Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 548 Induction

"Harry, tell the teacher what happened to the people in the castle?" Grindelwald asked, while "Dumbledore" in the front said nothing.

"Curious?" Harry took off his hat. These people could not enter Hogwarts now. Although the passage to the Room of Requirement had been completely closed, there was still a risk of it opening.

If a forceful attack is launched here, the space over there will become turbulent, and all the people in the cave will be sucked into the turbulence of time and space. The best scenario is that they will stay there forever and survive for three or four more days without food.

If things got worse, the fragile barrier might not last more than a quarter of an hour before collapsing, and all the people inside would turn to dust in an instant.

If he told this matter to others, not many people would believe it. What's more, there are many people who are trying to take advantage of the situation, so he cannot expose them.

"Why listen to him? He's just a little brat of thirteen or fourteen years old. Let's go together!"

Someone at the back of the crowd suddenly shouted, and many people were ready to move. In their opinion, this would be a smooth and unsuspenseful "war" with no suspense at all.

As for the person behind this guy.

Are you kidding me? Harry Potter's greatest helpers are on his team. It's impossible for him to be in league with those outsiders.

Although they shouted slogans like this, they never believed deep down that there was anything wrong with Harry Potter's position.

His parents were all born and raised in this land, as were his relatives, friends, students and teachers. The most likely possibility was that he was controlled by someone, as rumored.

Harry looked at Grindelwald deeply, then glanced around him curiously.

"What are you looking for?" Grindelwald frowned.

"I actually don't know why you came here today-"

"What is what? It's incomprehensible." His true feelings were touched upon and he just wanted to return to Hogwarts Castle as soon as possible.

Harry remained silent. Facing so many wizards, he was actually not sure of himself.

Forget it. Now that things have come to this, I can’t care whether my methods are fair or not.

All the people behind him took off their wizard robes and revealed their faces.

Looking at their relatives and friends standing in the line, some people had tears in their eyes, while some people looked terrified because they did not see the people they wanted to see.

Harry's only goal was to delay time and guard against the experts in the team.

"Is everyone here?" he asked suddenly.

"Most of the people came, as you wished, Harry, but there are still some who refused to come, and no matter how much I persuaded them, they would not come."

"Dumbledore", who had little presence, suddenly spoke.

Harry nodded. It was a matter of time and fate. This was their life choice and no one else could influence it.

There won’t be much change in the future, I just hope they won’t regret it.

Grindelwald's expression turned somewhat grim. He slowly approached Dumbledore and then placed the tip of his wand against his waist.

He whispered, "What's the matter with you, Tom?"

A slight smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips. He expected that Grindelwald would not attack him.

Grindelwald felt like he was being tricked. Before he could say anything, the crowd behind him became agitated.

A clock suddenly appeared in front of Harry, and it seemed to be counting down. A faint blue light reflected on his face. He seemed to have become as thin as a skeleton in a trance.

In a secret realm thousands of miles away, the man shrunk the iron object in the center of the underground venue, and then easily stuffed it into his sleeve. He flew into the sky, broke through the transparent film between the space and the lake water, and opened the entire lake bottom like a dragon, and then disappeared in mid-air.

He was going to Hogwarts, hoping to achieve a bright future that he had long planned.

The ball of flesh behind him followed him all the time. After the man rushed into the fog, he was blocked inside.

dong dong dong.

Meatball was very angry. His master broke his promise and abandoned him. He was furious and felt very uncomfortable being concealed and betrayed.

It set its sights on the camp in the center, where there was something that the owner cared about very much. Perhaps after getting it, it could be exchanged for a bargaining chip.

"Sir, don't waste your time talking to him. Let's rush in together."

The crowd in front of him was surging, but Harry walked slowly, directing the silver thread to pull out a little girl from the team behind him. She had brown hair, white cheeks covered with freckles, and her slightly opened mouth revealed her conspicuous buck teeth.

Harry turned his head suddenly, why is it Hermione!

How come Silk didn't notice it?

Hermione's consciousness had been controlled. She was floating in the air with weak limbs, like a wandering ghost.

Fortunately, I didn't kill him just now.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and then pushed her into the center of the team. It didn't matter, there was still a chance.

A little boy was dragged out, and the child's parents pushed through the crowd in front of them and rushed to the front of the team.

"Don't hurt him, what are you trying to do?" a mother screamed sharply, and her husband followed behind her and hugged her shoulders.

"If you don't want me to kill him, just come to me. Don't have any tricks. I can kill your child at any time."

Harry stretched out an extremely thin silk thread from the palm of his hand, and then gently cut off half of a protruding stone on the ground.

The parents suddenly fell silent, looked at Grindelwald, and after getting permission, they came to Harry's side with some anger.

“Does anyone dare to try now?”

Harry directed them to float a little higher, staggered from each other, so that everyone could see their loved ones, children, and friends they cared about in the crowd.

"You devil!"

Someone shouted and Harry smiled softly.

The silk thread carrying Hermione silently sent her into the hall of Hogwarts. It seemed that something passed through it, and almost no one noticed.

To outsiders, Dumbledore and Grindelwald seemed to be standing close together.

The mother next to Harry looked at Dumbledore with pleading eyes.

“So this is how it feels to be looked at like this.”

Dumbledore muttered.

"What?" Grindelwald didn't hear clearly because his mind was not focused here.

"Nothing." He turned his head slightly, unable to bear seeing the mother's disappointed eyes.

"Sir, what should we do? We have never seen this kind of magic before. Of course, if we use it, all these people in front of us may die."

Perhaps someone needs to be ruthless and choose to sacrifice some people to save others, but no one dares to ask for it, otherwise, after the matter is over, the person who asks for it will be sent to court and face the Dementor's kiss.

Grindelwald looked a little ugly. He didn't know that the apprentice he had watched grow up was actually the same person as him deep down. From a certain perspective, competition is to use any means to achieve the goal.

He persuaded himself countless times to try his best to protect Harry, but now it seems.

Both sides of my cheeks seemed to be burning as if they were slapped by this so-called little guy, over and over again.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a mysterious man suddenly fell from the sky. The powerful airflow around him blew the two parties in confrontation back a few steps.

This was almost overwhelming strength. Grindelwald claimed that he was no match for him, and he had no idea who this man was.

The soul fluctuations of the attributes reminded Harry of the identity of the person in front of him.

It seemed like this was their first official meeting in this world. Looking back on the past, there was either endless time and space between them, or they were shrouded in darkness, which made it impossible for them to see each other's faces.

"Did you get your things?" Harry asked.

The man nodded, then took out the iron tool from his armhole and enlarged it to the size of a fist.

"Dumbledore has left early."

"I've already sent him in, don't worry."

The man nodded and said, "I'll take this in and come find you later."

"it is good."

Looking at their intimacy, it was obvious that they were in cahoots with Harry Potter. Grindelwald looked a little unhappy, and then he thought of Bai You who had promised him.

Although I have proposed this method, I must help him to the end, otherwise he will change his mind at the last minute. He is not someone you can easily mess with.

According to the contact method agreed by both parties, Greende finally chose to accept the olive branch thrown by Bai You.

I wonder where that guy is at such a critical moment?

The man was holding the iron tool, but was blocked by the barrier at the entrance of the hall.

"Sorry." A voice floated into his ears, with a hint of apology in the tone.

The barrier cracked into a gap, so thick and wide that the man was amazed.

Harry has been here for such a long time that the results are quite remarkable, with some of his old style.

The man shook his head and did not choose to enter the space. Instead, he threw the iron in his sleeve into it, and the round ball rolled to Hermione's side.

Then zoom in, you can see three small brackets extending from the base, supporting the ground from a distance, as if it has a soul, and some smoke comes out from time to time, which is very humane.

The threads in Hermione's body had been completely removed. She frowned, and the world in front of her eyes gradually became brighter. The boundaries of some things gradually became clear, and a huge object came into view.

Where have I been?

She wanted to get up, but found that if she moved back a little more, she would fall off the table. After seeing clearly where she was, Hermione calmed down and then curiously came to the vicinity of the iron tool.

It was still the familiar hall, empty.

There is an extremely obvious lid on the iron tool. It seems that as long as people gently grasp the handle and lift it hard, they can see what is inside.

The style is very simple and ancient, with mysterious patterns carved on it. It seems to be a bronze vessel with rust scattered on it.

Hermione shook her head, feeling like she had forgotten something, but as soon as she thought about it carefully, a needle pierced into her mind, making her feel miserable.

Focusing her eyes on the iron made her feel much more comfortable.

Do you want to open it?

A voice kept calling out.

Open it, child, open it, and then carry it to the front, because inside is what Harry cares about most.

If they were born and raised in the wizarding world, the children here would be told from an early age that they should not talk to objects with souls. Even if they do talk, they should not believe any of their topics, let alone make any deals with them.

Hermione, who had not yet been beaten by Riddle's diary, was still letting curiosity overcome her fear.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

The end is coming——

The fifth knight died a martyr's death.

Some images appeared in her mind intermittently. Hermione ignored them, just paused for a moment, and her hands unconsciously touched the iron.

Then he held it in his arms, looked down at the small round tripod with one hand, and put his other hand on the lid and lifted it up.

Nothing sudden happened. There were two bodies lying quietly inside. Hermione looked very familiar with them.

She didn't know how to describe these two people.

As delicate as a doll, yet cold and silent.

Yes, that's it.

Just move forward little by little.

Just a little further and we'll be there soon.

Harry, Harry was riding a white horse and running from a distance with a long sword in his hand.

Such a picture suddenly appeared in Hermione's eyes.

What am I going to do?

Harry put his wand to her neck and forced her, along with many others, into the Room of Requirement.

The people here are very happy.

Hermione also saw Dumbledore and Grindelwald there, and someone wanted to make her soul leave here.

But she didn't want to, she still had to save Harry, she didn't want to be the one being protected all the time.

So he made a deal with someone. Who was it? Who went to replace him?

A kind face appeared in her mind.

It's Professor McGonagall.

She was very surprised to see me coming, and she hugged me gently, comforted me, and stuffed all the snacks she had hidden on her into my arms.

Then Professor McGonagall whispered something in her ear.

"Whatever you want to do kid, I'll cover you."

Hermione was in a daze after that.

Let it go, right here, kid.

right here.

No, this thing is very important, I can't leave it here.

Why is it important? Your voices kept questioning Hermione's already limited attention.

"This is the final bargaining chip to wake up Harry."

The little girl's eyes suddenly became very clear. She closed the lid heavily and finally took two steps back in fear, with her fluffy hair and flowing black robe.

"Hey, why are you like this? Originally, the rest of your vacation had nothing to do with you, but you saw me. Tell me, is there anything else you want to do?"

This person is Angel.

He didn't know when he woke up, and his eyes were fixed on the iron dome in Hermione's arms.

It is indeed a good thing, and only the protagonist of this world can get it. It is worth it for me to reveal so many things.

Angel narrowed his eyes slightly, looking very happy.

The system in his mind was calling out like crazy, true and false, real and fake. His cards and tricks were always hidden under the appearance of sincerity.