Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Gryffindor took a ball of light from Rowena's hand, and the black mist struggled, screaming, cursing and desperately trying to escape.

Heaven sensed his dissatisfaction and actually escaped from Gryffindor's hands. Gryffindor opened his eyes wide in surprise, not understanding how such a small soul power could be able to escape from his hands?

It was not until I saw the faint light emanating from Harry that I understood the reason.

Harry looked at the black ball of light running towards him, and somehow reached out his hand and grabbed it. Instantly, he felt a throbbing sensation and got goose bumps all over his body.

Seeing this, Harry slapped Harry's hand fiercely, but the black ball of light seemed to have seen something more attractive and immediately penetrated into Harry's soul.

She felt a sharp pain all over her body, and then she squatted down unconsciously, covering her lower abdomen tightly with her hands. In fact, it was her head that hurt, and Harry didn't know why she did this.

"Harry, are you okay?" Harry quickly squatted down and gently patted Harry's back with his hand.

"It's okay." Harry said lightly. She raised her head and faced Harry. The two pairs of emerald eyes met again.

Harry was stunned, one of Harry's eyes was a bright emerald green, but the other eye emitted a faint black aura. Harry didn't know that when he first absorbed it, his situation was exactly the same as hers, and the two people's situations overlapped again.

Gryffindor didn't have time to reminisce with his old friend. He hurried over and said with a sense of self-blame, "This is all my fault." He glanced at the two little ones squatting down, then turned around and looked at his good friend.

"Rowena, do you have any ideas?" Ravenclaw looked at Gryffindor with a worried look on his face and a self-blaming expression, and spoke slowly.

"Yes, there are, but it may take some time." Rowena thought of the tragic experience of sharing a container with Voldemort. She felt powerless and resentful as if her home had been stolen. The usually elegant lady suddenly wanted to curse, which was rare. What happened to the students after this? Why were they all so neurotic?

Rowena floated out from the center and landed lightly beside Harry. Before she was about to do anything, she spoke to her old friend.

"During the division process, I may need to sleep for a while. Bring me the crown where I used to rest. I know you have the ability to do this."

Gryffindor nodded vigorously. If there was a chance to atone for his sins, that would be great.

Harry on the side didn't feel like saying anything because he felt that he was becoming extremely irritable, impulsive, irrational, and had almost lost interest in everything. He looked at everyone around him and felt an extremely strong feeling of disgust from the inside out. He even wanted to give them an Avada and drag the whole world down with him.

Bai You, who was in the space nearby, saw the entire glass wall suddenly turn red. A thick black and red aura was drilling in and out of it. He felt his control was shrinking little by little. For a moment, he didn't know what was happening. This shouldn't be right.

He used the abilities he had acquired here over the years to transform into a ray of blue light and penetrate into the glass wall. The glass wall was still there, flashing that chilling light.

In the deepest part of the glass-walled space, three drops of blood were floating quietly, and there was a human figure.

Quirrell said that he was innocent. He didn't know why he had just escaped from that embarrassing scene. He had just endured Filch's strange look and had to explain to him with gritted teeth. Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know why he came to such a strange place again.

He looked around and saw silence all around. Everything was azure blue, as if he was in the depths of the sea. He stood there quietly, watching the rippling water, looking at the vastest sea in the world. Suddenly, his attention was attracted by three small things floating right in front of him.

"What is this?" Quirrell could feel that the thing was very familiar. There was blood in it that seemed to be his own. He didn't understand it, but he just knew it.

He stretched out his hand like a possessed man, and when his slender white fingers touched one of the drops, his whole body was sucked into a spinning white vortex, and the drop of blood mixed into it. His drop of blood turned into a green pearl and fell to the ground with a plop.

Bai You came in. He walked past as if he didn't see the two drops of blood, and went straight into a deeper place.

Suddenly, a big door appeared in the space. It was about the height of two stories. The edge of the door was inlaid with gold and there was a pattern of a nine-clawed golden dragon carved inside. Occasionally, traces of phoenixes and unicorns could be seen faintly.

There is a bronze bracelet in the middle of the gate, which is exquisite and beautiful. A big tree is engraved from the bottom middle of the door. The trunk of the tree hides the entire gap in the door, and the branches and twigs growing from it cover the entire blue gate.

Bai You looked at this sudden appearance without any surprise on his face, as if he was already used to it.

He bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Sir, I don't know what happened. The peripheral controller suddenly turned red just now."

Bai You paused for a moment and asked in a more tactful tone, "And I feel like I don't have the authority to complete the task you assigned to me."

He spoke tentatively. Inside the gate was a majestic palace. The palace was towering into the clouds and was magnificent. Every brick and tile was carved out of jade, and each piece of jade contained a mysterious pattern.

At the deepest part, there is a throne, and on the throne sits a figure. His slender fingers are playing with a small green bead.

He did not speak, but just changed his posture. During this time, the sound of bells spread faintly in the space. Looking down, it turned out that the man was fixed on the throne, and his feet were tied with transparent ropes. Only a few bells floating above from time to time could prove its existence.

"Trash." The man said lightly, with a tone of indifference and impatience, "You are really useless."

Even though there was such a long distance between them, Bai You felt as if the person was speaking right next to his ear. He knelt down in fear and buried his head deeply in the ground.

"Don't worry about the red light. Losing your authority is my punishment for you. Just do your own thing and assist Harry in completing the mission."

Bai You crawled his body even lower.

Quirrell was distracted and found himself still standing in the corridor, and Filch, who had been sent away, came back to him again, tilting his head and looking at him strangely.

Quirrell scratched his head, looking confused. He wondered what had just happened. But it still had no effect.