Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Really?" I didn't believe it, Dali complained in his heart, and no longer paid attention to Cowen, who had become the most loyal subordinate of his so-called master.

As time passed and the teams were about to meet, the fake Ron touched his delicate cheeks, cherry lips, big eyes, and long black hair that reached his waist. He felt the deep malice from someone.

Is this idea really something that a human could come up with?

Such a delicate girl suddenly appeared in this empty and uninhabited area. Anyone would probably be suspicious. How could they accept her into the team?

The silk thread given by Harry was placed in front of him to form a sentence, "The teams are about to meet, act quickly."

He was pressed for money all day long like a creditor. He felt a nameless rage in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He could only tighten the elastic band around his waist, trying to make himself slimmer.

A totally unscrupulous guy.

The heartless guy he mentioned was hiding in the tent and drinking tea leisurely. He was sitting on a square chair with one leg as the fulcrum, tilted at 45 degrees, with his two long legs crossed on the table, looking very suave.

Harry was now quietly feeling the changes in his body. The mysterious armor was the carrier, and the remaining limbs and torso were all extensions of it. The souls that had been transformed by Gryffindor and the two dimensions, plus Dobby, Malfoy, and Snape...

There is also a small fragment of Voldemort's soul, which is mixed and fused together, making Harry still the same Harry, but different.

Harry's soul has been split many times, and it can be said that it is even more Voldemort than Voldemort. What maintains the stability of his soul are silver threads. They act as needles and threads for mending clothes, interweaving among different souls and stitching them together.

It can be said that this is unprecedented in history, with the exception of Harry.

He sorted out the memories in his head and once again thought of the mysterious King's Cross Station. He had been there many times, but the scene he saw was different each time. One of those times still made him feel a faint pain in his heart.

This world will eventually be destroyed, and the creation of pink mist is its self-destruction mechanism, except that it proceeds gently and slowly, not like a sudden fall of meteorites, nor a sudden rise or warming of global temperatures. Instead, it is a slow, gentle, yet powerful measure to fully evolve all life.

Ordinary Muggles have no way to survive, because the fog and air are bound to each other, and as long as you breathe for a day, you can't avoid it. Wizards will be controlled, attack each other, and even become interested in the bodies of their own kind. The beads that came into being are the best product.

The beads were still quietly lying on the table. The first one Harry saw was the brown bead from Thomas from Hufflepuff. Indeed, from that time on, signs began to appear in various parts of the world.

But Snape's research says that this mist is only mistaken for fog because its volume is too small and its density is somewhat similar to that of liquid. In fact, it is a small social creature that can ignore any physical defense and easily enter everyone's body.

Seeing the mutual changes of the three substances in that world made Harry's doubts focus on the mist and think about this question again.

It is known that people's bodies can be transformed into beads through a magical spell, pink mist will erode people's will and control their behavior, while blue flowers will resist the mist. In that world, the forms of these three can transform into each other.

As Harry was thinking, he couldn't help but shake faster, making a creaking sound. The two guards standing outside the house looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They were indeed still children.

I heard from that person that Thomas has been rewarded to his subordinates. After eating it, their strength will increase, and it is also one of the main sources of enhancing strength in that world.

Not long ago, Harry met Moody and Hermann in the secret room under the manor, and then several nuclear bombs attacked. The attack of nuclear bombs will help enhance the magic power of wizards. This effect is similar to the ability of the beads. Is there any other connection between the two?

There are so many things, and the relationships between them are complicated. They appear together at the same time, but Harry's sixth sense tells him that they are just different in form, but the essence is actually the same. All things are interdependent and mutually exclusive. One gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things.

Starting from the round bead, one gave birth to two, and pink mist appeared. Two gave birth to three, and blue flowers appeared. Then three gave birth to all things, and all the changes gradually unfolded.

Harry had a vague guess that he needed to go to the remaining parts of the manor to confirm why the mysterious visitor left there and whether they had already touched upon the so-called system organization.

Perhaps Muggles are the first people to know the truth about this world.

A screen of light appeared in front of Harry's eyes. He looked at the location of each force and the distance to here. It would take more than a day. The fake Ron didn't know what means he used to blend into a team and lay in a man's arms and act coquettishly.

As if he felt that there was suddenly a pair of eyes looking at him in time and space, the fake Ron's smile froze, and regret and shame flashed in his eyes.

Not far from this team, Harry was looking at several people here with some suspicion. It was obvious that even their genders didn't match, but they were clearly inside. Could it be that my magic went wrong?

After roughly glancing at the situations of these parties, Harry left a section of silk thread in the tent to act as his eyes, and the rest of the silk threads jumped out to the surroundings, covering the entire base. They still had a mission that required careful investigation.

Why was this location chosen? The shape of this lake is relatively regular and does not seem to be naturally formed. It looks a bit like a crater left by an explosion.

Harry had an idea in his mind. He felt a familiar magical fluctuation by the lake, which was somewhat similar to the one in the destroyed manor.

It's time to explore. The location here must have other purposes. Grindelwald and Dumbledore discovered something, but didn't tell him.

Just as Harry imagined, when our eyes came to the lake, through the crowd of people flying kites, we saw gusts of breeze passing over the lake, creating ripples, and the space became darker and darker below the blue flowers in the center. The creatures living here also grew more unique and ugly.

A little further down, it seemed as if there was a layer of transparent film covering the bottom. There was no sign of life, no algae or water plants grew, and no tiny shrimps passed by. It was as if it was a clean water tank.

If anyone could get here, they would find several huge warheads in the center and broken shrapnel scattered around.

It took Harry some effort to get here, and the deformed fish head was full of understanding. It was indeed like that, just as the man told him at the beginning, extreme disaster is equivalent to extreme opportunity, and radiation is also screening. If so, then those who survived, do some of them already have special abilities? Living in the pink mist for a long time, although their consciousness will be affected, their strength will be enhanced, and even the physique of ordinary Muggles will be improved.

Could this be the reason why a small number of people are willing to stay? Once the speculation is confirmed, will they still be willing to stay in a small space?

If this is how things develop, then where is the world I went to? There is some deviation between the conclusion drawn from objective facts and the memory in my mind.

He always remembered one thing: don't trust anyone.

Harry relied on his fish head to swim deeper into the water. There was an invisible pressure in the water that prevented him from moving forward, but he could see some clues that there was something ahead that could enhance his strength.

The closer the water source is to the nuclear bomb, the richer the magic is, just like a solvent, dissolving the solute inside.

He sent out a silk thread, which was obviously happy to approach there, and moved faster than usual. It was hollow in the middle, and opened a small gap at one end. Like clouds swept away by the wind, it began to siphon, and the movement was so loud that even the entire water surface began to show slight ups and downs.

The little boy who was sent back home and beaten, and then escaped by himself, was carefully observing the movements here on an uninhabited shore. He didn't know why he came here, but there was a voice in his heart telling him, come on, come on -

He put his chubby little hands in, and it seemed like the wind, or something else, quickly hit his buttocks. The huge force made it impossible for him to stand on the shore, so he quickly fell into the lake.

The gravity of his own body was like the hand of death, pulling him towards the lake.

He didn't even have time to shout for help or struggle, he just fell straight down, and some small fish swam up out of curiosity.

The little fishes saw through the lake water that there was a girl standing on the shore. Her eyes were filled with hatred and viciousness. Finally, she snorted coldly, wiped out all traces on the shore, and then slowly left.

"Hey, why are you here? Why don't you go and look after your baby? I tell you, you should be careful these days. Watch out for someone kidnapping you."

The girl smiled lightly and said, "Thank you grandma for sending my naughty brother back home. He should still be at home receiving mixed doubles training from his parents."

"Oh, look at my memory, I totally forgot. I'll ask Xiaobao to come to my place and get some food. I made some ham--"

"it is good."

How could one explain his disappearance? The girl pondered over it and finally settled on the tent in the center.

No one would have expected that ordinary people like them would have the guts to frame those adults, and their parents would not have the courage to ask them for justice. As long as some rumors were spread, everyone would believe them, and even if he came out to clarify, they would only think it was oppression by power.

This is really a good scapegoat.

The little boy sank slowly. He did not feel suffocated at all. Instead, he felt like a fish in water. He was extremely happy and warm, as if he was back in his mother's arms.

He took a sip and almost sucked a small fish into his stomach. "My dear, stay away from me, or I will eat you if you are not careful."

The boy was very proud of his ability. He saw a place at the bottom emitting light.

Could it be a treasure?

With this thought in mind, he let the surrounding water current carry him downwards. The water current obeyed his command and when he swam closer to the ice-blue flower, the flower seemed to sense something and a petal fell from the sky, falling straight down.

Feeling the great pleasure brought by the increase in strength, Harry's eyes turned slightly red. This was really an intoxicating magic. This was really a treasure land. The nuclear warhead quickly turned into powder and then mixed in the lake water.

Something seems to be coming——

Harry looked at the terrain of the seabed and found a deep trench not far to the left front, which was suitable for hiding.

He fell down at a high speed with the help of the silk thread, and finally hid quietly in the crevice. It was still the same here, without any signs of life, but the light was not dim, as if there was a light source evenly illuminating the place.

When the little boy got closer, he found that the light was gone, but it was really comfortable here, as if he was lying in bed. He yawned loudly, and gills appeared on both sides of his cheeks.

"I'm so sleepy. It's so dark here, as if it's getting dark. Mom said we can go to bed when it gets dark. I'll take a nap here first."

The little boy muttered to himself, and then there was no movement. His body curled up into a ball, and various scales appeared faintly on his skin.

After a while, Harry found that no one was following him, so he sent out a thread to investigate. After confirming this, he appeared next to the little boy.

Why is it him?

Harry was a little surprised. He held the little boy in his arms through the water curtain. He was very light, almost weightless. His body had also mutated. There was a particularly large red swelling on his back, as if something was about to break through the skin.

It turns out that humans can also mutate into monsters. Is he still sane?

Harry decided to wait for the little boy here.

However, the base on the lakeshore was in chaos at this time.

The girl strolled home and saw that her parents were very anxious, and her face immediately changed into a worried expression.

"What happened?"

Her appearance seemed to have irritated her parents, "Pa!"

"Your brother is missing, and you are not worried at all. Are you gloating over someone else's misfortune? Tell me, you bitch!"

The girl was knocked to the ground after being slapped. Her left cheek became red and swollen, and her elbow hit the floor.

The mother did not go up to stop her, but looked at her coldly, as if she was very happy that her husband had this attitude towards another woman.

The girl curled up in fear, knowing that if she didn't say something, she would be beaten again.