Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 540 Rebirth

Harry was now standing on the roof of Hogwarts Castle. Spaces were slowly merging into each other and he could see the hazy Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest not far away.

In the future, there is a secret realm hidden deep in the forbidden forest. There are all the answers to this world. The future me already knows it, but the present me is still trapped in the fate that has been determined by the future, struggling.

"Harry——"

Georges climbed out of the top-floor window with some difficulty and came behind Harry.

"They are coming soon, are you prepared?"

Harry thought about the prophecy that Grindelwald had described to him in private, looked at Georges beside him, touched his chin, and said with a smile, "It seems that we don't have enough people here. You can leave now."

"What are you talking about?" Georges hit Harry's shoulder heavily. He is now in his thirties, but when he thinks about it carefully, he is not as good as the young man in front of him.

"Where's Angel?"

Harry looked at the other side of the Black Lake, where many dark shadows had just appeared vaguely and then disappeared.

"He, he should be on the underground floor now. Aren't there a lot of detained students there?"

Thinking of those people's hostile eyes, Georges still feels a little scared when he recalls it now. They were attacked from all sides. News came from outside that many people had gathered at the border, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald appeared in their team.

The common rooms of the four major colleges in Hogwarts Castle hold many senior students. Their strength, if taken individually, is no worse than that of the fledgling Aurors.

Harry had done everything he was supposed to do. If not now, when would he run?

He told Harry his thoughts.

Harry seemed to be enlightened, his eyes widened slightly, "I think what you said makes sense, but before you leave, I need you to do me a favor."

"Okay, okay." Georges seemed particularly happy. He rubbed his hands together and said, "I have a small request."

He pinched his thumb and index finger together and put them in front of Harry's eyes.

"what?"

Here it comes. After hearing Georges' words, Harry felt that the dust had settled. After all, it was really scary for a stranger to suddenly stand behind you at the last moment and act as if he would never give up.

He was also very curious as to why a young and promising professor would resolutely switch to another school and apply for a cursed course like Defense Against Magic.

"Sir!" George Stone knelt on the ceiling.

This posture made Harry take two steps back and almost fall down. Some broken bricks and tiles began to loosen. He turned his head and saw that a small stone had smashed a white mark on the top of the corridor.

Harry didn't say anything. Judging from his previous behavior, the guy who knelt down at every turn was probably that man's subordinate.

He was curious.

After Georges finishes speaking, I will go to see Angel later. It is time to put an end to those guys who are imprisoned on the underground level.

"You said."

"I believe you should already know that I am a chess piece casually arranged by that lord." Georges stared at the dilapidated roof, where a white dandelion actually grew. In the breeze, some small umbrellas floated to the tip of his nose.

He seemed to remember something and held his breath hard, and then his cheeks suddenly turned red.

Harry didn't see it, just stared at the easily visible whorls of hair on the top of his head. This man seemed to have two.

"I was ordered by my Lord to transfer to Hogwarts School to help you when necessary, but some minor problems arose later."

Georges remembered that place, with rolling green hills beside the vast grassland, rows of castles at the foot of the hills, and some small villages around the castles.

That's where everyone flocks to.

He was fortunate enough to become one of them, and even when he was the guard of the castle, he had the honor to meet the former adults and received rewards from them.

A brown round bead.

This is why he was chosen to come into this world, to contribute to the adults' plans and to contribute his own strength.

The bead gave him an explosion of magic power, and his body had the quality to travel through time and space, but he suffered a lot of injuries along the way, which was why he maintained the level of an ordinary rookie professor.

"What did you say?"

Georges could hear the anger in the tone and he swallowed. Based on his observation of Harry Potter during this period, he could sense that this was a kind-hearted person.

That would be great news for me.

Harry was a little confused for a moment. That was to say, this person knew the screening mechanism of the Room of Requirement in advance, so when he said that he would be sent to that world, he did not move. That was because he knew that he could not get through at all, so he did not bother.

And now, why is he saying this in front of me?

Didn't he know that the bead, the brown bead, was the first victim of Hogwarts, Thomas of Hufflepuff.

Seeing Harry remained silent, Georges became a little panicked. He had gone through so much trouble to get here, and the only one who could save him was Harry Potter.

But he, but he seemed to be unclear about some things.

Thinking of the adult's instructions and the soft whispers that lingered in his ears all the time, Georges couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.

"You stand up first."

"Yes."

No matter what time it was, Harry was still not used to someone kneeling next to him.

He looked into Georges' sincere eyes, "Why did you eat it?"

Harry asked slowly, word by word.

"This is a very normal thing. I just didn't know that wizards could turn into beads. This is equivalent to cannibalism."

Speaking of this, he patted his chest unconsciously and looked at Harry cautiously, "This is actually a very normal thing. Just like, just like eating chicken."

Georges' eyes were fixed on the dandelion growing in the crack. At this moment, most of its fluff had disappeared. This thing was dispersing quickly, but there was not much wind around.

Seeing that Harry didn't say anything, Georges continued to speak. He remembered that when he came here, he had heard that among the previous professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts, there was a professor whose name was missing. According to the information he learned from secret channels, this person seemed to be Harry Potter's godfather, named Sirius Black.

"I actually saw another huge purple pearl on that lord's throne. There was actually another one, and I didn't have time to take it."

Based on my understanding of the owner, I can make a little inference and find out what this pearl is?

Harry listened, trying hard to suppress his anger. This was still the same person who dared to tell everything about that world in this world.

But he did notice one thing.

In this world, wizards and Muggles can both become tonics that enhance the magical power of the human body, and in that world, it seems that only specially bred Muggles can accomplish this.

What do these subtle differences actually mean?

"How can I help you?"

In Georges's view, Harry's words represent his hope of survival.

"You just need to use magic to turn me into a bead, and then feed it to a Muggle. Of course, you don't need to find this Muggle. If nothing goes wrong, he is in Mr. Grindelwald's secret base right now."

"Oh?"

"who is it?"

This was something Harry was completely unaware of.

"This Muggle is Thomas's brother. He used to work in a Muggle military base and has reached the rank of captain. I think you should have seen him."

The long-forgotten memories slowly turned the pages, and in Harry's opinion, there would be no newer stories, which once again added a bold and colorful stroke.

"This is a very sad story." Seeing hope, George wanted to take advantage of Harry's soft heart and find a way to survive before the final battle.

He talked about how he "inadvertently" but in fact he swallowed the ball made by little Thomas out of extreme desire, and turned into a brown round bead. After waiting for his strength to increase, he found that he had already stepped into a huge trap.

In that world, Muggles were kept in small, isolated pieces of land like livestock. He was born there, but was fortunate enough to awaken his wizarding talent before the age of eleven. After leaving that land, he abandoned it and regarded it as a stain on his life.

Later, Georges shuddered all over, and he simply skipped this paragraph and went straight to the point.

"I didn't expect this to be considered as killing my own kind. Then I was discovered by them in some way, and then I lost that coveted job and became a dark wizard hated by everyone."

The heaven and earth changed dramatically, darkness fell, the sun was no longer visible, the birds and beasts were silent, there was no trace of any crows or sparrows, and everyone was trembling with fear, as if they were on the edge of an abyss, or walking on thin ice.

Under the pursuit of the Auror team of that world, he came to the edge of the world, separated by a vast ocean. Then he hardened his heart and plunged into the vast ocean, shaking off the many pursuers behind him.

Perhaps it was Merlin's blessing. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a small island. There were only one or two wizards and many Muggles on the island.

I thought the world was mine, but I didn't expect it to be the gaze of the abyss.

He was surprised to find that these Muggles were the legendary reserve resources, producing one bead after another to maintain this strange world.

But on the day when the world changed drastically, the island lost its only connection with the continental shelf due to the vibrations caused by its location at the seaside. Afterwards, it came here under the embrace of the ocean and drifted aimlessly.

Among the many Muggles, there was a child who was about the size of an 11-year-old child. Georges accidentally discovered that this person was called Thomas.

The name made him wary.

Although he didn't know who the wizard was before he turned into a bead, perhaps the magic power hidden in his body that did not belong to him was reminding him all the time to find this guy.

And there is a group of Muggles who often go to a cave on the edge of the cliff.

A series of secrets attracted Georges, who had escaped death by chance.

He found a magical place at the end of the cave.

However, little Thomas seemed to have expected it. He looked coldly at the wizard who was more than a head taller than him and ran in without looking back.

Georges wanted to chase in, but he found out.

Angel is here.

The fragile dandelion on the roof has now pushed all its children into the wind, bringing new life to this land.

Occasionally, a small white umbrella is particularly lucky and follows the trajectory of the wind to the very edge of the space, where it should have stuck to it or been slowly corroded.

Unexpectedly, the goddess of luck favored him and he successfully passed through the barrier. The Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest in the distance gradually became clear again.

Angel patted the dirt off his body, then casually put an arm on Harry's shoulder, "What are you guys talking about? It's so lively, tell me about it."

Georges didn't dare to say a word, and even dodged left and right when facing Angel's gaze.

"Then?"

The familiar configuration reminded Harry of the Room of Requirement, and he was sure there must be some connection between them.

"after--"

Georges stretched out his voice, "That little guy is dead, really, I didn't mean to do that, I just wanted to take a look at that very strange guy, but I didn't expect-"

His voice became lower and lower.

"I didn't expect that killing him once wasn't enough for you, and you wanted to kill him a second time. The spark of his life has been snuffed out by you time and time again, and now you shamelessly come to Harry for help."

Angel opened his mouth and spoke bluntly, but Georges didn't dare to say anything.

Harry's eyes moved back and forth between the two men, finally landing on Angel.

Seeing that Harry stopped talking, Georges felt a little desperate.

"So little Thomas is yours—" Harry turned his head away.

"In fact, to some extent, I am——"

Warning, warning, the host must not disclose secrets to the native residents.

The red alarm lights in his mind kept ringing. Seeing his points plummeting, Angel felt painful. He finally understood why he couldn't leave this world and why he was always asked to come here to perform impossible tasks.

Perhaps in some mysterious way, his fate has been entangled, intertwined, and woven with this place, and has long been inseparable.

“Actually, I’m Thomas.”

The expected pain did not come, the timeline was not restarted, and the memory was not erased. He looked at Harry's shocked expression and Georges's deathly pale face, and Angel suddenly looked a little sympathetic.

"You know, this kind of secret is generally not known to outsiders."

"But once it's said, the world will eliminate those who challenge it for the sake of stability," Harry added.

"So you understand." Angel raised his eyebrows. No wonder he could become the protagonist of this world.

Harry looked at Georges who was standing aside.