Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 541 Acting

"What are you going to do with him now?" asked Harry.

"I can bring him to you and tolerate him living for so long." Angel paused for a moment. The system in his mind had long been silent. It had long been aware of the stubbornness of its host. Since it came to this world, it had expected that this day would eventually come.

"Are you going to kill him?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"No." A watch strap appeared on Angel's wrist, and the hour and minute hands on it were spinning rapidly. Then Georges suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands.

Harry watched from the side, he didn't know whether he should take action or not, and he had no right to judge the grudge between the two, but just the days of getting along with each other made him feel pity.

"Let fate decide whether he lives or dies." Angel shook the watch strap on his wrist. "Voldemort is not dead yet. The curse he left on the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in Hogwarts still remains, especially on you—"

The words are finished but the meaning is endless.

Harry knew that he had a fragment of Voldemort's soul in his body.

"The closer to you, the greater the impact on Georges will be." Angel squatted down, watching Georges's mouth pointed at his neck, and he involuntarily increased his strength, and his face suddenly turned red.

He tilted his head and whispered softly into Georges' ear.

"I will take good care of Elliot for you. If you can survive, I will let you go. If you die unfortunately, the Forbidden Forest is a good cemetery. It is full of various magical creatures, and you will not be particularly lonely after death."

He stretched out his middle finger and gently tapped Georges' forehead. He slid down from the roof in an instant. On the high floor, without any protective measures, his flesh and blood body could not protect his fragile soul.

Harry couldn't bear it after all, and cast a Transfiguration spell on the grass when he was about to fall to the ground.

The soft green sponge pad caught him and Georges struggled in pain.

Angel patted Harry's shoulder and pointed at his watch, "I just sped up the time around him. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can only exist for one year. Even though he is an assistant, there is no way to avoid it."

Harry said nothing.

"Don't you think it's too cruel?" Angel smiled bitterly.

Harry shook his head. "In fact, according to your ability, you had countless opportunities to kill him, but you chose such a mysterious method in the end."

"He should pay for his sins for what he has done. If he survives, please turn it into a bead and send it to Captain Thomas."

"Why don't you go see your brother?"

Angel shook his head, and the two of them supported each other as they came down from the roof. They were going to go to the basement level next and do a final headcount.

"Actually, when I first came to this world, that guy blocked some of my memories. It wasn't until I left that time and was forced to return that my memories began to loosen."

Angel watched the quiet boy out of the corner of his eye. At the last moment, he stopped playing Snape, and his fluffy black hair covered his deep brows.

He is calm and introverted, with an aura around him and a very complex temperament. Many lives have been directly and indirectly touched on his hands, and fate has played a big joke on him.

Angel knew that the boy had already sensed his own death, but each step he took was so steady, methodical, gentle, quiet, and lonely, just like the seventeen-year-old boy who once walked into the forbidden forest in the dark alone.

Facing Voldemort alone with many Death Eaters.

And now, he is able to hold up a huge protective barrier, allowing all those who love him, those he loves, and those unique, ordinary, complex and diverse lives to live safely under his arms.

"System, system, is this the reason why you asked me to come to this world?"

Angel's good system remained silent. He felt that his steps were getting heavier with each step. He was particularly angry at those who were under his wing but still did not know what was good for them.

"Well, why don't you say anything?" As Harry listened, the person next to him fell silent.

"Ah, oh." Angel shook his head. He couldn't bear to see this young man stepping into the end of his life. His sun had set before it even had a chance to rise.

Maybe, maybe he could ask his superiors if the protagonist of a world could join their department after it ended. This guy must be a very good employee.

If I can do it, then he should be able to do it too, Angel thought to himself.

"By the way, after I came back, my dusty memories were opened up, and you occupy a large part of my memories. I wanted to tell you something, but I didn't expect you to leave so suddenly and go to that magical continent in the East, traveling back and forth between the two countries. We always miss each other, it's really not fate."

During that long time, Angel also took a look at Grindelwald's secret base, where he saw his brother, who had lost his original memory, became an elite scientist, and lived there peacefully and happily.

In such troubled times, this is also a kind of luck. It is not convenient to say more about his younger brother who came from another time and space.

"You, can you tell me? How did you resurrect?" Harry's tone was a little excited. He never dared to think about it in this way. For his godfather, it was like a string of scars across his heart.

"That guy ate me in this world, and then met the one who hadn't had time to grow up in that world. As luck would have it, the place where we finally met was in that magical cave."

"Cave?"

The two of them had already reached the third floor. The usually bustling castle was now very quiet, and even the crazy portraits were silent.

Harry was very sensitive to this word. In this fate where everything was already arranged, this word seemed to be the key that connected everything.

"Yes. I was rescued by those guys. At the same time, another part of me was separated from Georges, fused and transformed into me. Then I was rescued by those guys and became their employee."

Both of them knew exactly what "those" meant.

The spiral staircase, which was usually very eerie, stopped moving quietly, and the castle lost its vitality.

"No wonder Finnegan left so early." Harry said with a sudden smile.

"Well, his cooking skills are pretty good. The cookies and cakes taste great." Angel's expression was gentle. After all, he was one of the few people who cared about him in his heart.

"You know what happened later. Due to Georges's special characteristics, he should be the only fifth person brought in besides the four knights. But for that person, this is just an idle move, and he doesn't expect it to play a big role."

The two of them were talking, and soon they arrived outside the room where the students and teachers who were sent out were imprisoned.

Harry took a quick look and wondered why so many people were unable to go to that world, more than he had expected. With Dumbledore's ban expressly against it and the Aurors trying to arrest them in large numbers, how come there were still so many people?

Due to the large number of people, this small house was connected to the Slytherin dormitory next to it. Many people took advantage of this experience to come to the common room of the outer college, which was rarely accessible.

Under normal circumstances, this would definitely be something exciting and worth bragging about, but now, many people were lying on the transparent glass looking outside at the deep green lake water.

Being sent in and out, the spread of the truth brought about dead silence. There is nothing more painful than seeing the light and then being cruelly deprived of it.

There are two people who don't fit in here. One is Cedric from Hufflepuff, who was considered the least likely person to stay, but he was left behind.

Another one is Neville from Gryffindor, this stupid boy who often loses his memory, the boy who lives tremblingly under the hands of his grandmother, and he can stay here.

This surprised many people.

At least Ron mentioned them both more than once in the list. Even Elliot, who stayed behind for special reasons, could only be ranked at the back.

These two people who have nothing to do with each other are now together. They have been discussing some things intermittently over the past few days. Some people want to eavesdrop on their conversation, but most of the time they are ruthlessly driven away.

This is exactly the time when the existing house-elves at Hogwarts deliver lunch.

Many elves longed for freedom, so they left the castle, and Harry let them go without hesitation.

There were also many who suddenly woke up, looked back on their past experiences of being ignorant and confused, and being ordered around by others, and felt suffocated. For these people who were like time bombs, Harry locked them up in another place.

But despite having freedom, most of them still find it difficult to leave Hogwarts, and they are still very happy doing their work.

Some followed Dobby to work for Harry, which also became an option for many house-elves who stayed at Hogwarts.

Neville got rid of the cowardice on his face, and became calm and reliable, just like a mountain. The accumulation brought to him by the years was incompatible with this childish body.

The other Cedric, on the other hand, was quite adaptable.

"It should be this time." The two people have been counting down over and over again in the past few days, constantly checking the time. In order to suppress the two souls in the original bodies, they have spent a lot of effort.

Now, much of the hair in the layer closest to the scalp has turned extremely pale.

"Yeah." Neville nodded. He leaned against the sealed fireplace and stared at the small door opposite. It had a gray shell and a brand new brass handle.

"We still have to be careful. We don't have much time left. Be careful not to be squeezed out again. The previous experiments have proved this. We still need to be careful."

Neville rolled his eyes at Cedric.

"Who can you blame? You are the one who had to act like a jerk next to Harry. He was a 9-year-old kid who knew nothing at the time, but you had to act like a jerk."

Neville, who seemed silent and cowardly, was glowing with a different kind of vitality at this moment. Cedric seemed to be very used to it. "Okay, okay, if what those people said is correct, he will come here again before going into the battlefield. This is the best time to save him."

Two people were talking freely here, and no one around them could hear them. There was a special layer of magic between them.

"Then follow the plan."

"it is good."

Harry looked at the dark little house in front of him, then at a door that opened in the wall next to it. The light from the other house shone here, making him a little dazed.

It turned out that in that darkness, just across the wall was the Slytherin dormitory.

The time when Dudley took his place was a very special experience for Harry.

The moment I opened my eyes, I recalled that everything was dark, but what was the reality?

But not necessarily. It’s really not necessarily.

These images appeared in my mind intermittently, and the truths I thought of were shattered and reassembled in an instant.

It was clear that his face was identical to his master's, not to mention that, to some extent, there was a very special connection between the two.

Harry was sure that the man did not want to harm him at this time.

As the most loyal subordinate, how could Dudley do such a thing?

What's more, they are in the same group.

What else I hadn't thought of? Harry asked Angel to open the door and knocked out some people who wanted to escape in the chaos. Looking at them trembling with a little hatred in their eyes, he suddenly felt bored.

Looking further inside, according to Angel, Cedric and Neville had not left.

From darkness to light in a very short time, Harry closed his eyes, tears welled up in his eyes, and he unconsciously put one hand in front of his eyes.

Playing——

Is it really because of the connection between his soul and mine that Dumbledore didn't execute him immediately?

Playing——

After the experiences of his previous life, Harry possessed the ability of Occlumency, which was far inferior to Snape's, and also had the ability of Reflexology.

The moment he regained his sight, he had a brief eye contact with Dudley.

Jealousy, hatred, envy, these are all the most normal emotions, and Harry didn't notice anything wrong at the time.

When they came into the light, those who were lying on the edge of the glass quickly turned their heads at the same time, staring at Harry.

Harry felt a little creepy.

He boasted that no one present could beat him, even if they attacked together -

A house-elf serving dishes would also make them look good.

Angel followed behind him, his eyes fell on the two people opposite, one of the main reasons why Harry came to this place.

"This is the time."

Cedric and Neville, who were not far away, looked at each other.

Cedric leaned against the fireplace nearby, put one hand behind his back, and made a silent gesture.

This guy!

Angel's pupils shrank slightly. This nameless anger suddenly rose up, making people want to destroy the world.