Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 543 Escort

Harry was now in the corridor on the first floor. He looked at his left arm in confusion. Blood was flowing from it, soaking the black wizard robe on the outside, flowing along his arm, through the white back of his hand, and along his fingertips.

Tick ​​tock.

Harry piled his clothes up, and when the wound was exposed, he could clearly see the bones inside.

"Healed like new."

The wound was slowly healing, and Harry was a little confused.

Is that Elliot? Is he going to kill me? It turns out that the teaching in school can teach a second or third grade wizard how to break into pieces.

It’s better than our time.

Harry thought randomly, repaired the damaged clothes completely, and cleaned them to remove the blood stains.

He was a little timid as he would eventually face the purest and most direct malice directed at him, but he still came to the auditorium.

That guy ran away?

No, it wasn't. In the distance, Cedric and Neville surrounded Elliot.

"What's wrong? How are you hurt? Where is Harry?"

Elliot felt a little guilty because he didn't know how to tell these two people. It was obvious that they were on Harry's side. If he told the truth, he might not get any benefit.

Otherwise, he could make up a story about someone else, saying that Harry was chasing him, and then take advantage of the chaos to escape.

Oh no, because Cedric and Neville had their backs to Harry, and the fat boy could clearly see Harry Potter approaching through the gap between them.

Then don't blame me, the little fat boy shouted, and burst into tears using the most superb acting skills of his life. He raised his bloody hand with some trembling and pointed at Harry Potter.

"It's him who wants to kill me."

"What!" The two were very shocked to hear this. Before they had time to identify the fat man, they immediately added fuel to the fire, "He, he said that he brought me out alone just to get rid of me quietly, otherwise after the matter was over, he would not be able to face my grandfather in front of you."

Cedric's breath was choked. He could clearly see that the figure who was getting closer and closer had a pale face and a hint of confusion and disbelief in his eyes.

While Neville was still hesitating, he pointed the tip of his wand at the fat boy behind him, grabbed his collar, pointed at his nose and asked.

"Little boy, you will pay the price for making false accusations. None of the blood on your hands is your own."

Neville ran to Harry's side. With his keen sense of smell, he could detect the smell of blood which had not yet disappeared. After all, the wound had not yet healed completely, and the clothes that had just been cleaned were stained with blood again in the short moment of walking.

Neville pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and held it to Harry's mouth, "Are you hurt? This is a quick recovery potion."

Harry originally thought that he would be faced with a barrage of questioning, but he did not expect that these two people would stand behind him without hesitation, with a clear division of labor and extremely tacit understanding.

His heart warmed slightly, "You, you don't believe what he said?"

The two looked at each other and said, "Of course I believe you unconditionally. This guy has no wounds on his body, but there is so much blood."

As Cedric spoke, he cleaned the fat boy's hands. His palms were white and tender, his face was rosy, and his eyes were shining. Anyone who saw him could tell that he was in good health and full of vitality.

On the other hand, Harry had regained some color at this time. What he did just now was enough to scare Cedric to death.

Neville slowly helped Harry to sit on a stool beside him. His short body acted as the most sturdy crutch. In front of Harry, who was more than a head taller than him, he seemed particularly reliable.

This is a bit like the temperament of the adult Neville, the professor of Herbology at Hogwarts, who is well-liked by students, famous and impressive.

Neville, who was able to pull out the sword of Gryffindor from the sorting house and bravely kill the giant snake Nagini.

Harry suddenly thought of Nagini, and naturally associated it with Voldemort, who was elusive and whose whereabouts were unknown. However, things that seemed so big in the previous life seemed insignificant when this world was about to be destroyed.

Cedric pulled the fat boy over, tied his hands tightly, and took away his wand.

"He wanted to kill me."

Harry spoke directly without any preparation.

"No, no, you're talking nonsense." Elliot didn't dare look into Harry's eyes. If he had known this would happen, he should have been a little ruthless to himself, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a passive situation.

The fat boy felt extremely regretful, and now he couldn't do anything bad even if he wanted to.

"I don't want to kill you, I just want to hurt you." Facing Cedric whose face was getting darker and darker, the fat man's legs suddenly went weak. The enemy was too powerful. At this point, he had no choice but to sell Grindelwald out.

However, when he wanted to say the man's name, he suddenly felt someone strangled his neck.

Ho ho ho——

Cedric hurriedly let him go, and after the fat boy stopped thinking about the name, he finally returned to normal and collapsed to the ground.

"Who did you sign the contract with?" Neville asked.

Harry felt that the person looked familiar. He had the same impression as another person, but Dumbledore later destroyed the ban.

He looked at Elliot lying on the ground, thoughtfully.

After Zhou Fu locked the door and reinforced the barrier once again, he looked at the crazy people inside with contempt.

She carried Angel and kicked open the door not far away. This house was very familiar. She took two steps back and took a whole look. The crucible in the center had cooled down, but the medicinal materials in the big cabinet next to it were still there intact.

The whole room gives people a gloomy and cold feeling, as if there is a big snake lurking in the dark.

It turned out to be Snape's room. Zhou Fu had left it for quite some time, and now revisiting it felt like a lifetime ago.

She threw Angel to the ground, turned around and left, closing the door.

Time to go check on our lovely Harry.

She walked up the stairs to the first floor and passed through a long corridor. At the end of the corridor, she could see an open space and three people gathered together.

The person in the middle seemed to feel being watched and looked towards the small door at the edge of the auditorium. There was a slender figure vaguely visible.

It seemed like ages since they last met, and Harry stood up.

Walking out of the auditorium and coming to the vast lawn, the boundaries have begun to merge, and the worlds in the distance can be vaguely seen. The Forbidden Forest is becoming clearer and clearer, the lake is rippling, and the Quidditch field is overgrown with weeds.

Also, there is the extra part. The Muggle and wizarding worlds have long been integrated. Due to the absolute suppression of power, some Muggles live a very hard life and survive under the protection of their relatives and friends.

The wizarding world is connected to the Black Lake, and then begins to slowly deform. Across the lake, you can see the residential area in full view. The city view and the grassland are seamlessly connected, which looks particularly weird.

Dumbledore stood at the very edge, looking at the nearby lake, where there seemed to be an octopus waving its tentacles, which seemed out of place in the serious atmosphere of the upcoming war and strict enforcement of orders.

Dumbledore had already sent away the wizards behind him, but he could not stop them from wanting to take back the consciousness of Hogwarts. He knew it all clearly.

Still too late.

Many of his colleagues and friends went to the castle to pick up their children as requested by the principal, but they never came back.

First, the Malfoy family disappeared mysteriously, and then the Weasley family. No one responded to the letters sent into the castle. The once sacred campus seemed to have turned into a monster that could devour everything.

Someone risked his life to pass on all the information, which aroused public anger.

Some people have even erected tombstones for their relatives and friends who entered the castle, and have gathered a lot of people. How can a little brat, who looks powerful, defeat so many wizards?

Others are just trying to take advantage of the situation.

Some goblins, some giants that looked particularly huge, those vampires and centaurs traveled thousands of miles around the Forbidden Forest and came to Dumbledore to pledge their allegiance to him.

"I remember Harry once saved you." Dumbledore looked at this group of centaurs who were once extremely proud and refused to associate with wizards, but now lowered their noble heads and turned around to stab their savior in the back.

The centaur said nothing more.

Dumbledore just felt bored, "Whatever, leave."

He has been waiting here for someone to come.

Grindelwald.

In any case, Harry should be transferred away in advance. If the passage is real, he and Grindelwald can be used as a backup.

Many ripples suddenly appeared on the transparent boundary in front of him, and Grindelwald walked out from it.

"How's it going? Were you able to contact Harry?"

Grindelwald shook his head with some regret. "Harry seems to have reinforced the space barrier. With my skills, it is impossible to enter without a key. But there is good news, that is, the barriers are merging with each other. I believe that it won't be long before these independent small spaces will become a whole."

This is actually not good news, and both sides are aware of it.

Once there are no more obstacles ahead, they will truly face off against Harry.

"Something went wrong in our plan. I wonder if Harry is being controlled by someone? If that's the case, maybe we can still save his life."

Grindelwald was supposed to go to the secret base he built with Rosier, but on the eve of leaving, Abernathy, his most loyal subordinate, found him and took out an envelope.

It said that Harry had rebelled and was going to attack him and Rosier.

Grindelwald naturally refused to believe it, but the scenes in the prophecy flashed again and again, and in the end, doubt overcame trust.

Once suspicion arose, Harry was already guilty of the attack, and as the envelope said, he lost contact with Rosier and Abernathy.

He immediately told the news to Dumbledore who was far away in Hogwarts, and then went to the base to investigate himself.

Even as the owner of the base, he cannot enter and exit at will. He can only blend in with the group of wizards who go there to seek refuge and follow the flow of people to go in every time the cave door is opened.

He changed many identities in the process, and later when he saw an impostor with Ron's face, his original suspicion of four or five points suddenly increased to eight or nine points.

It had almost become an objective fact in his mind. Just before he was about to step in, the sharpness unique to a great wizard reached its peak at this moment, as if something was brewing inside.

At this time he received a tip from his subordinates that Harry was not in the secret realm, but appeared in Hogwarts, and replaced Snape's identity, becoming the next headmaster after Dumbledore.

And Slytherin had no way to contact Dumbledore anymore.

No matter what happened in this secret realm, the people he cared about were not here. Grindelwald urgently needed to know the first-hand information to decide his next move, so he left here simply and neatly.

When he appeared with the title of the first Dark Lord, people still feared and respected him. He arranged for the saints to make a few remarks in the center of the crowd, and then they regarded him as the leader of the organization.

Looking at this unusually loose team, Grindelwald wanted to delay time.

He knew that no matter how Harry jumped around, he would not be able to fall into Dumbledore's trap unless he was willing.

This old guy must still be hiding in secret. Grindelwald has been dragging his feet under the pretext of looking for Dumbledore.

Originally, that was also a gathering that ended in vain, but unexpectedly, Dumbledore suddenly appeared. He looked normal, but in fact he was in a daze.

He followed Dumbledore all the way until they reached the border, when a real war was about to break out, and only then did his former partner regain his senses.

The mind returns to reality.

When he asked this question, Dumbledore had been silent for a long time. He thought of the mysterious space inside Grindelwald's base.

He couldn't believe that with his abilities, he didn't find anything.

It is a very terrifying thing to doubt one's comrades at such a critical moment. Before discussing this matter, Dumbledore wanted to resolve this doubt.

"What? How is that possible? Those people were just defecting normally. Didn't you give me that flower?" Grindelwald didn't acknowledge any of them. Instead, he seemed even more surprised and angry than Dumbledore when he first learned the news.

"Those people are genuine scientists. When the plan was first implemented, we sent them to the base in batches. It's just that they didn't know about the existence of wizards and thought it was just their own idea."

Grindelwald was a little anxious. He kept turning around in circles, trying hard to think about what he had seen and heard on the way here.

This was not the first time he followed a wizard team to the secret realm. They behaved normally along the way, except for the man who had Ron's hair and a large amount of Polyjuice Potion.

And there was a very rare little girl who could escape from the secret realm by herself. He told Dumbledore about this anomaly.