Harry Potter and the Rebirth

After dinner, everyone in the auditorium dispersed. Occasionally, a few students were reluctant to leave and wanted to take another look at Lord Potter, but they were ruthlessly grabbed by the ears by the professors who were leaving and thrown out with a scream.

In just a short moment, the originally bustling auditorium was suddenly left with only four people, and four souls that they could not see.

Harry sat in the middle, with the headmaster on his left, the old man who looked like Dumbledore on his right, and the other one, Weasley, who was left behind by the headmaster.

For fear of being discovered if they were too close, Harry in soul state and the other three people hid far away and watched them talk, but could not make out what they were talking about.

"Harry, how about I go?" Hermione tugged at Harry's sleeve and volunteered.

"Just be patient." Harry patted her hands. "We don't need to know what they are talking about. We just need to wait until that guy is alone and then we can ask for his help."

Hermione was still worried whether the guy was willing to help, but seeing Harry's confident look, she did not express her concerns.

Soon Weasley left, and Harry left too, leaving the other two old men sitting in the teacher's seat, not saying a word, looking at each other, like two dolls.

"Hurry, keep up!" Harry in soul state was running in front, and the other three people did not move. Until the two sides were ten meters apart, an invisible force pulled the three of them over.

"Look now, we don't have to move." Luo Fit spread his hands, with obvious excitement and excitement on his face. He hasn't had this feeling for many years, and it's really strange to try it now.

Harry turned around and watched the three people whose images of stability and reliability had collapsed in his mind. Even Snape -

Snape coughed awkwardly a few times, then lowered his eyebrows and avoided Harry's eyes.

Harry, who was strolling in the corridor ahead, immediately stopped, turned into a small door, and walked out of the castle in two or three steps.

"What does this guy want to do? Why did he go so far?"

No one knew what he was trying to do, but fortunately, the four of them were in soul state, and now the students and professors had returned to the classroom or office, and there were almost no people in the corridor.

The portraits on both sides of the wall are also very sparse. The silver substance floating in the space can avoid being discovered as long as you move stealthily.

Harry passed through the wall and caught up with him.

This was obviously the back of Hogwarts Castle, covered with green moss and brown vines. The vines had leaves of various colors growing on them, like a colorful snake, covering most of the back.

"Split into pieces!"

Harry Cheng used a spell to cut the vines, but it bounced back unexpectedly and almost hurt himself. A black hair fell in front of his eyes. He caught it with his hand and looked at him in silence.

Behind the castle is a huge forest that stretches as far as the eye can see. The sun has not yet come out and the sky and the earth are gloomy. The endless green is covered with haze until the skyline and the two merge into one, shrouded in mist and looking very strange.

However, Harry didn't care about all this. He broke into the forest alone.

At the entrance of the forest there was a game keeper. He was very tall, almost six or seven meters tall. If measured by the height of a normal wizard, his height would definitely be extremely exaggerated.

If measured by the size of a giant, then he is equivalent to a teenager.

The giant sat obediently at the entrance, holding a long wooden stick in his hand. The stick was a pulled-out tree with all the branches and leaves pinched off. The roots underneath were wrapped into a ball with the giant's fist and then poked here and there.

When the giant saw Harry coming, he stood up excitedly and pounded his chest with his fists to express his excitement.

Unfortunately, Harry did not understand the giant's language. He could only look up and see the giant, who had no ill will towards him, expressing his intention to go in and the goodwill he carried.

Harry flew into the air until he was at the same height as the giant's head, then slowly moved closer, looking into his gentle and friendly eyes and approached him with confidence.

Then he patted his head. Even though the giant was treated like this, he was not angry. Instead, he showed an expression of enjoyment. He moved his butt to the side, revealing a dark passage with all kinds of vines and weeds growing inside. It was emerald green at first, mixed with a little sunlight from outside, making it seem exceptionally quiet.

But later, the deeper we went, the denser the trees became. The branches and leaves on each tree were stacked layer upon layer, blocking out the sun and blocking the outside light from entering, creating a pitch-black darkness.

Harry had already broken in.

"Should we go over there?" Hermione held Harry's hand in his soul state, obviously a little scared. This Forbidden Forest was different from the previous life. Just by standing outside, one could see layers of corpses piled up inside.

"Let's go. There's nothing to be afraid of. We are not on the same level as the species in this space. Even if something happens, they can't hurt me. On the contrary, we can see--" Harry's next words fell silent.

"What did you see?" Lofit asked curiously.

"Nothing, we'll find out when we get there."

Of course, I want to see how many magic schools there are in this area. Has the one that originally settled in the Forbidden Forest disappeared?

With this thought in mind, the four people carefully passed the guarding giant and went deeper inside.

Even if they hesitated for a moment, they lost track of Harry.

Fortunately, Harry in his soul state still had some silver substance left, which he could use to locate that person's position.

Two teams, one in front and one behind, were running quickly in the forbidden forest. One team, due to its strong strength, had no fear of any conspiracy, tricks, monsters or poisonous insects, while the other team regarded itself as having no contact with this world and moved quickly and boldly.

"We're here. This is it."

Harry held his wand and walked through the dark and narrow forest. The light became brighter as he walked forward, as if a cemetery had been dug. Although the brightness was still not as expected, it still clearly illuminated everything in front of him.

This is an abandoned castle complex, just like another magic school, but no one has used it for a long time. There are many huge cracks on the walls, some small animals live here, and tenacious plants grow from the cracks. There is no sign of any human activity.

"This should be it." Harry muttered to himself, and walked into the abandoned building. Then he looked behind him, feeling the breath getting closer and closer, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's coming pretty fast."

The light inside the castle was dim and dusty, and paw prints could be seen occasionally, as if some animal had made this place its home.

Harry closed his eyes, felt the magic around him, turned around, and ran straight to a place very quickly and without hesitation, as if he had turned on a navigation system.

The closer you get, the more light you can see, soft silver light and faint golden light. As you get closer, you will see a dilapidated house at the innermost part. There is a big hole in the wall of the house. Some unicorns are coming in and out. When they see the people coming, they gather together vigilantly.

The one standing in the front was about seven or eight years old, with a strong body, and looked at Harry with vigilance.

Harry knew very well that unicorns liked women but not wizards. In order to achieve his goal, he put his wand at his feet and raised his hands to show that he had no hostility.

After seeing the unicorn's attitude soften, he slowly approached.

He squatted down and said very gently, "I'm sorry to bother you. I just want to ask you a question. Do you know where the centaurs are?"

Hearing this familiar word, the unicorns became a little restless. Some of the older ones showed indignant expressions in their eyes and looked at Harry with a little hostility.

The unicorn in the lead was very calm, its silver hair glowing in the darkness, noble and elegant.

It nodded obediently, because it could feel that the wizard in front of it was not someone to be trifled with and was well-intentioned. With its unique wisdom, it immediately made the most correct choice.

The unicorn turned around and consulted with the tribe behind it, then nudged Harry's clothes with its horn and rushed in front of him.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

The unicorn nodded.

Then the beast and the man left one after another, turned a few corners, and disappeared from sight.

"Let's go, the direction has changed again." The four people who had just arrived at the castle saw the abandoned building and probably guessed what had happened.

"What happened back then? Why have the changes been so great?" Hermione finally couldn't help but explore the past history of this space.

However, no one could give her an accurate answer.

"I'm not particularly sure, but I'm sure it has something to do with it."

"what?"

"Pink mist."

Harry's answer made people feel nervous. Indeed, this thing did not appear in this space from the beginning to the end. However, with the other world's understanding of this highly diffusive thing, how could it be so easy to destroy him and not find him in any information?

No one can know.

Even Harry is currently in the process of exploration, and one of his purposes in looking for the centaurs is to find out what happened in the past.

This race has a talent for divination, but thousands of years ago, after the great changes, they disappeared into the Forbidden Forest, and almost no one knows of their whereabouts.

They also disappeared from everyone's sight with such legends and regrets. However, the unicorn clan is indeed active in the Forbidden Forest, and not many people dare to take advantage of them.

The last person who killed a unicorn had received the most terrible curse and ended up living a life worse than death.

Another purpose is that there is an undeveloped conversion hole in this forest. According to the headmaster, this was originally a strategic reserve for Hogwarts and would never be used unless absolutely necessary. This secret has been passed down from generation to generation by headmasters.

Now Harry was going to visit.

The leader of the unicorns stood on the grass in front, feeling a little uneasy, obviously smelling a dangerous scent.

"It's okay, thank you, just bring me here." Harry found footprints that belonged to centaurs around him, as well as a few strands of hair hanging on the trees. Not far ahead, there were traces of bows and arrows being polished. This should be the place.

The unicorn seemed to have been granted amnesty. After nodding at Harry, it fled away as fast as if it was running for its life. It was obvious that this place had cast a deep shadow on it.

As Harry was observing the environment, several centaurs lurking around him held bows and arrows, their cold arrows emitting a faint light. They lurked in the haystacks like poisonous snakes, staring at the invading outsiders.

The leading centaur had sharp eyes. He hid behind a big tree, concealing his breath, and carefully observed the strange visitor. He looked very familiar and gave the centaurs a sense of special danger.

But every time he had the thought of harming someone, there was an inexplicable force behind him, as if he would die the next moment if he took action.

The horse people, who pride themselves on having a close relationship with heaven, earth and the divine, are unwilling to do something that goes against their inner intuition.

But how should we treat this stranger from outside?

The leading centaur made a decision in an instant. He grasped the bow and arrow in his hand, deliberately made a huge noise to attract Harry's attention, and then gradually revealed his figure from the darkness.

The man's face was unexpectedly young. At first glance, he even looked like a teenage boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, but his temperament was so mature that no one could underestimate him.

"Young man, what are you doing here?"

"Dear Mr. Centaur, I am here to ask you a question."

The centaur, relying on the talent of his tribe, was about to do some divination, but when he looked up and saw the gray sky, he had to give up his plan.

"Young man, you've seen it too." He pointed to the sky, "Most of our clan's abilities rely on astrology and divination. Now that the world has changed drastically, we have no way to deal with the hidden vitality. We can only let you return empty-handed."

Harry shook his head. "If that were all, I wouldn't have bothered you. But I have a tool here that might help you clear the obstacles in front of you."

Harry's words attracted the centaur's attention. He watched the young man take out a crystal clear glass ball from his storage bag. The ball emitted colorful and fragmented light, shining on the faces of the two people and reflecting the fanaticism on the centaur's face.

"Where are you from?" The centaur rushed forward a few steps excitedly and swallowed.

"You don't have to worry about where this thing came from. Can you help me with divination now?"

Facing Harry's request, the centaur regained his composure, "What do you want to know? I can't reveal too many secrets to you."

"It's not a secret, but some things that happened in the past. There was a gap in the wizarding world outside, so we don't know much about it. But I heard that the centaurs can look back to the past and look into the future, so I wanted to ask for your help."

The centaur froze in place.

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