Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 534: The Response

Clinton was tied up tightly in the tent. An old man with a white beard was sitting on a chair, drinking hot chocolate slowly in his hand.

"I'm really sorry to bother you to sleep here for a while, young man."

He leaned over, pinched his chin, and used Legilimency. His past experiences were like a film, playing before his eyes scene by scene. The old man seemed to be thinking about something, then cast a stunning spell, letting the people around him watch, pinched a strand of Clinton's hair, and poured it into the Polyjuice Potion.

Then it changed into his appearance, turned around and left, with a jade slab in his hand that was faintly glowing.

Clinton's colleague chased the target to a nearby area and felt a little discouraged when he couldn't find it. Then he saw a familiar figure. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and was then very happy.

If I catch you this time, I will report you severely in front of the adults.

The old man seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact he could shrink the distance into an inch in an instant, and no one passing by noticed it. His skills were very strong. He came to the center of the camp quietly and looked at the wizard guarding there without saying a word.

Clinton

He strode into the camp just as Clinton had done in the past, and the wizards guarding on both sides bowed slightly to show their respect for him.

The journey was smooth and he arrived at the entrance of the dungeon very quickly.

"Hey, Captain, why are you back so soon? Does the master have any instructions for you?"

The two guards seemed to be very familiar with Clinton.

The old man searched for the two faces in his memory and patted their shoulders gently. "My Lord has told me to go down and take a look at something. So—"

The two people at the door tactfully stepped aside, and one of them was even in the mood to make fun of him.

"Come out and drink with my buddies."

"it is good."

He walked on without looking back, and the horizon swallowed his body bit by bit.

After hearing this answer, the wizard who asked him the question felt something was wrong. The more he thought about the captain's face, the blurrier it became. As an elite, he naturally would not ignore the abnormality in himself.

Why? He touched his forehead. No, the experiment had reached a critical juncture, and any slight abnormality could not be overlooked.

"You are what you are, go find Lord Potter."

A passing wizard pointed to the tip of his nose, a little surprised, "Ah, okay."

"What's the matter? Why are you making such a fuss?" The teammate picked his nose, then frowned as he looked at his clean little finger. It was strange. It was clearly itchy, but why couldn't anything come out?

He frowned, with an extremely impulsive desire to throw the person next to him out of the sky. "Nothing, you stay here, I have something to discuss with Lord Clinton."

"Okay, go ahead." The guy was shooing away the flies, and it was obvious that he was also very impatient.

"Watch this place carefully, and don't let anyone in except Lord Potter."

"I know, I know, it's so long-winded."

The last thing the man saw out of the corner of his eye was him sticking his pinky nail into his ear.

Damn, a plant, how can there be such a sloppy person in the world?

There was only one guard left at the door. He sat on the ground bored and pounded his shoulders. This crappy job was boring day after day. Although his life was not in danger, it was very boring. He really wanted to go out and show off like his companions.

The old man walked straight through the corridor, passed the hall, looked at the many white-robed staff and the various creatures on their operating tables, and took a deep breath.

It’s not the right time yet, we can’t alarm the people below.

He forced himself not to look, and quickly glanced past. Then he clenched the jade plate in his hand, walked to the end of a corridor, put his hand on the stone wall, and was unperturbed when he saw the stairs that appeared.

What a vast world this is, the old man thought.

The sudden appearance of the guards made many people feel guilty. They stuffed the things that they had not had time to hide into the experimental body, and pretended to be normal under the man's suspicious gaze.

But this disguise was too obvious because of their guilty conscience, and the guards narrowed their eyes as if trying to see through them.

Dudley was called over and stood in front of the crypt, hesitating whether to go in or not. Forget it, after all, Harry had given a death order when he left, and he just wanted to stay in the tent.

Even if the sky falls in this place, what does it have to do with him? As a villain, he doesn't need to worry about the protagonist.

Dudley yawned nonchalantly, praised the little guard who reported the news, comforted the wizard guarding the cave entrance, and left shaking his head, not caring about the strange looks behind him.

The old man came to the end of the stairs, where there was only a wooden door. According to Clinton's memory, as long as he pushed it open hard, he would be able to see the secret at the bottom. Perhaps the person he was looking for was inside.

But why couldn’t the door be opened suddenly?

The old man was a little annoyed. He bent down and saw an indescribable thing through the gap in the door.

It seemed that it was very dissatisfied with the wooden board. The big guy behind it used all its strength to concentrate all its attacks on the board, but it was bounced back lightly instead.

The guy fell heavily, crushing several staff members underneath.

The old man opened it as he wished, and it was truly amazing. He looked to the top, where ripples of water flowed slowly under the blessing of the sun, and then spread throughout the entire secret base, and there were many magical creatures swimming slowly there.

There were many people below, but the most eye-catching one was the mysterious man lying on a large iron object in the center.

In Clinton's memory, he never saw this guy's face clearly, he just called him master. That humble feeling of survival affected the old man's mind through the picture.

It was really frustrating. He sighed heavily, then looked at the jade plate in his hand and memorized all the patterns on it in his mind without any error.

The old man walked down the stairs, and the people around him stepped aside respectfully.

"You came."

The man waved his hand, signaling his men to bring the jade plate over.

But the old man didn't move at all.

"Ok?"

It was just an interjection, with a question in it, and the old man could clearly feel the person next to him trembling. It seemed that this person was extremely cruel and had a habit of making people call him master.

The people who were pressed under the monster were already dead. Their bodies were swallowed up without a trace by the monster's open mouth, and it didn't have time to retract its weapon of crime - its arm.

Dumbledore had a strong desire to chop him to pieces.

He also changed back to his own appearance as he wished, looking at the one in the center with a scowl. He finally found him. He had been hiding for a long time, and it turned out that he was hiding at the bottom of the base built by Grindelwald. He really made full use of the principle of "the darkest place is under the lamp".

The man turned slowly, and Dumbledore could not see his face clearly.

"That's not right. Shouldn't you have been--" The man seemed very surprised, and then suddenly laughed as if he remembered something.

"Interesting, interesting, Principal. The creature is clearly in front of you, why do you want to contact that little liar and seek your own death?"

As he spoke, he closed the iron, "No, you are not him. Although your personalities, backgrounds, faces, and magic are similar, your experiences are different. You are not my headmaster."

headmaster?

Although he had expected it, Dumbledore was still overwhelmed by the title.

"He really trusts you and tells you everything."

The man slowly took off his hood, revealing a young face.

"Harry Potter, why are you using Harry's face?" Dumbledore asked, while putting the jade plate into his chest to ensure that his hand could touch it at any time.

This man paid no attention to Dumbledore's questions. He waved his left hand, and a guy in a white robe at the edge flew over uncontrollably and was strangled by the neck.

The man didn't seem to have any intention of struggling. Dumbledore looked closely and found that it was Lupin.

"What are you going to do?" He raised his wand.

"Don't act rashly. Let me settle the score before I play with you." The man had a grim expression. He tilted his head, loosened his left hand, and looked at Lupin lying on the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"Didn't you tell me that the little liar had worked with you to get Dumbledore in there?"

Lupin was sweating profusely. He knelt on the ground, tilted his head and looked at Dumbledore, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"Useless guy." The man stroked his neck with his right hand and raised it upwards, and then there was a sound of bones colliding.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"do not want!"

Before Dumbledore could react, Lupin was like a tattered rag doll, without a skeleton or a breath.

"you!"

"What about me?" The man jumped down from the iron, squinted his eyes, and walked towards Dumbledore step by step.

"When did you two collude with each other? Let me think, from the time you drove him away? No, no, it must have been earlier."

Like a child who couldn't catch his favorite toy, the man seemed a little frustrated. The meat ball that was following him hungrily found its place to use its strength. Seven or eight cracks appeared on its body, and a pair of hands stretched out from one of the cracks and caught up with Dumbledore.

"Everything is petrified! Break into pieces! Flames are blazing!"

Several arms felt pain and retracted into the cracks. The meat ball seemed to be enraged, and its spherical body began to slowly change, and the attacks of its arms became more and more fierce.

"There should be no trace of you in this school. Where are you hiding?" The man stopped the attack of the meatball, his eyes shining.

Looking at the familiar face, Dumbledore turned his head away reluctantly. How could he not tremble in his heart? The familiar feeling came back again.

The first generation Dark Lord Grindelwald was his partner who supported each other in his youth. However, due to their different ideas, the two parted ways and there was an ugly quarrel between the two sides.

In this world, he watched the second generation Dark Lord Voldemort go astray step by step, but failed to stop him in time, so he was not worthy of being his teacher.

And in this world, the third Dark Lord seemed to have been cultivated under his nose, and actually dragged the whole world down with him. Even at the beginning -

Dumbledore looked around the entire base and began to doubt Grindelwald's so-called prophecy. Muggles were almost wiped out, and the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy had become a piece of waste paper. He seemed to have personally promoted this fact and even delivered Harry into his hands.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you thinking about, old man? I'm not your weak student."

The man's words interrupted Dumbledore's wildly divergent thoughts. He raised his hand moodily, and countless green spells came towards him silently from all directions.

Dumbledore was in a very sorry state. Suddenly, the jade plate in his chest began to emit heat. He raised it high as if to resist the killing curses.

No!

The man immediately waved away the spell he had already cast, and used the Flying Spell without hesitation, throwing those defenseless staff members into the air, narrowly offsetting most of the spell.

However, one spell unfortunately hit the jade plate.

Fortunately, it only caused a small crack.

"Give me!"

Dumbledore was covered in dust and dirt. His nearly 100-year-old body could not withstand such an intense fight and was now a little out of breath.

After hearing the man's threat, he shook his head vigorously.

The man regained his composure, as if the anger just now was just an illusion, "With so many deadly spells, why didn't your phoenix come out--"

Dumbledore paused.

"Oh, let me think about it." The man approached slowly with great pride, his eyes fixed on the jade plate in his hand, feeling a little distressed.

"It seems that no one has ever known that their great headmaster is actually an illegal Anigmas, but this crime is so trivial nowadays, am I right? Dear Mr. Dumbledore."

Dumbledore's left eyelid twitched slightly, but he did not respond. Instead, he stepped back cautiously, guarding against the group of powerless Muggles around him and the mentally ill student in front of him.

"You turned into Forbes and fooled me in Hogwarts. Let me think who else knew?"

The man suddenly stopped moving forward and stood there looking distressed.

"Such a confidential plan, but you didn't tell your dearest deputy headmaster. Minerva will be angry. That venomous snake should know about it—"

Dumbledore took two steps back. While looking at the student in front of him, he focused his attention on the round iron object. What was it?

What is this guy's ultimate goal?

Deputy Headmaster, Dumbledore sighed heavily, I should have thought that with Minerva's character, since she had made the decision to find Harry, she would not return so easily.

I originally thought that the conditions I offered were enough to make her excited, but now it seems that this guy was the one behind it.

Harry, oh Harry, it's been tough on you.

"Oh, look what I forgot. Let me introduce it to you." The man seemed to notice Dumbledore's gaze, and began to slow down, then took a few steps back, and then turned sideways to reveal a thick iron tool.