Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 539 Confusion

There was an itch on his chest, and Dudley's consciousness was a little hazy.

Ho ho ho——

The blood in his throat mixed with saliva, his respiratory tract was blocked by something, and suddenly many memories of another girl appeared in his mind.

No, he rolled on the grass holding his head.

No! Ah——

He screamed as loud as he could, hoping that the people not far away would notice him, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

All they could do was watch Harry let the little boy go, and the little girl followed behind the child.

Harry and Ron headed to the central camp.

He lost consciousness for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the tent, a place he had stayed in for many days and was extremely familiar with.

Here, Grindelwald and Rosier were still in the tent, but Harry turned them into beads with ease. Dudley was very surprised, and he watched the beads fall on the table.

Then a girl suddenly came over, it was Harley -

The world then began to become blurry, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the cabin by the lake, and the man was still sleeping in his bed.

He watched helplessly as his body went out of control, turned into her, and killed those children.

The world was spinning, and almost everyone became the messenger of justice who punished themselves.

No, that's not the case.

Dudley lay on the ground, looking at his red elbow with traces of blood on it, and his skirt stained with a lot of mud.

Harry stood not far away, looking down at him with an unusually cold expression.

He was shivering with cold sweat. He looked up at the people gathered around him. There were more people than before. They seemed to be the ones who survived the camp but had lost their memories.

Why did all this happen? Was it because I touched the real secret that they wanted to kill me?

He was dragged by the crowd in a daze to a small house by the lake. The two people in the house had already left.

Harry, who had been watching over him, suddenly came closer and whispered in his ear, "This is a warning."

Harry pushed hard and Dudley left. He sat on the seat in the center tent, sweating profusely, his chest heaving violently, the shadow of death still vivid in his mind.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Dudley knelt on the floor and kowtowed hard. Corwin, who was dozing on the sofa nearby, was startled. He sat up in surprise and looked at his companion as if he was crazy. Something was wrong with him since he came back that day.

This forced Corwin to stay here and occasionally dress up as Harry Potter to satisfy his pleasure.

He crossed his legs, and I really wanted to record this scene, but what was wrong with this guy?

"You--" Dudley seemed to have just realized that there was someone beside him. He looked at Corwin, who had a confused look on his face. When their eyes met, Dudley, who was about to ask something, closed his mouth.

He continued to kowtow until his forehead was covered in blood. Cowen could no longer bear to watch it, mainly because the noise was too loud and he couldn't completely avoid it.

"What on earth are you trying to do? How have you done anything wrong to your master?"

"Have you forgotten all about it?"

Logically speaking, he was punished by his master because he was too curious and discovered the truth. So what would be the punishment for Cowen, who also knew the truth?

Cowen scratched his hair in confusion and pulled at the tie around his neck. His body was forever frozen at the age of 11. When he heard his companions' words, something wrong with the past period of time suddenly came to his mind.

"I forgot something. I do feel like I forgot something, but I can't put my finger on it—"

He pounded his head hard, and in the process, his silver eyes flickered in Dudley's sight.

He smiled dejectedly, never mind, from the moment this silver thread stuck to him, perhaps his destiny would no longer belong to himself.

Dudley summoned a water mirror and looked at the gradually fading pupils. Some memories in his mind began to blur, leaving only the deepest fear in his heart. He had experienced this countless times.

Maybe this is why the first reaction of people around the master is to kowtow and kneel.

Taking the tent as the center, digging two hundred meters downwards in the northwest direction, one can see a fake Ron working hard. He has been working here for a long time, and his intuition tells him that this is his only way to escape.

But so many days have passed, why is there not even the slightest sign?

In order to stay away from the secret that might cost him his life, he walked in the opposite direction. According to information revealed by the staff here during the conversation, the base has had three exits from the outside world since its construction.

One is in the camp, which is specially opened for the inspection of the wizard, and the other is opened outside the downtown area, which is for the convenience of the staff inside to get off work. The fake Ron wanted to slip away from here, but the inspection there is often more strict than that leading to the camp.

The fake Ron didn't want to go back there at the moment. He felt that the place was even more dangerous than the pink mist, and another gust of dust flew up.

Maybe, maybe he should look for the legendary third passage. It is said that it is an uninhabited path. He suddenly felt a chill on his back. He loosened his arms, jumped down from the ceiling, hid quietly in a small compartment opposite, and looked out through the gap in the door panel.

Before leaving, he had blocked the big hole. Due to its remote location, no one came here except for a scientific researcher who often came to get experimental materials.

Could it be him?

The result was unexpected. The fake Ron clearly noticed the movement, but he stayed in this small compartment for nearly two hours and still no one came, as if everything just now was an illusion.

He trusted his intuition very much and wanted to send the silver thread to check outside, but it was now soft and weak due to excessive load.

This was the first time he saw this little thing so tired. No, he had to rest for a while, otherwise he would not be able to escape when danger came.

As he thought this, his body uncontrollably moved his eyes to the gap again.

A blue pupil was waiting there quietly.

The fake Ron almost couldn't breathe. He took a few steps back in fear, looking at the sheets and quilt covers scattered around, which were now covered with thick dust.

He jumped in with all his strength and wrapped himself tightly with layer after layer of cloth.

"Young man, I have been observing you for a long time. Do you have any way to leave here? Can you take me with you?"

He pretended to be dead. Even when the man asked him again in a nice voice, he remained motionless. He couldn't see me, couldn't see me, couldn't see me.

Ugh--

With a soft sigh, he left the darkness and returned to the dim light. He had sharp blue eyes, a white curly beard draped over his chest, a tattered black wizard robe, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses.

His expression was kind, yet commanding, and he exuded a convincing aura.

"You are, you are Dumbledore."

The fake Ron was fortunate enough to have some of Ron's memories. The most vivid memory in his memory, apart from Dumbledore's, was only Harry Potter.

"Oh, you know me?"

Thinking of his memory of how amiable and kind the headmaster was to Muggles, the fake Ron couldn't help but feel a little excited. It was really hard to find such a powerful wizard.

What good fortune has come to you?

"Yeah," he nodded heavily, his eyes sparkling, his face showing admiration and intimacy that he himself was not aware of.

Dumbledore's heart skipped a beat. He had finally managed to escape from the iron, only to find that he had lost most of his magic power. But at this moment -

He had to rush back to Hogwarts, and Lupin found him when he was escaping. Instead of revealing it to that person, he explained to Dumbledore everything that happened in Hogwarts.

Some of them were within his expectations, but others were beyond his expectations.

We must get back to Hogwarts quickly.

Just after Dumbledore left, a black robe appeared behind Lupin.

A pale hand stretched out from inside the robe, and Lupin gently grasped it with his backhand, then finally brought it to his chest and held it in his arms.

"Thank you for your hard work. You finished your last shift."

"What nonsense! You are so bold as to touch me."

Hearing the familiar voice, Lupin was not afraid, but took those hands and walked forward slowly. He looked at every room here with some sighs, "It took so long to set up, you must have been very tired."

The man said nothing.

"But in the end, no one knows the sacrifice you made. Is it worth it? They will curse you and hate you forever."

Lupin's voice gradually became lower. He had advised this stubborn child countless times, but he was always moved by his eyes.

"After I leave, you have to take good care of my father, and--"

"Don't worry, that's James. Lily was also a good friend of mine back then."

The two came to the legendary third passage, where was a most ordinary portrait. The content of the portrait was a happy family of three, watching a newlywed couple walking into the wedding hall. The background was Hogwarts, and all the teachers and students sincerely congratulated the arrival of happiness.

"Goodbye." The pale hands gently pulled away from Lupin's hands.

"Is there really no other way?" He shouted, tears streaming down his face unconsciously, "I can be with you."

"Nothing."

The figure slowly disappeared.

After finding the right direction and about to leave, Dumbledore sensed something. He didn't know which detail he had overlooked. He should have left here as soon as possible, but there was always a pair of transparent tentacles grabbing his ankles.

Lupin, what did Lupin say when he met him?

Dumbledore tried desperately to recall the memories, but they slowly slipped away like sand in his hands. The silk thread in the fake Ron's hand began to shake, and it broke away from its owner's hand, and finally hit Dumbledore's temple with incredible precision.

Carry out your final mission.

No, no, he was almost finding it, but the lost memory made him feel confused. What should I do?

You have to hurry to Hogwarts and stop Harry Potter.

A voice answered.

I also want to take someone away, and he took me away from here.

No, you didn't. You found this passage alone. Look at the ceiling, there are traces of your magic. If you don't speed up, more people will die.

Dumbledore was a little shaken.

After the fake Ron's silver wire detached, his body lost support. His entire skeleton was instantly pulled away, and he fell to the ground before he could even open his mouth to call for help.

The skin began to rot and the bones began to soften, but this process happened silently and Dumbledore, who was a few steps away, did not notice it at all.

The two of them just stood there, and the fake Ron realized that he might have died a long time ago. From the moment those people surrounded him, all his organs were replaced.

The reason why they have been wandering here for a long time without being discovered may be just because they want to observe the experimental results after the operation.

As they wish.

The tear glands at the corners of the eyes were the soul's last struggle. Transparent liquid flowed out from the corners of the eyes, and then the body began to decay rapidly. The tears dripped onto the ashes and condensed into a soft round bead.

Dumbledore left here, and the darkness swallowed his figure.

Not long after, Lupin came over, spread out the remaining ashes, and carefully placed the unformed bead in the palm of his hand, observing it carefully.

"Have a good sleep, and have a sweet dream."

Dumbledore was almost unaware of what he was doing. When he regained consciousness, he had come to the front of a group of people. Grindelwald was standing beside him, looking at him with concern, and many people were standing behind him.

The scene was very familiar, so familiar that it made him a little scared.

"Albus, Albus, what's wrong with you?"

Dumbledore didn't know what to say next because he didn't know why he was here or what was going on.

Grindelwald patted his hand gently. "Were you seriously injured by that Potter guy? Your memory is a little fuzzy."

Some people on the side spoke out angrily, criticizing Harry Potter as worthless.

Dumbledore sounded a little angry.

"Shut up, you are not allowed to say that about him."

Those who spoke were very surprised. They looked back and forth between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, then they shut their mouths and retreated into the crowd.

"What are you doing?"

"We must take back Hogwarts and rescue the students and teachers trapped in the castle by Harry Potter." Grindelwald waved his hand.

"You." Dumbledore closed his eyes. "I suddenly remembered something that can make it easier to open this passage so as not to cause unnecessary casualties. But we still need to wait another day."

"Everyone, let's go back first."

Once Dumbledore opened his mouth, no one in the team dared to say no.

He supported his forehead with a headache. Grindelwald, who was standing behind him, kept changing his expression.