Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

"No, no, no!"

Continuing from the last chapter, Nicolas Flamel cast a killing curse on Hector, and a green light shot out from the tip of his wand. The green light streaked across the sky like lightning and hit Hector, who was still lying on the ground.

Nicolas Flamel felt that he should be happy, because the burden that had been weighing on him for so many years had finally disappeared, and there was nothing that could threaten him anymore - but why didn't he feel happy at all? Instead, he shouted out those words as if he had lost a treasure,

"What have you done?"

Nicolas Flamel muttered to himself, his face twisted, as if he was crying, but also as if he was laughing.

"Why did you lie to me! This is different from what we agreed on!"

Nicolas Flamel let out a hoarse roar from his throat. The sound was like scratching the wall with fingernails. The owner of the voice sounded particularly angry. He severely rebuked Nicolas Flamel, that is, himself.

"Don't be so childish, we have been together for so many years, how come you haven't made any progress at all?"

Nicolas Flamel's words made the voice coming out of his body stunned for a moment, and after a long time, the voice continued to speak,

"It's not like this. You have always been a good kid. Why have you become like this now, Nico?"

"What have I changed? I haven't changed anything. Is it wrong to want to do something for myself? Why must I accept death? I can obviously live! Besides, you are not a good guy. Don't think I don't know what you have done to me secretly all these years - affecting my judgment, changing my behavior, and even controlling my body. You almost made me a laughing stock, do you know? How could it take so long to deal with a second-year wizard!"

Nicolas Flamel was very excited, he was almost roaring. The hoarse voice coming from his body waited quietly, and after Nicolas Flamel had vented, the hoarse voice continued,

"it's all my fault"

""Okay, okay, you've said it many times. Isn't it just that I look like your grandson? I've had enough of you saying it every time!"

Nicolas Flamel's tone was like that of a child who had not grown up. He slapped his head angrily and sat on the chair in a huff. After a long time, he spoke,

"Isn't this great? We don't have to worry about the title of pioneer anymore. The protagonist has been completely eliminated, and the world will continue to move in the right direction. We can go out and see, and do some interesting things."

"I don't know what you are talking about, Nico! I just want to ask you, is this really what you want?"

The hoarse voice made Nico unable to say a word of Flamel's subsequent long speech with just one sentence.

Yes, is this what he really wants to do? For more than six hundred years, he seemed to have seen all the wonders in the world and experienced all kinds of adventures.

Then why did he always feel that he was in a cage? Nico began to doubt himself.

He searched for his beautiful past in his mind.

He wanted to feel happy again - unfortunately, those beautiful pasts were nothing more than paper boxes with gorgeous surfaces.

With just a light touch, those happy silhouettes were shattered and completely blurred.

Nico Flamel deleted all his memories of happiness. All he had left were powerless struggles and those suffocating The pain of breathing. Six hundred years is too long, so much so that the memories of pain are about to overflow. The deleted happy memories freed up a large space, and this vacant space could not remain empty forever. The remaining pain quickly found this suitable breeding ground.

The pain quickly occupied the space that originally belonged to the happy memories. They wantonly extended and reconstructed this space that originally belonged to happiness. They even simulated the framework of the overall memory. This is a high-imitation memory filled with pain, and the happy memories belonging to Nicolas Flamel have long become a body that has been corroded and decayed.

Nicolas Flamel is now nothing more than a carrier of pain and obsession.

"When did I start doing this?"

Flamel's face showed a fearful expression. He struggled to cope with the torrent of pain that came like a tide. He breathed heavily, trying to relieve the pain that was about to tear his brain apart. Nicolas Flamel squeezed his temples hard. He was very weak now. The hoarse voice came out of his throat again.

"I don't know - I fell into a deep sleep"

"When did you fall asleep?"

"It’s been nearly two hundred years, Nico, I told you so."

The hoarse voice sounded very confused. After hearing this, the fear on Nico’s face became more obvious, and his voice was almost trembling.

"No, don't joke with me. You have only been asleep for a year, and you told me that an anomaly has descended into this world - no, since you told me that the anomaly has just descended two years ago, then why do I feel like I have been preparing for this for so long! It doesn't make sense, it shouldn't be like this!"

Nicolas Flamel felt like his head was about to explode with pain, countless memory fragments came out from every corner, they were automatically assembled uncontrollably - those painful memories did not stand idly by, they should have been silent, they separated from their original positions into scattered fragments, and even under Nicolas Flamel's gaze, they wantonly tampered with the memories that were being reassembled.

Nicolas Flamel wanted to do something to stop it, but he could do nothing but watch.

"I know why, someone is impersonating you."

Nico Flamel was sweating profusely, the intense scene in his mind made him extremely uncomfortable, but the battle of memory did not affect Nico's thinking, at most it just distracted Nico Flamel to a great extent. It didn't take him long to come to this conclusion, but this conclusion could not explain everything in between.

"But why should I pretend to be you? It doesn't make sense! Did you do anything two hundred years ago?"

"Two hundred years ago"

The voice thought and spoke out what he remembered.

"Two hundred years ago, we were tired of the noisy life in the outside world and wanted to live in seclusion and find out about other anomalies. At that time, you believed that the pioneers were the ones who explored the world first and told the secrets of the world to the later ones. The pioneers were teachers and beacons of guidance. This is what you told me personally."

The hoarse voice paused for a while, as if he was thinking about something, and then he shouted loudly,

"Two hundred years ago, we discovered the secret of the Mirror of Erised. I can return to my world, and you don't have to be confined to this world!"

Nicol Flamel frowned. He almost understood it completely - there was a force that didn't want them to know the secret. He let the old man who was with his soul fall into a deep sleep, and wanted to tamper with his will by changing his memory. The fragments of negative memories in his mind began to launch a fierce attack as if they heard some keywords.

Nicol Flamel could feel that his originally clear brain gradually became obscure, and his memory just now began to blur. He couldn't even remember what he had just said. There was only one thought left in his mind.

Kill him!

Is it Hector? Isn't he dead? Mr. Flamel was making his last struggle. He had realized why the memories that belonged to his body showed differences in strength during the fight - it was the burning incense mixed with the love potion. effect. Nicolas Flamel struggled to stand up. He wanted to extinguish the incense stick that was still burning, but he couldn't do it - he had lost most of the control of his body without realizing it.

A familiar alchemical doll appeared in Nicolas Flamel's sight. It was Perenelle. Nicolas Flamel was very excited to see this figure. He struggled to twist his stiff limbs and pointed at the burning incense burner.

Perenelle did not react. She moved straight towards Nicolas Flamel. Nicolas Flamel saw an anthropomorphic expression of grief on her metal face.

Perenelle's hand reached out to Nicolas Flamel's neck. The anomaly that needed to be eliminated was not just Hector, Nicolas Flamel was also an anomaly.

Mr. Flamel showed a look of relief on his face. Now he could no longer distinguish between reality and virtuality.

"die,���A brave adventure, but now is not the right time, Mr. Flamel, and the one inside."

In a trance, Nicolas Flamel heard the familiar, young voice, and his breathing became smooth all of a sudden. The fragments that fell off from the painful memory suddenly lost their previous fierce style, and everything was moving in the direction of getting better.

"I didn't expect that there is a setting of a personal grandfather in this world - it's not important. Now I can answer your original question. My name is Hector Dumbledore, or you can call me Li Buyan.

Hector put down the wand in his hand. The alchemical doll was floating in the air, and her hands were still clenched.

"I would love to hear from you about the Mirror of Erised, about the outside world, and of course about you, Mr. Nicolas Flamel, if I may call you that."