Harry Potter and the Rebirth

In the small and enclosed space, there were too many beads piled up, they were closely packed together, and gradually the boundaries between them became blurred, the color deepened, and gradually turned into a blue petal, quietly staying in Karkaroff's teeth.

But he was completely unaware.

"Sir," the leader patted him on the shoulder, "Why are you daydreaming? Let's go and take a look together."

As the former headmaster of Durmstrang, he still has some friendship with Dumbledore. If he drags this guy into the water, he will have some breathing space even if Dumbledore's secret is exposed.

But if Dumbledore is dead, then this person will become his biggest obstacle, and this place is the burial place he chose for Karkaroff.

The beautiful mountains and clear waters are buried in the ruins along with the people who once lived here.

"it is good."

The malice coming from the side was so obvious that Karkaroff smiled slightly, followed the man's footsteps, and slowly began to climb up the mountain. The mountain was rolling and magic was becoming less and less effective here.

As the altitude increased, the people below gradually turned into tiny black dots. He lowered his head and looked down, and for the first time he felt his own insignificance.

You can't fight your fate, you just have to accept it.

Your destiny is in your own hands. From the moment you are born, the lines on your palms are the ones you have drawn before you were born.

Maybe they come to overcome difficulties, maybe they come to enjoy themselves, or maybe they just stay in this world for a short while, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and then float away.

And Harry wanted to jump out, and now half of his body was exposed outside, what a vast world it was.

The big trees disappeared, the lake water evaporated, the magma tilted, the landform began to change, and under the snow-covered world, the black soil was stirring, staring at those ignorant humans.

Karkarov only took a glance, and the white world instantly changed its appearance. Only the color of this mountain remained normal. The ice and snow below turned into dark fertile soil, and his back was instantly covered with cold sweat.

The man was still climbing tirelessly, as if there was something ahead that could save his life.

"Wait a minute."

The man's heavy breathing made him feel particularly at ease. Karkaroff quickened his pace and, using his hands and feet, came to the man's side despite the increasingly thin air on the top of the mountain.

The first thing that caught my eye was the stubbled chin, then the rosy cheeks, the white breath from under the nose, and -

He froze in place for a moment.

Eyes. His eyes.

Everything was black, completely dark, as if there was no aura of life at all, as dead silent as the night.

Karkaroff's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Because of extreme fear, he couldn't move at all at this moment. The man was still climbing up. He breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Fortunately, fortunately, we quickly retreated and left this strange place.

Just as he was about to turn around and walk down, he suddenly discovered that the people on the ground had disappeared, and what remained in their place were huge silkworm pupae, which were black and kept wriggling, as if something was about to be born from inside.

The sky is not responding to the call, and the earth and the earth are not working.

Karkaroff had a premonition that he might die here, but he didn't want to die.

No one can force his will, and no one can take his life.

As bad as it sounds, fate likes to pile all bad things on one person. The man climbing in front seemed to sense Karkarov's retreat. His neck rotated 360 degrees, and Karkarov below him could clearly hear the sound of the neck breaking.

Crunch, snap

A stream of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't notice it at all. With no neck to support his head, it fell weakly to one side.

"you……"

Huchihuchi——

Karkaroff was trembling all over. He felt his head was a mess, as if his heart was being pinched, and his temple was being pressed with the tip of a cold magic wand. A green spell could be launched at any time and take his life.

Merlin was right in front of him, waving.

Those who died here cried out again and again, Come down and be with us, Come down and be with us.

But Karkaroff didn't want to.

"Come back, come back!"

As a wizard, and a wizard with rich experience, in this situation, he chose another way with the greatest chance of survival, which was to jump.

Then it ran towards the dark earth from the mountainside several hundred meters high.

At the moment he fell, a hand grabbed his wizard robe, but perhaps because of the weight, the cloth was torn, and the broken threads swayed in the wind in the man's hand.

The rows of silkworm pupae below gathered together and slowly formed a huge mouth.

Karkaroff found the familiar magic power in mid-air. With no way to teleport, he decisively took out the magic carpet, which he had snatched from an Indian wizard in the cave.

Even though it smelled of curry and had some brown spots of unknown origin stuck to it, there was no need to worry about these things at this critical moment of life and death.

It flew away smoothly. For British wizards, what they are most familiar with is probably the star-like flying broom. They may not be so familiar with the tools of other countries.

Before coming here, Karkaroff was searched thoroughly by the man, who let him go only after making sure that he did not bring any tools that could help him escape.

He sewed the Indian flying carpet onto his clothes and pretended it was his inner garment. The strange smell made the people who were inspecting him frown. Although it was a bit shameful and he lost face, it was better than losing his life.

His face was pressed against the magic carpet, and some of the fur was stuck with unknown white objects, and some things that looked like dandruff.

Karkaroff couldn't help wanting to vomit, but he suppressed his impulse and watched the soil behind him suddenly rise up and then form a huge hand, chasing after him.

He dodged left and right, and just when he was about to escape from this area, he bumped into something.

Boom!

No, no, no, at this moment he could only accept the judgment of fate.

Black is only temporary, white is eternal.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt as if he had come to hell. He was trapped in an iron prison. Through the mottled iron windows, he could see the outside environment, circles after circles, densely packed. It seemed to be a huge naturally formed cave.

There was still a little light coming through.

But it was already very dark here, and many wizards nearby had woken up and started cursing.

Karkaroff tried every possible means but still couldn't escape from here. When he was about to give up, he suddenly found that his beard had grown longer and whiter, his nose had become more upright, and his height had increased.

Using the last bit of his magic power, he created a pool of clear water, which he scooped up in his hands. Through the reflection of the water, he could clearly see a flash of icy blue eyes.

He was most familiar with this look.

I repeated this countless times before I fell into a coma.

Albus Dumbledore.

When Karkaroff saw the light of day again, he had gradually forgotten his own name. Under the torture of time, he began to slowly merge with the personality of the owner of his face.

Subconsciously, I feel that I can do anything, and subconsciously, I think that being trapped here is just a temporary solution.

Until one day, a little dragon rushed down, with eyes as innocent as a toddler, and shattered the illusion he had created for himself.

It’s a pity that Karkaroff didn’t know this now. He was lying here in despair. It was so small that even committing suicide was difficult for him. But he had finally survived, so how could he bear to end his own life?

In Christianity, people who commit suicide will go to hell. He does not believe this, but at this time he needs some reasons to support him to survive this dark imprisonment and torture.

The snowy world reappears.

The people who came here to explore never came back, and from then on this place became a forbidden area. Until several dragons broke out of their cocoons, they seemed to have forgotten their former human identities, but they were extremely eager to fly over Pingwu and come to the Chunshan outside Pingwu, which carried the hope before death.

This may be their only hope of survival.

In the new world, the surviving wizards no longer look for a way out. They seem to have gotten used to the way the world is. At the end of the horizon, there is a hell where the dead souls howl, wild beasts live in groups, those who leave cannot be chased, and those who come are all lonely.

At the top of the mountain, there was a survivor. He was the only one who was not wrapped in the black cocoon. Although he survived by chance and did not change his body shape and appearance, he could no longer go down the mountain. He was trapped here forever, looking at his hometown that carried his ambitions and facing the dead reality.

No one will come here, and even if they do, they can't leave.

A black cocoon on the ground gradually expanded and cracked a small gap, then a little white dragon crawled out of it. He was dazed and should have become the most powerful dragon, but his consciousness was frozen. He was particularly nostalgic for his land and thought he had parents, so he recognized two guys who were born a hundred years later than him as his parents.

At this time, he, who had been revered as the high priest, watched all this helplessly.

The beads are a blessing of strength, but also a long curse.

When Karkaroff woke up from his coma, a little white dragon was standing timidly in front of him, staring into his eyes.

"Another ignorant little brat."

Karkaroff cursed rudely. He was sure that this guy definitely didn't understand what he said.

But the little white dragon became extremely angry. The dragon god coiled up into a ball, with the six whiskers above his mouth trembling violently. He desperately banged against the iron pillars, wanting to rush in and fight him.

What a little cutie.

Oh, that’s not right. How could he understand what he was saying?

Karkaroff sensed a chance for life, and he began to intentionally make friends with the little white dragon, trying his best to bring out his kind nature. In order to get along well with a little dragon of this age, he also told this guy about the passage leading to the outside that he had observed for thousands of years.

"Yes, yes, right underneath that. Go a little deeper and be careful of your own safety, and you will see a small bright hole."

This small hole is the only way to accumulate magic power for myself and escape from here.

Karkaroff's heart was bleeding.

No, if it were Dumbledore, he would definitely be willing to get along well with these strange creatures.

I am Dumbledore. I am Dumbledore.

At this moment, this name seemed to give him boundless courage and wisdom, and he seemed to have become the wise man who discovered the twelve uses of dragon's blood.

Xiaobailong really trusted him more.

Until one day, after an unknown amount of time had passed, his consciousness began to slowly dissipate, passing through this piece of black land and arriving at the flat spring mountain.

The wizards there were living in an orderly manner. They had restored their own order. The land was flat and the houses were neat. The Muggles actually lived in peace with the noble wizards.

Why? Why?

Karkaroff was extremely dissatisfied, as if his resentment moved the heaven and earth. When he opened his eyes again, he was free and could attach himself to a person and live happily and happily on this land according to his eyes.

At this moment, the blue petal that had been hidden in his teeth merged into the soul of this ordinary person, and the abnormality of his soul was the most dazzling and eye-catching.

Before leaving here, the man left behind some of his men.

When the boss didn't come back, his subordinates fell silent and began to force themselves to accept a new life.

Until that Muggle showed up again.

Some people "carelessly" use the wrong method, and then a round ball rolls to the ground.

Another "accidental" round bead rolled into his throat, and suddenly it shone brightly. He became so powerful that no one could defeat him.

He had never been to Hogwarts. When he was eleven years old, he was almost identified as a Squib because of his weak abilities, so he was unable to enter Hogwarts to study.

He now wants to make up for his childhood obsession.

So this man began his reign, pushing the annoying Muggle aside.

When power is in one's own hands, peace and war are just a thought away, and no one can compete with him.

The majestic and spectacular castle rises from the ground.

In order to make his mission justifiable, this person recalled the name of the Dark Lord that was associated with Harry Potter before the magma appeared.

It is said that the principal's office is on the eighth floor.

He came to the already built castle and respectfully hung the portraits of Dumbledore and Harry Potter in the center of the wall, followed by the headmasters in front of him lined up one by one.

He copied these one by one according to the order told by people who knew the story.

The effect is good.

As for me, I am just below Harry Potter, I just do things for him.

Even if those people came back to life, even if Dumbledore and Grindelwald came back alive, he would just be working for him.

Yes.

This person seemed to have seen something. Dumbledore was imprisoned in a place. He stood in the principal's office and through the eighth-floor window, he could see the struggling soul in the dark soil.