Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The tent in the center of the secret realm.

Harry sat inside and retrieved some of the silk threads buried on the ground. Several teams were approaching, but Ron was nowhere to be seen.

The shadow cast by his long eyelashes looked like a little bird. Harry rested his chin on his hand and looked at the two people sleeping on the floor.

Let them wake up.

The silk thread took over Harry's consciousness, and the two people woke up slowly. They felt that they had no control over their bodies, and they couldn't even speak. They could only open their eyes and look at the bright yellow ceiling, where a huge light bulb hung.

It turns out that wizards also have electric lights. This was Kitov's first thought.

"Hello! Let me introduce myself. I'm Harry Potter, a wizard from Hogwarts."

Harry squatted down and extended his right hand to them in a friendly manner. They stared at the sky blankly like two wooden men.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot you can't speak yet."

A large bulge suddenly appeared on the floor. The two men changed from lying to sitting. The muscles on both sides of their cheeks gradually regained consciousness. Kitov looked at Harry and blurted out, "Why is it a child?"

Child--

laugh--

Harry yawned out of boredom. "You can say that, but if I ask you to go and see the people outside the tent, do you think I am still a child?"

"Sir, if we know anything, we will tell you the truth. May I ask you——"

Hunter tried his best to hide his face. He was not sure whether Harry had any memory of his face, nor was he sure whether this experience would bring danger to himself.

Harry shifted his gaze to Hunter's face. He looked a little familiar, but not much. He suppressed the familiarity in his heart.

"I was there when you were arguing just now." A black notebook appeared out of thin air in his hand. Hunter's pupils shrank slightly. This was what he wrote down, and it recorded many things that could not be revealed to others.

He sighed, "Since you already know, there is nothing for us to hide."

Harry ignored Hunter and quickly reached out to Kitov with one hand, removing his jaw cleanly.

"You have betrayed your own country, so why can't you betray your fellow Muggles once again? Besides, we are all human beings."

Hunter desperately wanted to know what was going on, but unfortunately his neck wouldn't allow him to turn, so he could only look at Harry pleadingly.

"He wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide."

Hunter was a little surprised, but this move was expected.

Harry pinched Kitov's cheeks on both sides, opened his mouth and saw deep bloodstains on his tongue. He was not putting on a show, but really wanted to end his life in this way.

"Your former companions are all working for us, why are you unwilling? To restore to the way things were before—"

The flesh and blood was growing wildly, but Kitov was not cooperating. In order to prevent him from committing suicide again, Harry used the silk thread again and shifted his target to Hunter.

"You're weird, I can't see through you." Harry was a little numb from squatting, so he sat cross-legged opposite him.

"Sir, you are really joking. I am just an ordinary scientific researcher. I am fortunate to come here with everyone and was saved by you, the wizard, so that I can survive."

"No, no." Harry shook his head. "You have a secret." He said with absolute certainty.

Hunter chuckled, his tone slightly adoring and respectful, "Sir, you are wise and brave. I do come from an organization, but I also got Lord Grindelwald's consent. In order to accomplish your great goal, we have done our best and devoted ourselves to it."

"saint?"

"No, no, no, how dare we get involved with the noble adults? We are simply trying to persuade those stubborn people and use our Muggle identities to better assist the adults. Kitov is the best example."

"that's it?"

"Yes, Lord Grindelwald knows everything. Hasn't he told you yet?"

This sentence was slightly aggressive, even provocative, and Harry narrowed his eyes. What does this guy mean? Is he testing me, Grindelwald's whereabouts?

"The teacher seemed to have something to do. He left in a hurry and didn't have time to explain to me."

Hunter abandoned his humble attitude and said, "How is it possible?" His tone was extremely exaggerated. "This is the most important thing. Didn't the master tell you?"

Harry understood that he was at a disadvantage in the conversation with Hunter and needed to urgently shift the superior-subordinate relationship.

He no longer paid attention to Hunter, and there was no need for him to prove to Hunter that the focus that had been diverted must be quickly shifted back.

Harry's emerald green pupils turned into a pool of spring water, the color deepened little by little, turning into a deep pool in the forest, sucking Hunter's consciousness in bit by bit like a whirlpool.

You have to be gentle and not make too big movements, he told himself over and over again, while going through his personal memories as a third party. They were intermittent and scattered, with no connection between the memories.

It turned out that I had met this guy on the plane before. When I went to Country M to meet Grindelwald today, they sat in adjacent seats.

Was he really the teacher's subordinate? No, in England, Harry rewound his memory.

Hunt said farewell to his father, the finance minister, and visited Ceylan, who was hiding his identity at the time, reported his work to the prime minister, then returned home and waited for the dead of night, wearing a black wizard robe.

Apparition

This guy is actually a wizard! How is that possible? If he is a wizard, why does he hide his identity? Why does he come here as a Muggle?

But since he is a wizard, it also means that he has been able to maintain his youthful appearance for such a long time. His so-called identity as the son of the Minister of Finance should also be fabricated with the help of his own abilities.

Why didn't I realize what secret this guy was hiding just now?

With this question in mind, Harry continued browsing.

The progress bar suddenly sped up, and he came to the cemetery, hiding behind a big tree, watching two people talking. One had gray hair and looked very old, and the other was very young and very talkative. Harry knew this person.

It was Wu Zhenguo from the Ministry of Magic—the one whose identity was replaced by an intruder in the base and who they later met again on the island, Wu Zhenguo, a soldier.

As for the other person, Harry, followed Hunter's footsteps and got closer and closer. Wu Zhenguo noticed that someone was coming, and when he saw that the old man opposite was not panicked at all, he understood something. He covered his face and then disappeared from the spot.

"You came--"

The old man turned around with a kind and friendly smile on his face. His deep blue eyes made Harry dazed for a moment. He was not even sure whether the greeting was directed at Hunter or himself.

Hunter took off his black wizard robe and walked over quickly with respect and admiration on his face. He immediately noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Dumbledore's left hand, with dense black lines all over it.

"Professor, you—"

"It's okay, it's okay, thank you for your hard work——"

It's Dumbledore. Long time no see, teacher, Harry greeted him quietly in his heart. He was very familiar with Dumbledore like this, but also very strange.

The last time he and Dumbledore met, it seemed like a war. Without any discussion, the once amiable old man took decisive action, and Harry was driven out of Hogwarts and came to this place where no one could be trusted.

Harry could not hear what they said next.

His soul was suddenly destroyed in his own body. Hunter broke free from some of the control. At the same time, the magic power that maintained his body and face began to spread little by little. His hair gradually turned gray, wrinkles appeared on his skin, and some brown spots appeared on it.

But at the same time, he was able to begin to master some of his power, and then disappeared right before Harry's eyes.

He turned out to be Dumbledore's man.

Judging from Dumbledore's expression at that time, it should be around the time when I traveled through time. It turned out that he had started making arrangements long before I said anything.

Hurry up, you must hurry up, before Dumbledore discovers the abnormality and comes here, quickly transform some people into beads, and the secret here is -

The longer he could maintain it and the shorter the time Dumbledore was here, the more time he would have to transfer and send them all to another safe world.

Harry knew that his time was very short.

He glanced at Kitov who was still lying on the ground. Perhaps at this moment, Dudley and Corwin were not his enemies, but his helpers.

I think that person thought the same thing and sent them here.

"Someone is coming——"

Clinton opened the curtain after three or four breaths. "My Lord, what do you want?"

"Bring the two men from the cell here."

Clinton saw that there was another person missing on the floor. He did not ask any more questions, but simply responded, "Yes, sir."

At this time, Dudley and Corwin in the dungeon were trying to find a way to leave, but unfortunately the circles of silk threads on their bodies firmly fixed them here, just like a anchor on a ship sailing in the sea.

However, before they could put their idea into practice, the door of the prison suddenly opened, and four powerful saints carefully escorted them out again.

"No buddy, I haven't been in there for three hours yet, is that your master up to something?"

However, no one paid any attention to Dudley. His self-proclaimed humorous words did not attract any applause, so he could only sigh dejectedly.

It's really too highbrow.

Cowen sneered on the side, this guy is like a lunatic, his brain is definitely not normal.

The two men who looked like silkworm pupae were quickly thrown to the ground. They took a look at the wooden man lying beside them. It was the goody-goody guy.

"I need your help now."

"Tsk--" came from Cowen. He originally wanted to say something harsh, but from the bottom of his heart, an extremely strong and irresistible desire to refuse emerged.

He shut his mouth obediently.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" This was the first time Harry spoke to him, and Dudley was a little flattered. He despised his own mentality and his invisible tail, which was wagging happily at the moment.

"I need you to play me and handle some things. I will tell you how to handle them and the results that need to be achieved. As for Corwin, you will assist him."

"We are enemies, brother, enemies."

Dudley shouted loudly. He felt that Harry's mind was not very clear at the moment. Could it be that the good-for-nothing next to him had damaged his brain?

"Your master looks just like me."

The two looked at each other and nodded at the same time. There was no way to deny this.

"Your master and I have the same goal at some point in the future, so I sent two people here. This is also why I didn't kill you."

Dudley didn't believe it.

Harry had to hurry, he didn't have time to waste with these two guys, so he closed his eyes and sank into the sea that had been deserted for a long time, with all kinds of water plants and dead fish floating on it.

"I need your help, and I know you're here."

A deep vortex began to appear in the center of the sea, then gradually rose and expanded. The little guy hidden deep in Harry's consciousness trembled. He didn't know what was wrong with Harry.

"I am here."

It was his own voice, but it was particularly majestic.

Harry turned around and found that a majestic illegal building had appeared here at some point.

"Did you build this here? Tear it down—"

Harry felt as if his consciousness had been tainted by someone else, and his chest heaved violently with anger. Why didn't he realize the scale of this?

When Harry saw the silver soldiers surrounding the so-called castle, he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

"Okay, okay, okay, let's tear it down." The man was particularly easy to talk to, and his tone was very friendly.

"Look at what I'm saying. Sooner or later you're going to come to me and admit it, right, little Harry?"

"Are you really him?" Harry asked suddenly. This image was extremely different from the gloomy, vicious, ruthless guy in his mind who even wanted to replace him.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect you to be so childish. Does the change of people have to be written on their faces?"

Well, that makes sense.

"Tell me, what can I do for you?"

"When you sent those two guys here, didn't you explain it to them clearly? Why are they all as stubborn as donkeys?"

"Ok, this question is very simple. I'll borrow your body for a moment."

When Harry heard the request, he swallowed the words of refusal that were about to come out of his mouth. They now had the same goal and should not do anything.

"it is good--"

He felt that his connection with the outside world had disappeared for a moment. At this moment, a question suddenly lingered in his mind for a long time and refused to disappear.

This guy looks exactly like me, sometimes even Harry himself can't tell the difference.

What about everyone else?

Is it true that Dumbledore took action and brought himself here?

Harry suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.