transformed into a giant dragon. As he walked, his shoes were torn apart, and sharp claws jumped out, with scales faintly flashing on his neck.

The old principal turned around and looked at the back of his old friend in silence. Is it still not time yet?

The task assigned to him by Porter is indeed an opportunity, but now this guy has come out again, and I wonder how big the changes will be?

A string of beads suddenly appeared in the old principal's hand, with a golden thread passing through it. Inside, there were many souls struggling and wailing.

"You will not die a good death - the Lord will definitely see through your conspiracy and make sure you never reborn."

The old principal turned a deaf ear to the shrill howls. These were all wizards, wizards who had committed heinous crimes and had blood on their hands. Since no one was going to punish them, he had to do it himself.

If they cannot be convinced by reason, then they should be conquered by force. Even now that Potter has returned, this string of beads should be dealt with quickly, and they should be sent to the afterlife. However, there is still one guy -

The old headmaster thought of the Muggle who followed the Weasley brat during the day. That guy deserved to die.

The features on his face began to loosen and gradually transformed into another person.

Hu Yide, who was still traveling in the wilderness, sped up his journey with his keen sense of crisis honed from many life-and-death experiences.

The wind was whistling in my ears, and the huge dust storm that was spewing out from that land covered up all the lights between heaven and earth. When I was traveling at night, I couldn't see my hand in front of me, and I was the only one left in the pitch-black sky and earth.

Hu Yide's heart was gripped with anxiety. Run, run!

Run!