Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 550 Drawing the Sword

Once there was a man brainstorming.

I ask many wise men, why humans have not evolved the sharpest weapons?

Just like the tiger has its sharp claws and fangs, the cheetah has the most agile speed, the elephant has a sturdy body, and the snake has the most deadly venom.

What about that person?

Some wise people say that it is the smartest brain that allows humans to stand above all other creatures.

Some wise men also said that humans can create and use tools, engage in production, and use fire, which begins to draw a line between humans and all other things.

At this time someone smiled slightly.

Isn’t the sharpest weapon this mouth?

You said that, right?

Harry.

Millions of silver threads, the sharpest and most powerful weapons, control everything, captivate people, dominate people's minds, make people terrified, and no one can stop them.

So that's how it is after all.

The threads seemed to have a life of their own, breaking free from Harry himself.

"But even I can't control these, because I can't accept it and have been hating them." The man muttered to himself hiding in the darkness.

"Only you can. You are the kindest and the stupidest."

Harry smiled desperately.

Unfortunately, not many people here seemed to care about his sadness. Grindelwald felt a little distressed, but he still seized the opportunity and tried to take advantage of the confrontation between the two to enter Hogwarts.

Magic, the most powerful magic in the world.

Grindelwald, who has the omnipotent magic that allows people to travel through time and space, took a last look at the mysterious man in black who was confronting Harry.

If the plan went smoothly, Rosier should have been sent to that new world by Harry. With the background of their family, a series of new arrangements should be made soon.

Just as he expected, wizards and Muggles can never live in peace. Due to the sparse population of wizards, the magic that they possess has become the original sin. Dumbledore may be partly right, but after experiments in this world and carefully planned layout, Grindelwald has already gained some experience.

When he returns to that peaceful world, he will once again show his ambitions. I believe it will be a new world and he will bring a brand new future to all wizards.

But it got stuck at the most critical step.

A silver thread passed in front of his eyes and accidentally cut the arm of a saint next to him. The blood from the wound splattered onto the diaphragm and hit the floor inside the hall.

Grindelwald noticed this.

He pointed at his subordinate and said, "You, go in first."

This subordinate was very loyal and obedient. He didn't ask many questions and walked in obediently. Then he looked at his most respected master through the film.

"you come back."

Boom!

This is actually a single side door that only allows entry but not exit.

blood.

There were still traces of blood from those people on the smooth floor. The mysterious man behind him was still confronting Harry, and a large number of wizards behind him were ready to make a move. This was undoubtedly the best opportunity.

Grindelwald tried to touch the blood on the floor with his finger, and then found that the part with blood injury could easily pass through the membrane, but the rest was stuck outside.

This is the only way to get in.

As the lightning flashed, countless thoughts burst into his mind.

If I want to go in, my whole body will most likely be covered with blood. Ordinary people simply cannot bear such an amount of blood. The greatest possibility is death from excessive blood loss, even for wizards. After all, blood is the most indispensable and precious thing in the human body.

Some smart people saw Grindelwald's actions, understood his thoughts, and took two steps back in fear.

Although they didn't know whether they could get in, the Dark Lord was determined to get through the barrier set up by Harry Potter.

Grindelwald slowly turned his head and looked at the saints who lowered their heads with cold eyes. He believed that his subordinates had understood, but no one stood up, which disappointed him very much.

If Rozier were there, she would have cut her wrists without hesitation.

He was a little disappointed.

The man in the air diverted some of his attention and focused it on Grindelwald, with a mocking smile under his hood.

This is a small gift he gave to some people. Thousands of years of waiting, long suffering, endless pain and real-time torture have already made him a little twisted.

"Did you do this too?"

Harry on the side regained his composure. There was a silver ball of light beside him, with countless fine and dense silk threads surrounding it.

"How do these things get back into my body?"

He asked the person opposite him.

The man said nothing, but came quietly behind Grindelwald.

Harry pursed his lips. Things had come to the last moment. He would not give up his long-held insistence for these things. Even if he collapsed, he would wait a little longer.

He comforted himself in this way, and numbly pulled out the silk threads from the ball of light. After recognizing the essence of things, he would torture you with his most cruel face and make you suffer.

Harry could even clearly associate these abusive words with each individual.

The people who made these things must be very vengeful.

He still had the mind to laugh at this time, but those people around him who saw everything happening clearly thought he was crazy.

It's the savior complex at work.

No, this is my decision and has nothing to do with how others treat me.

Li Changsheng floated down, stroking his beard which had grown without knowing when, and slowly came to Harry's side.

"Kid, I think you need something."

A yellow talisman with red runes painted on it was lightly attached to Harry's back.

He suddenly felt his mind clear and all the fatigue between his brows disappeared.

"Thank you."

"Where is my girl going?" Li Changsheng took the opportunity to ask.

"She, she should be safe now. In that peaceful world, there will be no more wars, and there will be no such things."

The silk thread was retracted bit by bit, occasionally emitting a faint blue light, outlining the outlines of a few flowers, which were reflected in Harry's pupils.

"Okay, kid, take care of yourself."

Li Changsheng said no more. He held the whisk in his hand and gently brushed the tail of the whisk across Harry's arm. A wooden bracelet appeared on his wrist.

"If you meet Zhou Fu one day, give this to her for me and tell her that we are waiting for her."

Harry was a little dazed. He looked at Li Changsheng's receding back and thought of his parents. It seemed that he would never have the chance to see them again in this life.

Even, not even the soul.

When he turned around, he saw a standoff between Grindelwald and the mysterious man.

"Look at your dear teacher. He suddenly discovered that some people's blood can help him pass through this membrane. He has a lot of crooked ideas just now."

Harry endured the whispers in his ears. This should be the sequelae of letting them all out and then taking them all back again.

But it is still within the tolerable range.

It is not easy to loosen a taut string so quickly.

The mysterious man's words were heard by many people behind him.

At least there are some people with guilty consciences who subconsciously know that they cannot go to the new world due to some unspeakable reasons.

But now, perhaps there will be a little different gain.

Swish!

Some people quickly took out their wands, pointed them at a handsome young man nearby, slashed his arms hard, and then pounced on him.

"Let's be frank. I've eaten the round beads before, so I definitely can't get in today. But thanks to that old man, we were told how to get in. We can't just wait here to die. There's no bright future for this world."

The young man struggled hard, he didn't understand what happened, why his family suddenly attacked him? This kind of powerlessness and burning pain from the heart corroded his spirit of resistance.

"You old sly fellow, fall apart!"

Another person rushed over, cut a gash on the young man's other arm, and hurriedly smeared the blood on his own arm.

It was like opening Pandora's box, and what came out of the box was plague, jealousy, hatred, suffering, and war.

However, this behavior has dragged human civilization, which has evolved for tens of thousands of years, back to the primitive era of eating raw meat and drinking blood, and the so-called civilized morality has become empty talk.

They attacked each other, and went from being companions who had just agreed to work together for a bright future to being mortal enemies.

The mysterious man laughed so hard, he was so happy that he couldn't help but bend down. His robe slipped off, revealing the grown-up Harry.

Potter touched his bearded chin and slowly walked to Grindelwald's side. He used his powerful magic to force him to turn his head and look ahead, revealing the cruelest human heart.

"Can you take a closer look at what you are leading the wizards to accomplish the great cause? Can these wizards be called human beings?"

Potter rested his elbow lazily on Grindelwald's shoulder.

Grindelwald felt extremely nauseous at this moment, his stomach kept churning, and he wanted to kill all the people in front of him.

However, such a simple trick could make them give up their pride as human beings. This is not a realistic life-and-death struggle.

After all, there is still a living space that can survive for thousands of years. After all, not everyone has come here. After all, this space is slowly forming small mountains and streams, and there are even bright sun and stars.

Why are these people so impatient?

Why would you kill yourself for something that is not yet certain?

Grindelwald had no idea that his previous thoughts were exactly the same as theirs, he was just criticizing them here.

Harry rushed into the crowd, and used the silk thread he had just retrieved to precisely control everyone.

The boy who was pressed under many people had countless wounds on his body and was dead.

Harry was still a little late.

He was very angry and killed the man who was the first to speak out.

The silver thread withdrew.

"Look, look, this is me, this is me."

It was unclear whether Potter's tone was sarcastic or lamenting. He suddenly stopped talking, looked at Harry who was walking towards him little by little, and whispered in Grindelwald's ear.

"What Bai You promised to give you is now in your pocket."

Grindelwald touched his pocket and found a new item inside. His eyes lit up. This trip was not in vain and all his plans paid off.

"I know you want to leave here. Since you were once my teacher, I can provide you with a way out, but you have to help me complete one thing."

The following words were faint, and Grindelwald tried hard to capture every vibration coming to his ears.

His pupils gradually widened, his mouth slightly opened, staring at Potter beside him, and finally said, "Is it really necessary?"

"You don't understand. My target from the beginning to the end has only been him, this naive, stubborn as a stone in a toilet, smelly and hard."

Grindelwald suddenly looked at Harry with some pity.

It seemed as if he had to go through all the hardships, as if only then could he be worthy of the title of savior.

"Actually, there's really no need. I think he probably doesn't have many memories of this place anymore."

"The person who knows me best is myself. I have been thinking about leaving this world for thousands of years and I am almost going crazy. I didn't expect that when I leave, the biggest obstacle would be myself."

Potter shook his head, indicating that Grindelwald had underestimated Harry in the past.

"Harry, come here, I want to talk to you."

Grindelwald suddenly spoke. He looked kind, as if he had returned to the scene two or three years ago when Harry was his teacher teaching him carefully.

Harry was a little dazed.

"Get out of the way."

Potter didn't know when he got the Sorting Hat from Hogwarts Castle into his hands.

The Sorting Hat was silenced, its mouth opened and closed, but it couldn't remind the poor savior.

He used the crowd to shield himself, then slowly pulled the sword of Gryffindor out of the delivery bag. The octopus inside the black fox suddenly fell silent, and then fell heavily to the bottom of the lake.

"It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but only a moment to deploy it. Don't think I ignore your existence."

Gryffindor struggled desperately, but was no match for Potter's restraints.

The azure sword shook violently. Potter hit it hard, and then it became extremely quiet.

He quietly handed the sword of Gryffindor to Grindelwald.

Potter suddenly noticed that the Dark Lord's palms were slightly sweaty.

"Are you nervous?"

Grindelwald shook his head slightly.

"Harry, come here quickly. I have something to tell you. It's about Dumbledore. He asked me to tell you something before he left."

At this time, the saint who was loyally guarding the membrane was pushed away by a petite figure. Hermione ran over anxiously, opening and closing her mouth as if trying to remind someone, but in the end no words came out.

Several saints stood at the door without knowing when, blocking Hermione inside.

"What do you want to talk to me about? I think there's nothing left for us to talk about."

Grindelwald's hand behind his back quietly grasped the sword of Gryffindor.