Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Even though in the current situation he and that guy were already in the same group in a sense, deep down in his heart, Harry still resisted this fact.

A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, "What are you thinking about? Little Harry, I helped you, what are you going to do in return?"

Harry slapped the hand off his shoulder, then took a few steps back and turned around. He was a little confused because the guy refused to show his face.

"Since you and I already know it, why are we still hiding it?"

The man pulled his hood down and said, "Guess."

There was a puff of smoke and he disappeared. Harry took a last look at the castle and saw the soldiers guarding it performing their duties meticulously.

Gotta get these guys out of here sometime, Harry thought.

Inside the tent, Dudley and Corwin were slumped on the ground, both sweating profusely, obviously having just suffered a great shock.

This is what Harry saw when he came back. What did this guy just do to them?

"We will cooperate with you. Just tell me, what do you need us to do?" Dudley changed his just nonchalant look and became very serious, looking very reliable.

"You become like me." As he said this, Harry used a silk thread to catch two small animals from outside the tent, a bird and a mouse. The bird was dying at this moment, and there was still some blood on the mouse's teeth.

The two animals rolled over Titov's body and lay down in front of Harry's wand.

This was a silent spell. Corwin's left eyelid twitched as he watched the two animals transform into another Dudley and himself. However, Dudley did not look very well and there was a lot of blood on his clothes.

He looked at the other self with a lewd look in his eyes, darting left and right, just like a thief.

In this brief moment, Dudley's body suddenly turned into wax, and the circles of silk threads were collected by that guy. He was very familiar with Harry's face and body, and in a few seconds he created a brand new Harry Potter.

And under the gaze of the real Harry, Corwin felt a little aggrieved.

"You haven't told me what I'm going to do yet?"

The fake Ron was sent out by himself and his whereabouts are currently unknown, but according to the news brought back by the thread, his life is not in danger now and the team he is in will arrive in a day.

As for Grindelwald, Grindelwald couldn't have left the base for so long, he should still need daily review. Harry flipped through a folder on the table. There was a stack of white paper on it with many forms printed on it.

The form contains the date, experiment name, experimenter, and signature of the person in charge.

"You become Grindelwald."

"What? Are you kidding me? You--" Corwin wanted to blurt out a swear word, but considering his and Harry Potter's strength, he kept his mouth shut.

"Come here--" Harry waved.

Corwin stepped forward, and Harry's finger moved a little to the right, "Come here too."

Dudley stepped forward reluctantly. This was totally different from the original plan, but at least he had determined the guy's camp.

But it's really that easy.

"You are not allowed to enter the laboratory below. I will have someone watching over there. Your task is to play the roles of me and Grindelwald within two days. A team will arrive here in one day, and you need to intimidate them."

Harry pointed at Dudley.

"You are not allowed to come out unless it is necessary. I will give you something, and you can see if you can repair it."

Corwin held it in both hands and watched a silver whistle thrown out of Harry's pocket. It was icy cold and had mysterious patterns engraved on it.

Harry picked up the three beads from the table and put them back in his pocket.

"What should I do? I don't know anything." Dudley asked anxiously as he saw Harry about to leave.

"Then that's your problem."

Harry took one last look at the two of them, noticing that the threads on their bodies had disappeared completely. He raised one hand, and his consciousness was divided into two parts. One part watched the two threads slowly drift into the minds of the two people, while the other part looked inward and saw that there were two fewer soldiers patrolling outside the castle.

Oh, so that’s how it is.

He felt the time and space around him traveling back and forth, and soon he left.

He was going to return to Hogwarts. If nothing unexpected happened, this would be the time when school started and first-year students would enter the castle. This would be the best opportunity to sneak in.

"He's just leaving us both behind. Isn't he afraid?"

Dudley ignored the childish child. He touched the raised spot between his eyebrows and looked in the mirror. There was a silver spot there, which seemed to be visible only to himself.

The spots occasionally get sunken.

"Don't touch me anymore. I will monitor your and Corwin's behavior at all times. If you do anything wrong, this spotted face will penetrate your brain and reach your brain stem."

Corwin took a deep breath. He also heard Harry's threat. It was not a pleasant feeling that his life and death depended on the thoughts of others.

He had no choice but to sit on a stool beside him angrily, and finally threw the cushion on the sofa to the ground.

Dudley sat on the chair with Harry's face, looking a little tired. A line of silver words kept flashing in the air.

He was asked to deal with the follow-up of the kidnapped children, "I never have a day in peace," he sighed heavily.

In another parallel world, Harry Potter was sitting at the top of the mountain. The foot and the mountainside had fallen into peace and silence. They all fell to the ground drowsily and entered the dream that Harry had woven for them.

Pink mist was leaking out little by little from the cave halfway up the mountain. Even Qinggang was not immune. They were fighting fiercely in their dreams, falling into a cycle over and over again, consuming their own energy.

Dreams can inspire people's truest desires from deep within their hearts. Harry enjoyed it very much, but unfortunately dreams are independent of each other and cannot influence each other.

It was already late at night, and Harry could easily keep them asleep. He felt that he could mobilize the power here to let the fog in the forest completely cover the entire protruding mountain bit by bit.

At this moment, he remembered the centaur who had brought them here in the beginning, and the so-called current headmaster of Hogwarts. Are they in the same group?

Let me find out, there's something wrong with some of this group of people.

Harry noticed several people acting sneakily in his dream.

And then there was that old acquaintance who seemed to always be following him—Jieran.

In Hogwarts in another world, it is the annual enrollment season for new students. In order to ease some recent social unrest and stabilize people's hearts, Dumbledore decided to invite some people to come here to attend the enrollment ceremony for the first-year students.

A long list of names was written on the admission book. The number of students did not drop sharply as McGonagall had expected. Instead, it increased a lot compared to last year. Even some stubborn people from secluded families who advocated family teaching and were willing to send their children to Durmstrang suddenly changed their attitude.

There are many more transfer students this year, and the financial expenses are still strongly supported by Malfoy. At the same time, there are many more people in the shareholders' meeting. McGonagall kept browsing these figures and felt a lot of pressure.

She was invited back by Dumbledore himself, and on her way to find Harry, he made an offer she couldn't refuse.

As the sky gradually darkened, the students slowly gathered. Lupin escorted the first-year wizards to each other, and Snape followed at the end of the team. In order not to lose the tradition of the academy, Dumbledore even briefly connected the Black Lake and the Hogwarts Castle, allowing the students to experience getting off the Hogwarts Express, and then, under the guidance of the professor, taking a boat, passing through the bridge hole, rowing across the Black Lake, and admiring the castle in the night.

This was clearly a success.

Dumbledore sat at the main table and moved his ears sensitively. He could hear the children shouting and yelling. This was hope and the motivation for them to protect it.

Then it was Professor McGonagall's turn to appear again. Professor McGonagall gave the little kids a great shock. They had all seen this powerful lady in the newspapers. She is now the vice-principal of Hogwarts, the head of Gryffindor, the Transfiguration teacher, and also the most capable subordinate in Dumbledore's organization. She had taught Harry Potter.

Professor McGonagall, wearing her best clothes, examined the appearance and attire of the little wizards. There was a little boy standing out at the back of the team, with short silver hair shining in the moonlight. He lowered his head and whispered something to the little girl beside him.

Later, when she felt the professor's gaze, she looked up, revealing her emerald green eyes, which were filled with innocence, ignorance, and admiration.

He looks just like the little boy from the past, except that his forehead is clean.

Professor McGonagall flipped through the list in her mind. This was a distant relative of the Malfoy family, from France, who later moved to the wizarding world, Ouroboros Malfoy.

She pretended to be calm at the name, but she didn't know why her heart was beating so fast. Who was he? Why did he feel so mysterious to her?

The door opened, and the seniors were already seated. Hermione had been promoted to the third year. She had a small clock hanging around her neck, and the minute hand on it kept moving. There were empty seats on both sides of her. Not far away, Percy was staring at the dining table in silence. Ron disappeared, George disappeared, and Fred disappeared too. The Weasley family fell into silence for a while.

His mother fell ill, and his father had not returned for a long time. He heard that he was on a mission. His brother was bitten by a mysterious creature while on the mission and then fell into a deep sleep.

Ginny was absent-minded the whole day. Sometimes she looked guilty, and was hesitant to speak. Sometimes she laughed out loud, as if she was crazy.

Percy gave Dumbledore a reproachful look.

At this time, the Sorting Hat seemed to be coming to an end, and a unique name sounded in the venue.

Ouroboros Malfoy was a Slytherin. Percy didn't even need to look up. He could tell which house this person was assigned to just by thinking with his toes.

Dumbledore's sharp, blue eyes looked at Ouroboros who was wearing the Sorting Hat. This name was so unique.

However, many wizards didn't quite understand and didn't care. Draco, who was sitting at the Slytherin table, looked at the child and tucked his trembling right hand into his robe.

"Slytherin—"

Obviously as expected, Dumbledore looked at him suspiciously, watching Ouroboros running to the Slytherin table, then finding an empty seat and sitting down obediently, his silver hair draped over his small nose, covering his emerald green eyes.

It was still the same old conversation. Ouroboros was bored. He pierced the sausage on the plate with a fork, dipped it in ketchup, and fed it into his mouth bite by bite.

……

He was grouped together with a distant relative of the Nott family. This little fat boy disliked everyone and was a little timid when he saw Ouroboros. It might be because of the novice protection period.

Two people slept in one dormitory. Ouroboros Malfoy sat on the bed and stared quietly at the fat boy on the opposite bed, watching him fall asleep little by little.

Ouroboros' shadow on the bed gradually grew larger and longer, began to twist and change, silently, and then Harry Potter walked out from it.

It would be best to finish everything tonight, otherwise it would leave Dumbledore too much room for thinking, which would not be a good thing.

Who should I choose as the first target?

Countless figures flashed through Harry's mind.

Minerva McGonagall.

There was something wrong with the way she looked at me outside the castle today. She seemed dazed for a moment. I wonder if she will tell Dunbar about her guess?

It is better to send Professor McGonagall back first. Life may be better in that world. This place will be destroyed sooner or later.

With this thought in mind, Harry quietly came to the door, used magic to ensure that the little fat boy continued to sleep, and then quietly came to the Slytherin common room. In order to imitate the scene of the Black Lake outside the window, he and Dumbledore jointly set up the Black Lake here.

It is better to go out from here than to crawl out through the passage. Snape just made his last dormitory check. Based on Harry's understanding of him, he should be brewing potions in his office now and will not come back for the rest of the night.

As for the other young teacher, Georges, who looked somewhat familiar, was sleeping soundly on the sofa at this moment. It was obvious that he was very tired at the moment. This teacher who had transferred from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was now obviously enjoying a good life in Hogwarts.

Harry came to the corridor on the first floor. Lupin was the teacher on duty today. He was patrolling together with Filch, who had now recovered some of his magic.

Filch's wrinkled face was filled with excitement and excitement, because he had learned a new spell from Lupin beside him.

"What do you think of my move?"

He was so excited that he showed off his short wand everywhere. A faint spark popped out from the tip of the wand, causing the portrait on the wall to scream.

"That's great." Lupin said somewhat reluctantly.