Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"I, I know where my brother might have gone." The girl shouted loudly just before the slap fell.

Unexpectedly, this only caused the hand to pause for a moment, and finally it fell down with greater force than before.

"Little bitch, I knew you were hiding something. Hurry up! If anything happens to your brother, you won't have an easy life."

The girl suppressed her anger in her heart, sneered, and trembled uncontrollably. "Okay, okay, since you insist on accompanying that bastard, I will visit your graves at this time every year."

She thought viciously in her heart, what a crap life, get the hell out of here!

While standing up, the girl accidentally pulled the old scar on her arm, which felt sore and itchy, as if millions of ants were crawling on it.

At this time, the girl's mother went into the room and took out a big shirt, then came over and threw it on her head, "You should know what to say and what not to say when you go out."

"Yes."

The girl obediently took the shirt and stroked it gently with one hand. It turned out to be silk from a great oriental country with delicate embroidery patterns on it. Her parents took off their silk pajamas and changed into worn clothes.

She sneered, but she didn't expect to be heard by her father. He picked up a teacup and smashed it on her.

The scalding hot tea made her scream uncontrollably, but she had no way to avoid it and could only endure it. It was truly a day like hell.

After going out, she heard the neighbors praising her, but their words were filled with disdain for her. What kind of child is this? She makes things difficult for her parents every day. I don’t know what kind of world we are in now and why she is still like this.

At this moment, there was a huge commotion at the other end of the street. Several pairs of parents were traveling together, and their children suddenly disappeared. Soon, the news spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, even alarming the guards outside Harry's tent.

"My lord, are you there? Something seems to have happened outside and I need your instructions."

It was quiet inside the tent, and the guard looked at it suspiciously. Has the master left? That's not right. He was guarding the door, how could he not notice anything? There was no fireplace inside, and the apparition was nonsense. How could a teenager know such a profound spell?

Snapped!

He slapped himself hard on the face. This was Harry Potter, how could he be judged by common sense? After apologizing to Harry Potter in his heart for his offensive thoughts just now, he held on to his loyalty.

"Sir." The guard raised his voice again. The commotion at the door was getting louder and louder, and some people even broke through the blockade.

He turned his head and looked at the tent. No, maybe this was a test from the adults, trying to see if he could solve the problem first.

Under the lake, Harry learned about this situation through the silk thread. He looked at the little boy who was almost half human and half fish and was still unconscious. He thought that the energy here had been almost absorbed, so he should go back quickly to take charge of the situation.

Fortunately, the men trained by Grindelwald were very well-qualified. Although they were powerful, not all of them were unruly. Especially those who were left alone with him, they were loyal and were definitely good at completing the task.

Floating to the surface of the lake, reaching the shore, and walking more than 200 meters forward, the girl and her family arrived here.

"Is it really here?" the man asked doubtfully. His wife was anxious and looked carefully for the child on the lawn. Finally, she found a toy dropped by the little boy not far away.

"Quick, look there."

The couple immediately ran away, leaving the girl here.

The muscles on the right side of her face pulled upwards, revealing the most beautiful smile of her life, which expressed her desire for life and her expectation of ending the old times.

The couple had no defensive thoughts towards their daughter. To be more precise, it was a kind of contempt for their long-term abuse and treatment of their daughter as a plaything.

Soon they seemed fascinated, and slowly came to the shore like a little boy, staring at the clear and shining lake in a daze, and then put their hands into it. The cold lake water suddenly turned into a warm bed, which was extremely intoxicating.

The girl walked over slowly, circled behind them a few times, and wanted to raise her foot and kick them hard.

But it always stops in mid-air. Do I really want to kill them?

If you don't kill them, will you let them kill you?

But they are my parents.

Are these really your parents? Would parents treat their children like this? Is there a single piece of intact skin on your body?

But they gave birth to me.

How do you know they gave birth to you?

The two thoughts were intertwined in the girl's heart, causing her to fall into unwarranted pain. Why didn't you strangle me to death when I was born? Why did you give me a bite of food to keep me alive?

Forget it. She took one last look at their backs and thought, "Let's leave here. I should let myself go. They don't deserve me to be labeled as a murderer of my father and mother, nor do they deserve me to feel guilty about them. If I leave here, even if I am swallowed by a giant beast or killed by the fog, it is better than committing suicide bit by bit here."

The girl cried bitterly. Before she left, she took a last look at the lake, but the little boy's body did not float up.

Let's go, let's go to a place where no one knows me. She returned home during the chaos, packed all her money and food into the package, and kept the most precious things close to her body.

The girl left, and Harry, who was lurking nearby, also jumped out of the water. He stared at the slender figure disappearing bit by bit. Although she tried hard to maintain her normal walking posture, Harry could still see old scars on her skin when she walked.

The couple was still kneeling stupidly on the shore, like pilgrims, looking carefully at the little boy's features, and then at the couple's appearance.

Harry concluded that the boy was the couple's child, but what about the girl?

He wasn't sure.

In her, he seemed to see another childhood version of himself, except that she was more tragic, more conflicted, and more ruthless.

Harry wasn't sure if he could still forgive Petunia for what she had done to him.

Thinking of this, he cut off a silk thread, attached himself to the girl's body, and fished the couple out from the lakeshore. Staring into their dull and lifeless eyes, he saw the girl's even more tragic past.

Damn it.

Harry suddenly developed an indescribable disgust towards the boy. Whenever his sister was beaten, he would watch from the side with a happy smile on his face, and even a strange curiosity.

He threw the little boy to the ground as if he had received a hot potato, and felt his hands getting dirty.

Harry took it upon himself to erase the girl's appearance from the couple's memory. "That's all I can do for you."

Just as he was about to get up and leave, he saw the harmless-looking child curled up on the lawn. Forget it, he woke up the couple and watched them hold the little boy in their arms, calling him "good boy". The woman burst into tears.

Harry didn't want to see this scene. He felt indescribable nausea and disgust in his heart. The memories of his childhood came flooding back again, like continuous rain. There was never a dry moment in his heart.

However, just after he left, the couple seemed to discover that the boy's body was covered with all kinds of strange scales, and even his feet were showing a tendency to close.

"Ah, monster! He is definitely not my child." The man threw the little boy heavily to the ground, a look of disgust on his face, and raised his foot wanting to kick the child to death.

The woman hurriedly grabbed him, her face showing a mixture of heartache and disgust. The heartache came from a mother's nature, and the disgust came because she hated the man in his family as well.

"Forget it, let's go back and look for it carefully—"

The face that was supposed to appear in my memory became blurry, and then turned into sand. When the wind blew, it collapsed to the ground.

There was a glimmer of tears in the corners of the mother's eyes for a moment, and then they disappeared after she blinked.

"We seem to have forgotten something."

The man stood there, frowning. He felt that something must have happened today. Why did his child become like this?

He nodded, agreeing with what his wife said.

The girl wore her most beautiful clothes, carried a small package, and went into the fog without looking back. Soon it became dark around her. She didn't know what she would face on this trip, but she knew it would definitely be better than staying there.

The girl once heard from people who came here that the fog contains dangers, but also great opportunities.

She once had the good fortune to ride on a wild horse. She was tossed up and down, and her buttocks even left the saddle at one point. The horse was unruly and would not allow any living creature to ride on its back.

Even so, the reins of the horse are still in your own hands. You cannot control your destiny, but you can control yourself.

She picked up a long dead branch from the roadside, wrapped it around her palm with rags, and walked forward carefully, bit by bit.

As long as she wants, fate will make way for her. What a shitty wizard, get out of the way. What a fate! What a shitty world! Get out of here!

Perhaps it was because her will was too strong, or perhaps it was when the rules of heaven and earth were in turmoil that the weak were given space to rise. The order was overturned, yin and yang changed, and when people were no longer trapped in seeking help from others, those who saved themselves would be saved by heaven.

The silk thread on the girl's body turned into a pool of water, seeping into her skin bit by bit, and soon a cherry blossom appeared behind her ear.

Harry soon sensed that there was a person tied to the other end of the thread. A knowing smile appeared on his face. He was very optimistic about this girl. He informed the fake Ron to take care of her when they met on the road, and hoped that when she returned again, she would be a brand new one.

He closed his eyes and sensed slowly, then came to his tent. There was no one guarding outside.

Is there a missing child? How could it happen so quickly and coincidentally? Was it directed at me?

When the fake Ron received Harry's letter, he was caught in a love triangle. He pretended to like the strongest person in the team, but unexpectedly another girl started attacking him. He thought it was a female competition, but it turned out to be a fight between girls and boys.

That’s right, the fake Ron pretended to like a boy, but the girl actually liked Ron, and her status in the team seemed to be quite high.

Of course Ron had no objection to the pursuit of a beautiful girl, but she was a woman now, brother.

Seeing that the people in the team looked like they were not surprised, and even showed an expression of gloating on their faces, he had to press his philtrum from time to time. It was indeed a chaotic time, and Cupid's arrows were randomly shot. How could anyone do it? Who would be so cruel to a girl who only had eyes for him?

"who is she?"

The girl who fell in love with the wrong person looked at the small photo that the fake Ron took out, which showed the appearance of another girl.

There was full of hostility in his tone, but when he saw the girl's face, it became soft and delicate.

"Good sister, please tell me who she is~"

Ron got goosebumps all over his body. Looking at her changing targets quickly, he finally understood that this girl was just a face control freak. She fell in love with every girl she met, and the sea of ​​flowers in spring was her cool place.

"This is my sister. She should be here soon. When she gets here, I'll introduce her to you."

"Good sister, I know you are the best to me."

Ron showed a look of disgust, then ran to the man in a pretentious manner, flicked his arm lightly, and watched his expression become terrified and turned into a bitter face. Only then did he leave with peace of mind.

That’s right, how can I enjoy good things alone? We should share them.

Dudley and Corwin have arrived at the border of the fog. Due to their high level of cultivation, they have the help of many giant beasts along the way, and with the guidance of Corwin's team, they are the first to arrive in the team.

"Are we going in?"

"Wait a minute, I felt something flash by just now."

"What could it be? With our abilities, how could we not see through it?"

Dudley rolled his eyes in annoyance. How come this little guy is becoming more and more arrogant day by day? He doesn't even take his senior seriously. He might go out with a sack on his head and be pushed into the water and drowned one day.

Corwin wanted to rush in regardless of the consequences, but was held back by Dudley.

"Are you still thinking about your friend? Does he miss you? Sometimes, showing mercy to others is like stabbing yourself with a knife."

"I know, but can you please use your brain to think before you act? It would be too conspicuous if we just walked in like this."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Sneak in quietly, cover your body with the illusion spell, and then change into the appearance of a local resident to find out what the situation is there."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you for now. If you continue to hesitate like this after you go in, I will report it to the master."

Dudley smirked. Tch—

Who is this kid trying to scare?