Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 551 Suicide

Potter's eyes were full of confidence, there was no human heart that he could not see through.

People are always like this.

Harry approached cautiously, and the group of people behind him, who were under his control, formed three long lines and stood in an orderly manner at the entrance of the hall.

"Let them try first. After everyone who should go in has gone in, I'll go over there."

This is the condition for replacement.

Grindelwald agreed, and Potter behind him put his hat back on.

The three of them watched in silence as the long queue of people shrank little by little. All of a sudden, many people were squeezed out. None of them could pass through the filter set up by Harry.

There are quite a lot of these people.

When this matter began to show signs of development, Dumbledore had a long talk with him, and realized from him the seriousness of the matter. He then began to use extremely decisive measures to stop it from spreading like a plague.

Many people try their best but it is only seen as a shackle that prevents them from becoming stronger.

So many people were thrown into prison, and many others fled the town where the wizards lived, heading far away for the distant mountains, living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, hoping to go back after the storm had passed.

Many people do this.

Therefore, there are still many people in this world who have heard the news but have not come yet, because they are afraid that Dumbledore, who was once the person closest to him, will come after them.

After Dumbledore joined, they were even more afraid to come after hearing the news.

With no one to stop them, the man with clean hands quickly entered the castle.

As for the rest, Harry did not intend to let them go immediately. After all, given the current situation, no one knew what these people would do after escaping his control.

What's more, we need to wait for a while. The overall start-up of Hogwarts will take a lot of time and energy.

In that world, that self might still take some time, in order to ensure the safety of everyone in the castle, including Hermione.

The little girl kept talking, and as soon as Grindelwald turned around, a saint immediately understood what his master meant. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward first before everyone else, walked into the castle without looking back, and then forcibly took Hermione away.

All the people who walked in could not be seen from the outside. It seemed like there was a man-eating monster inside, and the darkness was gradually swallowing them.

"Is it okay now?" Grindelwald asked.

"Okay, what do you want to do?" Harry was actually surprised at Grindelwald's cooperation. In fact, he could have just grabbed an innocent person and threatened him to get closer.

Could it be that the teacher still has some good thoughts towards me?

The outside of the castle was empty. The few saints who did not follow Grindelwald were still loyally staying where they were. Potter was like a wooden man and did not speak a word during the entire process.

Harry warned himself not to take any more chances, as there was only one step left to complete his mission. Where could he go next?

Maybe the Forbidden Forest.

He began to understand why in that future world, there was a space for people to gain experience inside the forbidden forest.

Potter noticed where Harry was looking at, and felt a little disappointed for a moment, but fortunately he used a big trick to get Harry away from here.

As for the future of this world?

Potter didn't care, he felt he had done the best he could.

Harry approached little by little, and Grindelwald's hands holding the sword gradually began to sweat. He had always been experienced in big scenes, but now he was unusually nervous.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

Harry cast several layers of armor on himself to protect himself in front of the two of them.

Just the moment I walked over.

Suddenly, a deep crack appeared in the middle of the Hogwarts castle, the surrounding corridors and a small piece of land, and the outermost barrier began to extend rapidly downwards.

The entire basement level began to be wrapped up quickly.

Grindelwald turned his head to take a look, but he was not in a hurry. However, the saints behind him began to feel anxious.

"You guys go in first."

"Yes!"

Several people acted as if they had been granted amnesty, and used all their means to rush to the hall. One person was bounced back and sat on the lawn like a loser, his whole face covered in dust and dejected.

"What do you want to say to me?"

From the moment Grindelwald met Harry, he only showed one hand holding the wand, and the other was hidden in the black robe, so Harry did not doubt this strange posture too much, thinking that it was because he created convenient conditions by hiding his sword.

"Closer."

Harry shook his head and stood three steps away from him, at which distance both of them could see each other's faces very clearly.

"Is Dumbledore okay?" Grindelwald asked him suddenly.

"I sent the principal to the Room of Requirement. He has worked hard over the past 10 days. He deserves a rest."

"Has Fox delivered it?"

Harry nodded.

"That's good." Grindelwald spoke at a normal speed. He took two steps forward during the conversation.

Porter at the back was very excited. He took out a round photo ball, which he had arranged himself. How could he not record such a long show and savor it later?

However, as the two were too close, it might affect his perception, so Potter tilted his head, then took two steps to the side and stood on the left side of Grindelwald, from where he could clearly see the direction and angle of the Dark Lord's sword.

"Harry, do you remember what I said to you the first time I met you?"

Harry scratched his head, counted down silently in his mind, and took two steps back. Grindelwald did not follow him again.

"It seems that you don't remember, which makes me very sad. Let me repeat it to you. My name is Gellert Grindelwald. My biggest dream is to make wizards great again. I am unruly by nature and an extremely conceited person. You may need to be more patient in the days to come. Just listen to what I say."

At this point, Harry naturally would not be moved by a few words, but his consciousness was out of control and a few fragments flashed through his mind.

He is so proud now, why is he now——

Potter was amazed as he watched the scene in the shadow ball. He saw that Harry was distracted. He was worthy of being the first generation Dark Lord. It was easy for him to manipulate people's hearts.

Look, he raised his sword.

What a beautiful sword! Yet, such a sword is going to kill the hope of one's own house. I wonder if that Gryffindor guy will go crazy again.

Look at this gorgeous sword light, cold and sharp, as if it can scratch people's eyeballs with just one glance.

It really makes people——

It’s too fast. It’s really too fast.

Swah——

Potter looked at the shattered shadow ball in his hand and the sword that suddenly appeared in his abdomen. Grindelwald struck while the iron was hot and fired several silent Avada Kedavra strikes while Potter was obviously dazed.

The green light appeared out of nowhere, almost penetrating Potter's limbs, his head, and the torso in the middle.

No one knew that Grindelwald's limit was like this.

Harry didn't even react, only the silver thread still remaining outside his body faithfully recorded this moment.

"I'm proud, kid."

Grindelwald lifted Potter's hood and looked closely at his face, then compared it with Harry's.

"You two do look very similar, but I know very well that you are not the same person. You should also know this, kid. Don't let his words blind you."

"Teacher, no!"

Just when Grindelwald thought he had won, he discovered that Potter, who had been as cold as a puppet and had almost lost all consciousness, was grinning silently, closing the distance between himself and Grindelwald, and quickly pulling the sword out of his abdomen.

I don’t know what means were used.

Grindelwald couldn't move his body. After he understood what happened here, he seemed to accept it very quickly, with a calm expression between his brows.

Harry's speed couldn't keep up with his other self.

The sword was drawn without any blood on it, and then it pierced Grindelwald's chest in an extremely clean manner.

Blood flowed down the tip of the sword.

"You're fucking sick, go to hell, you bitch!"

The saint, who had just looked pale, saw his master being treated like this, and rushed towards Potter like a madman. He was then hit by a green light, and his body went limp and folded on the ground.

Grindelwald sighed.

He had eaten it for himself, and that was why he could not enter the castle.

Harry rushed forward, and the silver threads behind him pierced through Potter's body like crazy, but they carefully avoided Grindelwald.

He took it with both hands, this teacher who he hadn't talked to for a long time.

Harry touched the sword that pierced his chest tremblingly, tears streaming down his face.

"How can I save you? Teacher? How can I save you?"

This weapon, secretly crafted by the fairies, is as powerful as Avada Kedavra.

"Healed like new, healed like new."

Grindelwald wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth he could only make hoarse sounds, and blood gushed out.

"It's really useless, Harry. Just accept your fate. You've saved so many lives, so it's only right that you pay a price."

Amid the flying silver threads in the sky, the man's words were extremely harsh.

"Why aren't you dead yet?" Harry cursed him viciously.

"I, why am I not dead yet?" The man asked with both doubt and lamentation.

"I don't know either."

Grindelwald was very calm. He used the last bit of magic power in his body to clear the blood in his throat.

"Turn me into a bead, Harry. Do what you did to me at first. Turn me into a bead."

Yes, that’s one way!

As if he had found a life-saving straw, Harry quickly took away the sword stuck in Grindelwald's chest, blocked the gushing blood with one hand, and forced himself to ignore Grindelwald's pale face.

How to change? How to change, how should I change?

Correct!

The silver thread that originally attacked Potter was quickly pulled away, wrapping Grindelwald tightly. The sword fell to the ground, lying silently.

The silver threads gradually shrank in size and began to disperse. Harry held a white thread in both hands, which was extremely pure and sacred.

Potter watched as Harry's attack didn't seem to cause any harm to him. "This guy is beyond my expectation. He is surprisingly cleaner than many people. Could it be that this thing is not very accurate?"

He touched his smooth chin, thanking Yinsi for her help, which helped him regain some confidence in his appearance.

The timer had reached the final stage. Harry took advantage of this short time to pull out a piece of parchment from the clothes that Grindelwald had left on the lawn. He was slightly stunned when he saw the words on it.

Potter laughed beside him.

Harry wrote another sentence on the back of the parchment, and then it turned into a sturdy little box. A silver thread broke off, and Grindelwald's ball was placed inside. It was wrapped tightly with silk thread and thrown into the Hogwarts Castle like a ball, which gradually floated down into the sky.

"Aren't you leaving?"

Potter spoke in a friendly manner.

Harry looked at Potter coldly, "Damn you!"

Potter seemed very satisfied with this comment. "Oh, my little Harry, you are so innocent and cute. Don't you realize that you can't kill me no matter what?"

He raised his arm and pointed at the Hogwarts Castle that was gradually floating upwards. "This is not part of the plan I discussed with you. I didn't expect that I had so many clever tricks in the past. Tsk tsk."

"Do you think I should defeat them? You said that they would first feel hopeful, and then despair. How exciting would their expressions be?"

Potter licked the corner of his mouth and said inadvertently, "What a pity. Originally, you were the only one who could kill me, but you are weak. Let me tell you something today. Weakness is the original sin."

He suddenly flew into the air, and the blast of air from his feet blew away the dandelions on the lawn, and the small white umbrellas blurred Harry's vision for a moment.

"You dare!" Harry knew that his silk thread could not stop him, so he could only fly up!

"What am I afraid of?"

Harry hesitated in his heart, because he didn't understand what the other self's purpose was from beginning to end? It seemed like he was in the world of pleasure, but the purpose of each step conflicted with each other, and now it was trying to irritate him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Potter's fingertips were about to touch the barrier at the base of Hogwarts.

No, I can't let him continue like this. There must be something I haven't discovered.

Porter, Porter.

The name is surging between my lips and teeth, something is almost about to burst out?

Then I am.

I am Harry and he is my future. I don't know how he appeared here, but nothing has changed between us.

it's me.

Harry suddenly pointed his wand at himself. Potter seemed to sense something. His expression became terrified and he touched the barrier completely with his palm.

"Harry, if you dare, this castle will fall from the sky without any protection."

Perhaps it was the distance between the two of them, perhaps it was the speed at which sound traveled, or perhaps it was because of Harry's nervousness in the face of death that made him ignore Potter's words above him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The wand refused to point at its master, but the threads followed Harry's will, just as they had done in the beginning, with thousands of threads piercing his heart.