Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Voldemort said nothing, and until now, he had not yet freed himself from the restraints on his body.

"No, no. How could a junior dare to act rashly? Who are you?" He spoke with a slightly respectful tone, without that rebellious attitude and momentum.

Although he couldn't see what was happening outside, he could still feel the special treatment this place gave to the person in front of him.

Voldemort and the stool he was tied to sank into the quagmire. The environment in the Request House changed drastically. The mountain of debris accumulated by previous students immediately retreated far away until it disappeared. Voldemort felt the connection in his mind weakened and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The ceiling of the room turned into a deep blue sky with soft white clouds floating slowly above it. The ground below began to float and a lot of tender green grass emerged. Occasionally, small white daisies appeared among the grass. Dandelions floated along his ribs in the wind from somewhere and landed on the tip of his nose.

The entire space expanded rapidly, and wherever the magic power passed, miracles were revealed. Mountains appeared in the distance, and a huge lake appeared in the middle. There were creatures in the lake that constantly stirred the water.

Voldemort looked over there and saw that it was clearly the Black Lake of Hogwarts.

He became even more respectful towards the person in front of him. Could it be that the person happening before his eyes was the person behind the scenes in Harry's mind, the owner of the mysterious power?

"Harry" ignored him. His thin body circled around Voldemort with a scrutinizing look on his face. Voldemort had lived for so many years, and this was the first time he was treated like a commodity. He frowned uncomfortably.

"You don't look that great either," Gryffindor looked at the face of the Muggle in front of him and felt that something was not right. What this person did did not match his appearance.

After complaining, Gryffindor smiled in a good mood as he looked at Voldemort's secretly clenched fists and his aggrieved expression of being angry but not being able to speak out. It was this kid who made Harry so sad, so it seemed he had to teach him a lesson.

"Harry" waved his wand to speed up the fusion process. The surrounding scenery became clearer. He could even see the dewdrops hanging on the grass, the black lumps of soil under the grass, and the earthworms and beetles that were faintly visible in it.

The boundary between the lake and the grass was gradually and meticulously portrayed, with dry and moist soil, clear footprints, and small fish jumping out on the surface of the lake.

Then, the sky gradually darkened, and dark clouds gradually gathered, becoming thick and low, as if the sky was about to collapse in the next moment, turning everything in the world into ashes. Voldemort raised his head in shock. Could it be, could it be...

He once recalled a passage he had read in a book in the forbidden section of the library when he was a student.

The young Voldemort, wearing the Hogwarts school robe, had black hair, a tall stature, a handsome face, and a smile that won everyone's favor.

He secretly bribed the librarian at the time, and got the professor's autograph when Professor Dumbledore was away, and stayed in the restricted book area for a whole night.

Tom took his wand and carefully avoided the screaming books. He kicked away the brown tentacles that appeared from a dark magic book. He looked at the fragile paper in his hand, his expression still filled with confusion. "Dietary Summary", why would a legendary story have such a title?

"For the sake of his descendants, the gods gave them wisdom and magic power, a superior living environment, and endless treasures and wealth. All of them are immortal, well-fed, and smart, and all of them can do whatever they want..."

Tom looked down again in the light of his wand. This was the manuscript of the founder that he found when he opened the secret room in Slytherin. But this one was different. He could see the scribbling and panic on it. This emotion caught his attention. The word "longevity" on it also stimulated him and made him extremely excited.

Could it be that——

Could this be the reason why Slytherin went in the opposite direction from the other three? Slytherin discovered the secret of longevity and found the legendary God.

Tom continued to look down, but unfortunately some of the words on it became blurred due to the wear and tear of time.

"God, created, chosen, bestowed, a thousand years later" Through the few words he could see clearly, he could vaguely piece together what the following words meant?

A strong desire for power surged in his heart, and he was eager to explore this secret.

But he also gained a book during that journey - Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic. Compared to those vague and unconfirmed legends, he was more willing to believe in the making of Horcruxes which was in his own hands.

His inner pride made him unwilling to accept the power bestowed by others. He wanted to be the master of others instead of finding a master of his own, so he ignored this text. After reading the contents of the manuscript clearly, he burned it with fire in the restricted area of ​​the library, leaving only a pile of residue. Who knew where it floated to?

Voldemort's thoughts returned to the present. He looked at the thin yet powerful figure in the distance. The memories of his youth seemed to be confirmed at this moment. Originally, his memories were incomplete, and there was no such memory in Harry's sea of ​​consciousness when he first came into it.

Later, after escaping, he contacted several of his Horcruxes and had just had a deep communication with the crown. Voldemort felt that this was a godsend opportunity.

If that little brat Harry could do it, why couldn't he? Voldemort thought of the prophecy in July and secretly clenched his fists.

The surrounding environment has changed greatly from the beginning, but it, the space of Gryffindor, and the outskirts of Hogwarts at this time, the three places of time and space inexplicably overlapped together, and the Room of Requirement showed its true magic.

The light was bright, and Voldemort closed his eyes tightly. He did not move at all, hoping to leave a good impression on that powerful man. He was best at saving trouble and integrating his own resources by taking advantage of others. This was the case when he was young and even more so now.

Voldemort looked at the surrounding environment, which became peaceful and quiet. Even the Hogwarts castle became exactly the same. Two figures seemed to walk out of it, a man and a woman, one of whom he was very familiar with.

In the real world, Harry had a dazed look on his face, while the Muggles were looking at everything around them in horror. He carefully touched the little boy in front of him.

Looking at this completely different space, he screamed and then fainted again. The crown hidden in the deepest part of the pile of debris was trembling with fear. The will on the crown began to compete with him for the sovereignty of the crown.

Ms. Ravenclaw appeared in the sky, staring at the black air below with a cold expression, and did not speak for a long time.