Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 552 Infection

Potter fell to the ground and looked at the unconscious Harry. Without the outermost cloak to cover him, his thin figure was clearly visible.

He looked down at his hands, which were clean and white, but seemed to be covered in blood the next moment.

I didn't expect this to be the final result.

But it seemed not bad. Potter felt particularly relaxed. He picked up Harry's body, holding his former self, and walked step by step to a big tree next to the Black Lake.

He leaned Harry's upper body against the tree, letting his lower body grow naturally, and sat down with him.

By chance, a long piece of paper fell from the sleeve. The piece of paper looked very old and the words on it were unclear.

Potter took a look and ignored it. It was already out of date anyway. It was a small gift he wanted to give to Harry, but now that the owner was gone, the gift had lost its meaning.

His left hand slowly extended inward from the fingertips, becoming illusory and transparent.

On a long line of time and space, the past disappears and the future cannot be reshaped. If you try to change your fate by force, you will only be punished by God.

If you say that God is also an illusory concept, then that is indeed the case, but he also exists in reality. The big meaty ball next to you is actually another self who refuses to admit defeat.

But Potter was unwilling to become that kind of thing that was neither human nor ghost. Even though he was not human, he still wanted to regard himself as a human. He hated the long life and the meaning of waiting.

The long piece of paper was blown by the breeze and rolled into the black lake. It was quickly soaked by the water and the black ink began to enlarge on the paper.

"system……

intelligence……

The potion..."

"If we had chosen here, perhaps our fate would have been much better than his."

Potter put his palms together and rested them behind his head, resting his head on Harry's legs, looking at the treetops above his head. The layers of branches filtered the light from above into layer after layer of soft spots of light, shining on his face, which was extremely warm.

Potter felt his head sinking a little. He raised his left arm and found that his palm was gone.

"It's really strange, why do I have to pull from the left every time? But this time there shouldn't be any problems, it's just a pity for you."

Potter pinched his chin, Harry lowered his head, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his chin to his neck, and some dripped onto his clothes.

"what--"

Potter didn't want his newest clothes to be stained by this.

The silver thread behind Harry slowly pulled out from his heart, and then began to disappear bit by bit.

Those dirty and abusive words began to lose their support in this world as the lives of the people they insulted passed away.

The sun is warm, the breeze is gentle, and the webs are swaying and fluttering.

Potter didn't want to be disturbed, so he used the last bit of magic in his body to completely block off this large area.

The world is full of troubles, after all, it is too noisy.

As for the people in Hogwarts Castle, they searched for the Room of Requirement in vain and felt that they had been deceived. They wanted to leave the castle, but there was no way they could do so.

Most people cursed loudly and scolded the person who spread the rumor. When the castle began to rise from the ground, everyone inside began to panic. They desperately squeezed towards the windows, trying to escape.

The people in the hall saw the open door and the bright and glorious world outside, which seemed to symbolize the hope and future they had just seen in the castle. Countless people wanted to rush out, but were stopped.

At this time, a small box flew in from outside, and then the silk thread came to Hermione's side accurately. Because the scene was too chaotic, few people noticed this.

Hermione touched the small box that had reached her hands, gently stroking the silver thread, as if her closest friends and lovers were there.

Is it still not working? Am I still a little late?

Harry he...

All the silver threads left, and the small box turned into a piece of parchment in his hand. A pure white round bead emitted a little fluorescence, but there was a tiny crack in it, and energy kept overflowing.

Hermione's face changed from real to fake. Looking more closely, the fluffy hair turned into black-haired Harry. This girl who had disappeared for a long time came to Harry quietly for a long time.

Harry felt a little panicked as he felt the vague connection suddenly disconnected and the Hogwarts Castle rising higher and higher. This was nothing like what his master had described.

He did stare at the iron, watching her reach Angel's hands.

According to the plan, it should have been Harry who came up at the last moment, not the so-called bead.

Grindelwald.

Did you steal Harry's chance?

Harry's expression became somewhat dangerous, but after thinking about the second half of the words on the paper, he finally gave up his dangerous idea.

The silk thread melted into Harry's hands. She curled up and hugged her legs, leaning against a marble pillar, looking at the panicked crowd, thinking about this.

The little guy he just raised sent such news. Harry had pierced all the threads through his heart, but now he was dead.

This also proves the premonition I had just had.

However, although the thread seems to hurt other people, it is actually ineffective against Harry. At most, it will only make him sleep for a while, and he will wake up again.

The so-called escape is nothing more than desperately heading towards another familiar cycle.

Harry woke up, who said he was not Potter?

It seems I have to do it myself.

This is undoubtedly the backup plan left by the master. Thinking of this, Harry felt that he was shouldering the most important mission. When the Hogwarts Castle reached the highest point of this space, the passage that Harry had been building for a long time would appear, and everyone in the castle would disappear.

I hope that world is well prepared.

To find the source of all these cycles, we need to find that stubborn person who doesn’t know whether he is satisfied with the ending of this world or not.

For the first time, Harry was nervous.

Waiting for everyone's desperate screams and looking at their helplessness, I actually felt a lot of pleasure in my heart.

It was just a harmless little joke, and it also helped me vent my anger.

When the barriers touched each other, everyone was unable to move. They could only watch as the extremely strong light penetrated everyone's body and then evaporated. Those material particles had an upward spiral movement and passed through the opened space channel.

Came to the so-called new world.

Harry was among them. Since this was not the first time she had done such a thing, she retained some consciousness, which was rare. During the process, she vaguely felt that there were several eyes watching her.

It can’t be called a gaze.

It can only be described as a state of being known.

They knew what was happening here, and they allowed it to happen. Fate began to deviate slightly at this moment.

Are they too soft-hearted?

Harry suppressed the thought. They had never let Harry go after so many times.

Forget it.

The darkness began to expand rapidly from a small point, and finally swallowed up everyone's waking consciousness. When they opened their eyes again, that power forcibly extracted ten days from everyone's life.

Harry woke up first, and as soon as she opened her eyes she saw Professor McGonagall's concerned gaze.

She sat up with a thud.

"Professor, professor, where is he?"

Mag pursed her lips and said, "Good boy, you should take a rest first. We may need to stay here for a while."

Harry frowned, and with a clear mind, he could clearly see the environment he was in.

This is at Hogwarts Castle.

Why did I come back here again? No, Peeves was floating on the ceiling, a milky white mischievous ghost, lying on the top beam for the first time, as if he was ready to make a move, but he didn't dare to do it.

The portrait next to it chirped.

Very lively and full of vitality, Harry touched his chest and found a white round bead, so he quickly handed it to Mag.

"Professor, Professor, this is what Harry asked me to bring to you. This is—"

Recalling Grindelwald's name in this world, Harry changed the subject and said, "This is a good friend of his. I hope you can pass it to Headmaster Dumbledore."

Harry blinked at the professor, then saw a familiar figure diagonally in front of him not far away, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Next to him was Snape, who was frowning like a bat and looked very angry.

Cedric was walking around the two of them. Neville had grown up, but he still hung his head like a silent stake. Draco's light blond hair was shaking, and he seemed a little angry. He was standing at the door of the hall, banging on the closed door and shouting Hermione's name.

"You ungrateful fellow, do you dare to come out and confront me? Are you going to lock all of us up here?"

"I order you in the name of the head of the Malfoy family, let us out immediately!"

Lucius and Narcissa sat together, looking slowly at a few familiar old friends who came with them.

I don't know how that old guy Ollivander followed me here. At the moment, he just kept laughing and acting silly while hugging a huge piece of wood.

Muttering to himself, he actually abandoned his beloved wand career, and instead said that he suddenly had an inspiration to make a magical clock. It is rare to find materials with such a strong power of time and space.

For the first time, Ollivander felt that with such talent, he would rather die than ask for anything else.

Magg looked at Harry's body with concern, because she knew clearly that there was no such girl who looked exactly like Harry in this world, and she didn't know how long she would exist.

As if sensing the professor's worry, Harry clapped her hands.

Her eyes were fixed on the white round bead that McGonagall had already received. "Professor, give it to Headmaster Dumbledore. He will understand."

"it is good."

Harry found that she was not the only one who had just woken up. In just a few moments, people woke up one after another, looked at the familiar environment, touched their intact bodies, looked at Dumbledore, as if they had finally found a place to complain, and burst into tears, hugged his calves, and pushed the cold-faced Snape aside.

"Albus, you have to make the decision for me." The man was crying and calling Dumbledore's name affectionately, which made McGonagall, who was about to come over to speak, a little at a loss.

"Minerva?"

Dumbledore spoke, the man still holding his calves, without any sense of shame.

"How did you come?"

"This is what Harley, who just woke up, asked me to give it to you."

At this time Dumbledore took it as he was told. He still seemed to be the amiable White Lord, but he had become much younger, and his strength had reached the top level, and there was no period of coming down.

Feeling the fluctuations in his hand, Dumbledore could vaguely sense that this was, this should be Grindelwald's. If he came here, then Tom should too.

In this world, he is a dead Dark Lord, but his soul happened to come here again. Will a new devil be created under the imposition of world consciousness? Dumbledore kept this worry in his heart.

The main question now is, when will the Ministry of Magic represented by Hermione release them?

And Hermione, as the official representative at the time and one of them, was currently on the roof of Hogwarts Castle, unwilling to see the people inside.

Harry did not come back.

The man disappeared.

Ron was still asleep.

There were several Aurors she trusted, escorting an elegant old woman.

Rozier was almost one of the first people to come to this world, but she was almost the last to be found and was not very cooperative.

Faced with such a powerful family that still existed behind her, Hermione couldn't kill her and could only persuade her with kind words.

In the school infirmary on the third floor, the newly-crowned Madam Pomfrey was feeling everything about her body with some novelty, as two memories began to intertwine and blend.

Then the images overlapped, and a room full of red hair blinded him.

Molly sat on the stool, looking at her little son Ron, who had been away from home for a long time and was so well-behaved for the first time, with some concern. It was a pity that he was still in a coma.

Arthur leaned against the window, watching as more Aurors came over. Every time the twins came, they would chatter and tease their brother Percy.

The remaining two elder brothers looked at each other with headaches, and their little sister Ginny was fidgeting, looking at the window from time to time, as if she could see a playboy who had left home for a long time.

Harry still hadn't appeared.

Ginny bit her lip and finally made up her mind to go downstairs to take a look. When she left the school infirmary, she noticed that Madam Pomfrey seemed to have recovered her spirits.

However, these are secondary issues.

There are two girls, two girls who seem to have a close relationship with Harry, and they do not appear in this world at all.

She felt a little nervous and touched her already aged face. The brave Gryffindor actually felt cowardly for the first time.

The village of Hogsmeade, which is closest to Hogwarts Castle, has been completely evacuated at this moment, and all the doors and windows here have been sealed.

All outsiders who have come into contact with this place must be isolated in another place for a period of time, and will only be allowed to go out after no abnormalities are found.

It's almost like a giant viral source that infects anyone who tries to get close to it.