Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"That's fine, this is the path I chose."

Dumbledore put away his fragility and presented an omnipotent image again.

"Hogwarts is about to start. Ask other teachers to welcome the new students. Contact Moody and ask him to send a few more Aurors in secret."

Dumbledore held his chin with his hand, and the tip of his quill moved back and forth on the parchment, finally settling on a name, "To prevent anyone from causing trouble."

"Yes."

Seeing that Dumbledore had no intention of saying more, and his sudden words today, Snape really felt uneasy.

This old bee definitely had some bad intentions. He didn't believe that the first generation Dark Lord would be targeted by Harry without any warning.

Besides, it was impossible for Harry to do these things.

After completing the task assigned by Dumbledore, he wanted to meet Harry, the little troll. What was he doing? It made people feel uneasy day by day.

On the way back, he passed by McGonagall's office and stopped at her door for a long time. This time, Dumbledore rarely informed McGonagall that the two had a disagreement on how to deal with Harry.

He opened the door. A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the table and chairs. McGonagall had already left Hogwarts to find Harry.

Not sure why, when he thought of this, even though McGonagall was very powerful and her Transfiguration skills were comparable to Dumbledore's, Snape felt vaguely uneasy.

Suddenly there was a noise in the house. Snape looked inside and saw a house-elf with a tea towel around its neck, curled up under the table, taking a nap leisurely.

This was really outrageous. Snape's stereotype of house-elves was completely broken at this moment.

I originally thought that Dobby was a breath of fresh air, but now I didn't expect that there are still strong people in the dark.

He suddenly became interested, and his black wizard robe drifted silently on the ground. Then he squatted down casually, pulled out the wand from his waist, and poked the elf's head.

In Snape's imagination, the elf would be terrified, his ears would swing like fans, and then he would lie on the ground and desperately say sorry to him.

Who would have thought that the elf turned its head to look at Snape, then lazily turned over and ignored him.

Is this normal? Snape asked himself, and even wanted to rub his eyes.

A species is used to bowing and scraping to you, and this kind of humility has existed for thousands of years or even longer. How can it be changed overnight?

He began to wonder if this was a fake goblin?

The elf did not give him an answer, as if it did not like having a wizard around. After glaring at Snape fiercely, as one of the few creatures in Hogwarts that could Apparate, it left easily.

After watching what happened in this short moment, Snape looked at the dust in McGonagall's office again and suddenly realized something: the house-elves might have gone on strike.

Could this be that little girl Hermione? She did such a good job in organization. Thinking of the legendary House-Elf Rights Promotion Association, Snape now had the urge to drop everything and look for Hermione.

Forget it, he should first complete the task assigned to him by Dumbledore, and then see what the elf is like.

I didn't pay attention to it before, but now that I look carefully, it seems that no one has cleaned the environment here for a long time.

The portraits in the corridor were winking at each other, and they did not notice that their vision was gradually becoming blurred, as if someone had added a thick filter in front of them.

After watching Snape leave, Dumbledore opened a drawer, and a box suddenly appeared in the empty little space.

Inside the box is a memory, or more precisely, Grindelwald's prophecy, which was sealed here by Dumbledore using a secret method.

The contents inside were wrapped in a thin layer of mist, and only certain people could get a glimpse of the truth. At this moment, the mist gradually dissipated, until it was barely visible like a veil, and then stopped.

So, Grindelwald is fine now, but just a little weak?

The feather pen on the table pierced the parchment, creating a huge ink spot. The ink spread outward along the grain of the paper, gradually engulfing a name.

"Harry Potter."

Harry was sitting in the tent at this time, and Ron stood behind him, like a loyal subordinate rather than a friend.

The two people who reported have received orders to leave. They need to gather Grindelwald's remaining forces here and hold a meeting here at the same time tomorrow. Harry needs to give further instructions.

The two of them gladly accepted the order, with great ambitions in their hearts. Why did the Lord only call them two people and entrust them with important tasks? With such a bright future in front of them, how could they not be excited? This might be a sign of the renewal of power in the Saints Organization.

Harry took out the three beads from his breast pocket and arranged them neatly on the table. The transparent and colorless one represented Ron, the inky black one represented Grindelwald, and the delicate gray one represented Rosier.

"Sir, what are your plans next?" Ron asked cautiously from behind.

Just as he opened his mouth, a silver thread jumped out from Harry's palm and accurately drilled into the fake Ron's forehead.

"Sir." He knelt on the ground with a thud, his face full of panic, "Sir, please, don't! It won't be your most useful tool."

Harry couldn't accept that someone who looked exactly like his friend was kneeling next to him.

"Wake up, I just need you to do something."

"You said——"

"You just heard that several groups of people have come here from afar, but I don't want them to unite in advance. It is in my interest to make them hostile to each other. I need you to do something."

The effect of the polyjuice potion wore off again, and the features on the boy's face began to melt away, then reshape themselves and return to their original appearance.

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"This silk thread is both a help to you and a supervision of you. Once you have any bad thoughts." Harry pointed to the cold round beads on the table.

The young man shuddered all over, and his attitude and tone became more respectful.

"The thread will help you find them, and I will also monitor your movements at all times. Take care of yourself, and you can leave now."

The boy was so nervous that he didn't notice that Harry's tone was a little strange. After receiving the order to leave, he ran out without stopping, as if there was a flood or a beast behind him that would kill him if he touched it.

"Come out, long time no see, Harley."

A shadow suddenly appeared on the originally blank ground, then gradually grew larger, and the slender figure of a girl suddenly flashed into view.

Looking at Harry, who was much taller than her and had a more mature face, Harry couldn't help but sigh. The last time they met was a few months ago. On the scale of life, such a tiny particle has now become a chasm between the two of them. From the initial intimacy to the current -

beware.

She had already known about Zhou Fu's affairs through some channels, and she couldn't help but sigh. She seemed to be the one who wanted to protect Harry the most, but she turned out to be such a person.

"Why are you here? I thought we would be on the battlefield when we met again."

This statement can be said to be very impolite.

"I've met that man. George's sudden departure may be partly my responsibility." Harry confessed to his other self.

"Hmm." Harry looked at the beads on the table, silent. Although his closest friend in the past was right in front of him, his thoughts drifted to his godfather in another time and space.

Will he bring the Godfather back?

"Are you still angry with me? Do you think I didn't help you and didn't reveal his true face? Or did I deceive you." Harley was a little flustered and at a loss at this moment. She made a great determination to come here to face the demons in her heart.

"You already knew he wasn't me." This is a declarative tone and also an affirmative sentence.

Harley was slightly stunned. "In fact, in my opinion, you are both the same person. There is no essential difference between me helping you and helping him. Why don't you want to acknowledge your future self?" She advised earnestly.

"What you call help is to watch me let him take over my body, and then sever the already weak connection between you and me the moment my soul escapes, right? Since you have already made your choice, why bother to come here hypocritically and beg for my forgiveness?" Harry was a little agitated.

"You are alone." She turned her head away.

"You know what? He made George leave this world, and made me, made me have to take this path——"

Harry looked at the beads on the table and felt a sour taste in his mouth, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"I have killed them in this world with my own hands. I don't have the right to decide where they will go. But look, do I still have a choice now?"

A tear flowed from the corner of his eye, and his eyes turned from the original emerald green to a cold silver, with the whites of his eyes completely swallowed up. He finally understood what Zhou Fu meant that night, that these eyes should not have been kept.

"I, I don't know, I really don't know." Harry was a little panicked. Is the Harry now really what she wanted to see?

Harry left in a panic, feeling bitter in his heart. The graves of his parents in his hometown had long disappeared. Since he returned to the valley during his first vacation, he had noticed something unusual about the people around him.

That guy thought he was controlling him with silk threads, and he didn't expect that the guy who thought he was the big devil was actually unable to control himself. Perhaps from the moment he came into this world, the system's transformation of his body every minute and every second was to become a better carrier of this substance.

I'm just a tool with autonomous consciousness, Harry was a little collapsed, his free consciousness and soul were trapped in a cage, and that man got the answer he wanted.

These plans, memories, hardships, sufferings, closeness, and betrayal weave one logically rigorous story after another, trapping Harry inside, with no one listening to his cries.

Soon, even that moment of collapse disappeared, and he returned to his cold, unapproachable look.

He hadn't looked inward at his own spiritual consciousness for a long time. The vast ocean here fell into deathly silence. The silver threads turned into loyal guards, patrolling the periphery of a building.

Lan Ying in Harry's mind was trembling. He regretted running out and getting involved in such a thing. This damn, once-in-a-millennium thing happened to him, and he was unlucky enough to encounter it.

What can I do? Oh my god.

Originally, the human soul is the most solid part of the body. It can travel back and forth between several worlds effortlessly. People call it reincarnation. Each time of travel only requires the sacrifice of some memories.

Harry's soul now has not only merged with others', but is also torn into pieces. He cannot even enter reincarnation and even has a tendency to gradually dissipate. This gives Lan Ying a headache, as this is the first time he has seen such a tricky situation.

After the fake Ron received the order and left the tent, he was seen with countless eyes staring at him. He realized that he was no longer Ron and swallowed nervously. The master was so powerful, there should be a way. No matter what, he would let him handle these things.

The silk thread at his brow was a little restless, wanting him to leave here. The fake Ron touched some coins in his pocket, wanting to buy some food and supplies before leaving. After all, he hadn't eaten normal food for a long time.

On the way to the market, he saw those children flying kites again. They were very well-behaved and obedient, flying kites in a place with few people. The clean, childlike owl kites were floating in the sky. All the people who were fighting avoided it silently, as they had reached some kind of consensus at this moment.

The little boy suddenly stopped and looked at the bustling crowd in the distance. His eagle-like eyes locked on a familiar figure.

"Hey, why don't you let it go? Let's continue playing."

"Here, hold it for me for a while. I need to go find someone."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't run!"

The little boy left the lake without looking back, and plunged into the crowd like a small cannonball. When he looked up, he saw only thighs and couldn't recognize anything. It seemed that the brother just now was just an illusion.

"How much do you sell this for?" "Oh, can you make it a little cheaper?"

"If I say no, it means no. You can ask around in the market. My prices are the most reasonable. If you don't like it, you can go somewhere else." The boss politely drove the customer away.

The fake Ron felt a little embarrassed, when suddenly he felt a small thing on his thigh, warm and soft, with a humming baby sound.

"What are you doing holding my legs, little one?"

Looking at the fake Ron, the little guy was a little confused for a moment. Something was wrong! He clearly felt that it belonged to this brother, why was it different now?

The thread started from the center of the eyebrows and went down. When the fake Ron noticed it, he was a little panicked. He didn't expect that Potter was such a beast in human form and would not even let such a young child go.

The fake Ron swung his legs hard, throwing the little guy far away, and then strode away, earning him accusations from the people around him.

"Bah, I knew this guy is no good." The stall owner said to himself.