Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 549 Weapons

"Host, go ahead! As long as you snatch the thing in her arms and then throw it away in front of Harry, or use your wand to create a clever firework, your mission will be accomplished. I will escort you away immediately and ensure that you will not be in any danger."

He is Thomas, and he has never forgotten his identity from beginning to end.

However, the system's words still need to be examined. At least before he left the world for the first time, he had no idea about this memory.

Angel suspected that the system had used some means to force this memory into his mind. He decided to play it safe. Besides, Harry was a pitiful guy.

All he had to do was snatch this thing from Hermione's hands, pick it up and run away, leaving this world. There was no need to do anything like that.

Hermione had the same effect in passing on the message.

Just do it.

Even if she was very cautious and tried her best and worked very hard during her two years at school, how could she be able to defeat Angel?

In a moment, Hermione fainted again. Angel gently carried her to the stool. She was a small ball, but still a child after all.

He put his coat on Hermione and then left. There was no more news of his old friend in the wind. He walked to the kitchen, took a small cupcake from the plate, and walked towards the hazy future.

"Well done, host."

There is also a chirping system that accompanies him in traveling through thousands of worlds, and the iron object in his arms will be safely delivered to another new world.

There were no wizards or magic there. In a quiet little village, Angel explored everywhere and finally selected two families.

The breeze fluttered the corners of my clothes, the dandelion fluff danced in the air, the street lights suddenly went out, and a tall and slender figure gradually disappeared into the dark.

They will have a good future, which can be regarded as compensation to Harry.

The moment Angel left, Harry, who was still staring at the clock in front of him, suddenly felt nervous. Why did he feel so empty inside?

Perhaps it was the sudden relaxation that made the opponents feel that they had an opportunity to take advantage of. Some wizards secretly raised their wands, wanting to attack quietly.

Harry blocked everyone in front of him.

The man behind him came over and supported Harry's shaking body.

"Don't worry, everything will be done. This is the only step left. It's time to complete what you and I have been planning for so long."

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Just as Grindelwald was concentrating and thinking carefully about how to break the stalemate, Harry suddenly turned and ran, quickly running to Hogwarts Castle, in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to close the door.

The people under his control also followed him and ran inside one after another, but there were too many people and the space at the gate was limited, so many people were left outside.

It's a trap.

It must be a trap.

However, a small number of people who were left outside suddenly regained consciousness. They broke free from the silver threads and regained clarity in their minds. When they saw the group of people behind them, they suddenly burst into tears.

It seemed as if he wanted to pour out all the suffering, resentment, dissatisfaction and grievances in his heart.

"Baby, I'm sorry." The mother who came over first, hugged her child and cried loudly, feeling grateful for surviving the disaster.

"Mom, hurry into Hogwarts Castle, go to the 8th floor, there is a passage out of here, our whole family can leave here."

"What kid, what are you talking about?"

Especially the one who was grabbed by the wrist by her child, and then she and her husband desperately followed the crowd and rushed into the castle gate.

In the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, there is a passage leading to another world.

There you can leave this world that is about to be destroyed and start a new life.

The news spread like wildfire among the crowd. People were jostling each other, pushing and shoving each other, and even some short wizards were sidelined.

Since Apparition was not allowed in the castle, they could only resort to normal Muggle methods.

There were also some quick-witted people who used a flying spell to summon a flying broom from a nearby shed, wanting to take their loved ones high into the sky, and then rush into several classrooms on the 8th floor to quickly arrive.

Boom!

"Don't push, don't push, you can't go in from up there, there's only this one entrance!"

The man covered his forehead angrily, stepped on the flying broom that could not bear the weight and broke it, then pushed the crowd in front of him with all his might.

The gate is so high that it is impossible to fly in even at low altitude. One can only follow the flow of people and go in little by little.

The people behind didn't know why the people in front suddenly wanted to rush into Hogwarts like crazy, but everyone followed suit.

It doesn't seem right if I don't do this myself.

Grindelwald tried his best to maintain order, and he even killed several people he disliked with his own hands, but no one listened to what he said, and Dumbledore had already disappeared while the crowd was in turmoil.

Some people were able to go in, but there were others who desperately slapped the transparent barrier in front of them and shouted loudly.

Why won’t you let us in?

These stubborn people are like reinforcing layer upon layer of human barriers, preventing those behind them from advancing even an inch.

"There are still quite a few people behind, but if the group in front doesn't leave, how can they get in?" Harry touched his smooth chin, and then felt some immature stubble near his neck.

Have I grown this big without realizing it?

He was a little surprised.

"No, no, please let me in."

Bang!

The group of people in the front were cleared away by a powerful force, and the people behind were able to go in.

Grindelwald used his powerful magic to push the group of people in front of him aside. Under the gaze of everyone, he gently placed his hand on the barrier and touched a layer of cold substance.

I am sure I can——

I go.

Merlin cursed, but as luck would have it, "Dumbledore" came to his side at some point, baring his teeth, and then walked in slowly. Before leaving, he did not forget to provoke him, stretching out his old hand and then retracting it.

I have never suffered such a great humiliation.

Grindelwald was furious.

"grown ups!"

The commotion was only temporary, eternal power was king. The saints under Grindelwald were proud of being part of the Wizarding Party. They formed one human wall after another, and then blocked the wizards who did not have time to enter.

Grindelwald now understood that Hogwarts might have become another strange filter, and Harry just wanted to save everyone who could be saved.

To be on the safe side, only one entrance, the lobby, is set for this filter.

This entrance just gave me an opportunity.

Harry is still the kind-hearted little guy, but he is really tight-lipped. Such a big secret was not known to others until everything was over.

At least Grindelwald could be very sure that Dumbledore knew nothing about it.

"Harry, come out, otherwise the people behind you won't be able to get in. Do you think those who have already run in will blame you for not taking their other relatives in as well?"

In a moment, the positive and negative directions were reversed.

"What are you looking at? Let's go after him. The way out is right in front of us. Why are you still afraid of the damn Dark Lord? We are all much more powerful than them."

Someone shouted from behind.

"spread!"

The saints heard what their master said, and then withdrew to the sides in an orderly manner.

Waving his wand, Grindelwald turned gracefully, and a grand blue flame instantly devoured almost all of the first and second floors. This was the power of a great wizard, and almost no one could contend with it.

At this moment, a green light suddenly appeared beside Grindelwald.

Tom showed his true face.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Who is it? Come out!"

He was tall and thin, wearing an empty wizard robe. Around his neck was an ornate pattern of green and silver.

Grindelwald suddenly put down his wand, and a blue flame more than one meter high appeared between him and the man.

The rolling heat waves made Shuangfeng's faces a little blurry. At this time, even the most calm people knew that danger was coming.

The killing curse that suddenly appeared just now has caused a person to fall to the ground silently.

The saint next to him carried the body of his companion to the corridor at the side and stared at the man who suddenly appeared with some anger.

“I thought we were partners at the very least,” Grindelwald said.

"Partner?" The voice was hoarse and unclear, with a hint of sarcasm and ridicule in the tone, "I don't know when I became a so-called partner. Do you qualify?"

Grindelwald laughed in anger, knowing that being angry at this moment was useless and he had to think clearly about the way forward.

It was obvious that he was being fooled, and if he was desperate and fulfilled that person's wish, he would end up in a worse situation.

What other chips do I have? What other chips do I have?

"Harry!" he suddenly shouted, and the gray residue from the blue flames floated around everyone.

"The bodies of your parents are still in that guy's hands, but he doesn't want to revive them as you agreed. Instead, he wants to let your parents fall into Angel's hands. I am an idiot, and you, his disciple, are not much better."

what!

own parents.

Harry quickly returned to the crowded area of ​​the hall and located it precisely at the back, where the little girl was sitting on a stool sleeping peacefully, with a very familiar looking wizard robe on the outside.

At this moment, a person nearby reached out a hand and accidentally pulled the robe to the ground, and a piece of paper floated gently in the air.

"Flying Curse!"

It was Angel's familiar handwriting. "I will take good care of your parents for you. Then, I hope you will be careful of that person when you see this note."

The cruelest thing in life is to hold hope in front of you and then cruelly destroy it.

Although Harry knew that he might not be able to see his parents in person, knowing that they were alive again and living happily with their former relatives and friends was undoubtedly the greatest comfort.

At least in that cave, when Harry recovered his memory and then reluctantly cooperated with that person to accomplish this, he had such words to comfort himself.

"Grindelwald!"

The man gnashed his teeth.

"Hahahahaha, Harry, this is the last lesson your teacher will teach you. There is no one you can trust. You can never trust anyone. Do you understand? Including yourself!"

Do not trust anyone.

This sentence sounded familiar to Harry. He listened to Jermain's words and did not believe his teacher or Dumbledore. He was even more wary of the man who suddenly turned from an enemy to a partner.

But because they had the same consensus among themselves, I suddenly realized that they also had differences on the issue of resurrecting their parents.

"You promised me!"

Hermione was still sleeping in the hall. People inside found the passage in twos and threes, the passage leading to the eighth floor, the passage leading to heaven.

She fell asleep peacefully, and her brows, which had been furrowed ever since she knew the secret, finally relaxed.

In the school infirmary on the third floor, Pomfrey and Kingsley noticed something unusual outside and took their first step in these days, stepping out of this closed space that had been closed for a long time.

The two seemed to have come to a vegetable market.

"What's going on? Why are so many people coming in? Where are Harry and the others?"

The man who was grabbed wanted to curse loudly, but when he saw that it was Madam Pomfrey, his anger suddenly deflated like a balloon being pricked by a needle, and he spoke in a gentle voice.

"Teacher, you should hurry to the eighth floor. That's where our last hope of escape is. We can leave this damn place. Oh, I thought you had already--"

The man interrupted the following words in time.

"Having said this, I hope you will be well in the future."

The man bowed slightly, standing out from the crowd of people fleeing famine. He looked like a mysterious god, standing high on the top of a mountain, free of desires, pure and natural.

Then he ran like a madman, following the crowd, looking extremely divided.

Pomfrey opened her mouth wide. She looked at the familiar student who had just graduated from Hogwarts. She actually said the same words as Harry.

"Then we'll follow."

Kingsley scratched his head, their stupor seemed a little out of place.

"Go away, ma'am. You can't stay here. Otherwise, when Harry Potter realizes what's going on, you might be chased away again."

A girl walked through the crowd, accurately positioned herself in front of the two people, and finally grabbed Pomfrey's wrist and started running forward.

"Hey, don't move. Where are you going?"

"Of course it's the eighth level, ma'am. Many people have proven it."

"Ow."

"Really? How did I promise you? I never made any promises to you, did I little Potter?"

“You gave these to me.”

Millions of threads gushed out of Harry's body. "It helped me a lot."

"I didn't give it to you. It was yours, Harry."

"What's mine and yours?"

"Take a closer look. Whose are these?"

The man waved his hand in the air, and Li Changsheng stood quietly behind him.

The silk thread quickly enlarged and turned into a long sentence that had no boundaries.

"Harry Potter, why don't you just die? Harry Potter, why don't you just die? Harry Potter, you have to live well——"

"These"

All of them are yours.