Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"I'm sorry." The little boy said timidly.

Ron helped him up and brushed the dust off his back. "Watch out for people when you fly a kite. The kite string may scratch others."

The little boy turned his head to look at his kite and found that the long string was held in the hand of another older brother. His eyes were bright and full of the vitality of spring, like a lake of intoxicating spring water.

His face suddenly turned red, "Thank you, brother. I will be careful."

Harry quietly dispelled the evil curse from the kite string, then let go and stepped aside.

The little boy immediately put the matter behind him, held his kite and ran to a distant open place. His friends behind him followed him and played and fought with him.

"I didn't expect you to take action." Ron looked at the red mark on Harry's hand, with a trace of blood seeping out.

Harry nodded, his face expressionless, "You know what you should do. I don't want to be cruel to you, do you understand?"

Ron took a deep breath, stepped back a few steps, and walked behind Harry, "I understand."

Watching Harry's back as he walked away, the boy looked over quietly. What a contradictory person. The black ink on the white paper was disgusting, but the white spots on the black paper were particularly dazzling. He was a clear person who could be seen through at a glance and was very comfortable to get along with, but he was as bland as white water.

People are like old wine, mellow and strong at first taste, and time witnesses the growth of their charm. It is not the wine that makes people intoxicated, but people themselves, making people unable to stop.

Plain water is necessary for people, and aged fine wine is also what people desire. They look for different answers at different stages of their lives.

The boy was still naive, and to him, the aroma of wine in the alley seemed particularly intoxicating. He suddenly postponed his thoughts of revenge and asked Xiao Ba to follow behind him and not to take any action.

He wants to see this person.

"What are you still standing here for?" He had a head of black hair, fair skin, emerald green pearls, and a thin and tall figure.

Looking at the distant scene, the boy suddenly felt a little jealous of the guy named Ron.

"Here I come." He smiled and ran towards Harry.

Harry suddenly felt dazed for a moment, and one hand unconsciously placed on his chest, where there was a small round ball protruding.

Ron, how are you doing over there?

The time spent worrying about friends is very short. Harry and the fake Ron soon met Grindelwald. Rosier behind him was still looking at him kindly.

"Teacher." Harry called softly.

"Thank you for your hard work, kid. Have you been hurt too much during this time?"

Grindelwald walked around the round table in front of him, came to Harry, hugged him tightly with his arms, and buried his head in Harry's neck, like a loyal sheepdog.

Rozier was a little surprised. She looked down at her shoes, where there was still some snow that had not melted. As she watched, the snow evaporated.

"Teacher, I'm fine, don't worry."

The fake Ron at the back felt a surge of emotions in his heart, for he knew the man in front of him. Back then, those guys who claimed to be high-ranking officials had tried every possible means to contact the rulers of the wizarding world, and he was one of the targets.

Unfortunately, although some channels were found later, the composers had disappeared one after another, and the contact channels turned into horror legends, and no one dared to get involved anymore.

I didn't expect to meet you here today.

"Kid, you're here too."

Grindelwald was chatting with Harry, and Rosier smiled and pulled the fake Ron to a small corner, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

This woman is very dangerous. Fake Ron's alarm bells rang at the same time. Recalling what Harry had said to him, he tried to hold his breath and let his face turn red. "I'm sorry, I don't think I can betray my friends, don't you agree?"

Fake Ron really meant it when he said this.

Rozier's sincere eyes burned her. She smiled without saying anything and patted Ron's shoulder. "Good boy, I was right about you."

Ron's shoulder tilted to the side, and a silver thread that was imperceptible to the naked eye bounced on the other side. It made a beautiful start in the wide jungle of black hair, and then jumped onto Rozier at a speed that even light could not surpass.

This is a force that this world has never experienced, and it is overwhelming for any life.

It was a very subtle sound, but Ron was close enough to hear it. He secretly cried out in alarm and took a few steps back, pretending to be panicked and holding onto the table behind him, using the sound of the table legs shaking to drown out the slight noise.

Harry and Grindelwald sat on the small sofa. Dobby suddenly appeared, holding a cup of black tea and a glass of orange juice, his eyes filled with tears.

"Oh, I didn't expect Dobby to see the master here again. Damn it, Dobby can't share the master's worries." Dobby began to punish himself madly when he put the drink in his hand on the table beside him.

Dobby's sudden appearance diverted Grindelwald's attention once again.

"Well, Dobby, it's not your fault."

Harry looked at the scars of all sizes on Dobby's body. It seemed that this was not the first time he had punished himself in this way.

"I order you not to harm yourself again. I also want to give you a task. Can you complete it?"

"Oh, great Harry Potter, it's my pleasure."

The small body curled up on the ground.

Harry came closer and whispered a few words in front of Grindelwald. Dobby showed a look of surprise on his face, and finally disappeared from the spot quickly.

Not long after it left, Harry asked, "Dobby, is it willing to leave Hogwarts?"

"It is very loyal to you, and also extremely loyal to Hogwarts. These two things make it very difficult for it to be caught between them." At some point, the almighty first Dark Lord began to see a place for other lives.

"The principal—"

"Harry, first of all we have to say sorry to you. There are things that Dumbledore wants to hide from you, but I want to be honest with you."

Harry's eyes moved, and something sparkling flashed in his sparkling eyes.

"You say."

Looking into Harry's eyes, a picture suddenly flashed before Grindelwald's eyes. The prophecy made since the day Harry came finally had a slight change at this moment. The figures suddenly disappeared, and the protective barrier like a big cover turned into foam. Dumbledore had tears in his eyes.

On the other side, the number of people confronting each other gradually decreased.

Grindelwald's eyes widened. He took out his wand decisively, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything to his former student.

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

The sudden change made him lose his composure. Grindelwald knew that he was already at a disadvantage. He could no longer continue to speak hypocritically. The sincere deception just now turned into an extremely fragile thread.

"Harry, tell me honestly, what are you--" This should be the last words Grindelwald left in this world. A black bead fell into Harry's palm in the blink of an eye.

There is a vigorous vitality flowing slowly on it. As the deepest and most mysterious color in the world, it also reflects a person's character and quality in a sense.

Harry put the bead gently into his pocket and kept Ron company.

He looked up at the sky. Is this what you want me to do? he thought to himself.

Rosier was already unconscious on the ground at this moment. A strand of white hair suddenly appeared on Harry's head. The fake Ron stood aside and dared not speak. He swallowed in fear. It was very shocking to witness this scene with his own eyes.

This is more horrible than killing someone in person.

"She, is she going to do this too?"

Harry said nothing as he gently picked up Rosier and placed him on the table. This gentle and kind elder always gave him the greatest encouragement wherever he appeared. He was like a huge net that caught him steadily when he was falling and helped him escape from the hustle and bustle of reality.

"Correct."

Rosier is gray with a hint of yellow in it. She loves Grindelwald so deeply that she loves someone so much that she is willing to change the original appearance of her soul.

There's one more in my pocket.

Harry opened the tent and looked at the two people guarding the door who were still unaware. He ordered, "The teacher had something to do in advance and left first. He asked me to take charge of everything next."

This was a very normal arrangement. Grindelwald had explained it to the two people before Harry came. However, Ms. Rosier was not there, which surprised them. She seemed to say that there were still some things she needed to explain.

One of them expressed his inner doubts.

"She left it to me."

Well, it's very normal. Almost everyone naturally thinks that Harry is the next generation heir. After this rumor spread widely, everyone feels that Grindelwald is back on track and he has a successor.

"Come in and give me a detailed description of the situation here."

Harry was in the tent, and outside the railing outside the tent stood the little boy flying the kite. He was holding the kite string and looking at him blankly.

Harry greeted them and then lowered the curtain. The two men at the door had already gone in.

"Hey, why are you here? Go back with your sister."

"Sister, there was a brother who was particularly gentle just now."

Seeing the little boy pointing at the tent, the girl was horrified and said, "How many times have I told you not to come here? I'm going to tell my parents when I get home. You can't go out for a month."

The little boy pouted in grievance. Being so innocent, he didn't understand the stakes involved. The adult girl touched her brother's fluffy hair and looked thoughtful on the way back.

The time and space travel channel welcomed two new guests. Like the previous guests, they came to the Novice Village. This time, the Novice Village was away from the joke shop and came to a majestic mountain range.

Here, he met the adult versions of Harry's trio.

When Grindelwald came out, Harry was a little shocked. He looked back and saw another elegant lady. Her white hair was a gift from time, and the wrinkles on her face bore witness to life.

"I'm surprised that he would send you here, but one person is better than the other."

"Mr. Grindelwald." Ron greeted him in a familiar manner, and then was pulled behind him by Hermione. She glared at him in reproach, "What are you doing here?"

This is the famous first generation Dark Lord. He was terrifying when he was trapped in the tower. Now that he is young and strong, isn’t he even more terrifying?

"Harry, you should call me teacher, right?"

Harry said, "You are just his teacher. You have nothing to do with me. The Dumbledore of this world is dead. I tell you this in advance."

"Since you call me teacher, then when a teacher asks a student a question, the student should answer truthfully, I think, right?" Grindelwald seemed not to hear it. He felt annoyed as if he had been fooled, and after seeing the exact same culprit, his anger became even more unbearable.

"Mr. Grindelwald, before we confirm your purpose, please stay in this simple place for a while. You will be free soon."

"Oh, Harry, boy, you are so crazy." Rozier covered his mouth and turned his head to look at the dim door.

In another world, Dumbledore sensed that Grindelwald had disappeared. When he was drinking tea, he dropped the cup to the floor as never before. Various parts of the cup scattered all over the place. They were like Zhu Bajie on his journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures. They were so impatient that they had already gone a long way in just a short moment.

One of them possessed the somersault cloud of Sun Wukong and quickly landed at the feet of a man. He was wearing shiny leather boots, a well-cut black uniform, a wizard robe draped behind him, and greasy hair that did not match his attire at all.

"Dumbledore, you are so old that you can't even hold a cup now."

The man spoke sarcastically, revealing his identity the moment he opened his mouth.

"Severus, I know I'm old, so there are some things I still need your help with."

Snape said viciously, placing the teacup in his hand on the small table beside him. "I hate hearing your words the most in my life. They are like a chain around my neck. As long as you pull me, I will follow you immediately."

Dumbledore did not comment on Snape's self-harm, he just sought Snape's answer more urgently.

"You'll take over from me and finish what's next, right?"

"Why are you so anxious? What happened?"

Although Snape's mouth was vicious, his brain was exceptionally sharp. No matter in what time and space, he could keenly discover some details and then see the big picture from the small.

"Grindelwald and Rosier should be meeting Harry now, but I'm not sure if they can come back."

"what do you mean?"

Snape stood up angrily, and the cloak behind him trembled left and right.

"You know the child best, and you have had several magical experiences with him. Can you tell me? Is there no trace of his hand behind the suddenly appearing column?"

This made him even angrier inside, almost as angry and sad as when he first learned the news of James and Lily's marriage.