Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 555 Knitting

"Alright, alright." The captain said with a look of disgust, "Go to a crowded place and don't reveal where you came from. No one will pay special attention to you. Go now and don't bother me."

The fat man knew that in the past few days, many people from the entire wizarding world had arrived at Hogwarts Castle one after another. Their identities could not be checked, so it should be no problem for them to fish in troubled waters. As for obtaining the secret of immortality, it all depended on their own abilities.

"Thank you, Captain. Goodbye." The fat man waved his fleshy hands. One of the buttons on his chest broke off due to the large swing. It fell to the ground and ran to the captain's shoes.

No matter how many times he saw it, the captain still lamented his fat body. Many weight loss potions in the wizard world were ineffective. This was almost impossible for magic, unless -

Unless he was an Anigmas who was not registered in the archives, and the animal he transformed into was huge, if it weren't for this speculation, he would not have recruited a fat man with limited mobility into his gang.

If the speculation is true, then everything he is showing now may be a trick, and he may be one step ahead of all of them.

Fortunately, I have already established good connections in advance, so it shouldn't be a problem to get involved when the time comes.

With this thought in mind, the captain watched the fat man leave, then sealed the entrance to the cave. The knight who had fallen to the ground stood up again. In order to prevent being discovered, he deliberately scraped some wall dust and sprinkled it on top.

Just now the passage was suddenly opened and there was no one outside, which was inconsistent with my judgment. So many people came out and no one stopped them.

The captain thought hard but got no result, so he gave up and chose to focus on today's goal, the principal's office on the eighth floor.

He knows more than anyone else.

If there really was someone helping them enter Hogwarts, then they would naturally appear when needed. In the campus where Dumbledore existed, he didn't believe that his life would be in danger, so everything else would be easy.

The fat man went down the stairs panting. He had just been delayed for a long time on the spiral staircase. Many people were standing on the railings on the third and fourth floors, looking at this obvious fat man who suddenly appeared.

But almost no one thinks that he came from outside, but rather that he is an additional person from that world.

The fat man was not nervous at all. He put the sweat towel in his pocket, and his eyes, which had become smaller due to his obesity, were narrowed into slits.

There are so many people, many of whom should have grown old or are no longer alive. This place no longer seems like a school, but rather the paradise in the eyes of Muggles, or the place of reincarnation in Eastern mythology.

Is this Merlin's miracle?

The fat man suppressed the shock in his heart, and then he burst into ecstasy. If death was broken, the whole world would be turned upside down, and the civilization of human history would start a new chapter from this moment.

Wait, just as he walked down the stairs and wandered around casually, suddenly, he saw a familiar figure in the crowd in front of him. It was him.

The fat man was cheered up. This guy was definitely not simple. It was after he disappeared that the captain opened the passage that had been blocked before.

This guy knew more than anyone else in his team. The fat guy had good ideas, but he ignored his own fat body. After just a short distance, his neck was covered with sweat, soaking his chest and back.

A woman passing by couldn't help but pinch her nose, looked at the fat man with disgust, then pushed through the crowd in front of her and quickly fled.

Soon a vacuum zone was formed around him, and people inexplicably walked beside him consciously and passed by quickly.

The fat man turned into a round tomato. He wished he had the speed of a flying broom, or...

Hair began to grow on the skin under the clothes. The little guy who kept flying close to the ceiling took all the people in his sight, including the fat man.

Then it quickly passed through the wall, across the floor, came to the empty hall, and slowly landed on Hermione's shoulder.

Dumbledore couldn't see it, but he knew that in that world, Hermione once had a magical pet with pure white feathers, wings about half a meter long when spread, and other special abilities.

Could it be that he followed here too?

When he saw the expression on the little girl's face, he roughly understood what should be happening.

However, as someone who had traveled through time twice, and the most recent time he came to this world in the form of a physical body, Dumbledore had a premonition that all the people in this place would not exist for long.

Just like the body automatically attacks invading bacteria from the outside, the cleansing from between heaven and earth will destroy the entire castle.

Harry, Harry, Dumbledore seemed to be able to look through the closed door of the hall and into the distance, at the man who was controlling everything behind the scenes.

Has he ever thought about this situation?

How are people supposed to survive here?

The resurrection of so many people is like blowing up a mountain next to a river; the direction of the river will inevitably be changed.

At first, George and Fred's arrival at most threw a big stone into the river, but they could do nothing about the direction of fate.

And now, with the collapse of the mountains and the change of the tributaries, where will this world be taken? Will the people who stayed in the original world be safe and sound? Dumbledore had no idea about these, and he stroked the white round bead tightly.

There were familiar magical fluctuations emanating from it.

Respect the laws of nature, Harry, do you understand this?

Harry, who was being missed by Dumbledore, was wandering around the castle like a ghost. Many people passed by him, but they seemed unable to see him.

He was wearing a long black wizard robe, which looked a bit like Snape in the past. His black hair was draped over his forehead in wisps, and the half of his face that was exposed looked quite weak.

What Dumbledore was worried about was indeed a problem.

But, this is also the reason why he came here. Many people have come back to life. After observing their bodies for a few days, there is nothing unusual. Dumbledore also began to let the huge bomb land smoothly step by step as Halliso had imagined.

As for eliminating the harmfulness of the bomb, that would depend on the backup plan Harry had prepared over the years.

The deal he made with those people was the group behind Angel.

The butt determines the head. When your position reaches a certain height, the world you see will become new.

The original rules no longer apply, and the rules of the new world are established at a higher level.

At least Harry's miraculous experience told him that the so-called cycle of heaven and earth and the order of life are, to a certain extent, just for the stability of a world.

Therefore, human death is not inevitable; the stability of the world is the goal.

As long as the world is stable, it is not impossible to allow a small number of people to be resurrected in a special way, but no one can reach this level and has the ability to make such a deal.

And Harry can.

As the former protagonist of this world, he has a natural connection with the world based on the protagonist's story.

When the audience's eyes turn away, the finale is frozen at that moment, and every life that arises from it begins to radiate its own vitality.

The original stability of the world is running under the influence of a spirit called the author. When it is released, the original direction of the world's operation is the general tone formed by the author when he outlined this world.

However, in some cases, due to the imperfect stories, at the moment the ending is frozen, the whole world will become completely still, turn gray, and become dust in time and space.

Others, such as the author who created his own life, kindly gave himself a good ending. The scar no longer hurts, and he has lived in peace for more than ten years.

Originally, he probably wouldn't have awakened his consciousness, but perhaps that was his fate.

His mother was a pure-blooded Muggle wizard, and his father was a pure-blood wizard, so he was a combination of the two.

But this world has deviated from the stable structure created by the gods, and the conflict between wizards and Muggles is irreconcilable, so some people come to Harry.

He was shown a way out at his most painful moment.

If the world wants to be peaceful, the problems between wizards and Muggles must be properly resolved.

Either Muggles can possess wizards' magic, and the whole world can become a low-level martial arts world.

Either let wizards lose their magic and everyone becomes ordinary people.

Harry had been very confused about this. He had read quite a few strange novels. After his eyes acquired special abilities, he gained a deeper understanding of the world.

I am puzzled by their suggestion that wizards and Muggles cannot coexist, their conflicts are about to break out and the world will fall into chaos.

This statement seems to make sense, but in fact it is from the perspective of humans. The time dimension of tens of millions of years is just a moment to measure the emergence of humans and wizards.

Can cause such serious consequences.

At most, humans will kill each other, their lives will end, and then another wave will come.

But this question still made Harry realize the importance of life on this planet.

Harry chose to wear the pocket watch, and the turning of the hour hand brought him to a new world that was created because of his choice to change.

Since it is not a naturally split space and time, it will eventually gradually perish. The way this world is destroyed is not by an asteroid hitting the earth, nor by lava erupting, but by an extremely mild mist, like an antiseptic spray, which will gradually turn the world into a dead silence.

Harry once rescued Grindelwald according to his own ideas, and then fulfilled his wishes, mastered the threatening weapons of Muggles in advance, and forced wizards and Muggles to merge.

But it didn't work.

The Potter who was forced to split away and maintain the remaining wizarding world told himself the answer.

If everyone wants to improve their strength, they must feed on the magic beads produced by fellow humans.

When they lose what is unique to humans, they are truly no different from animals.

Harry decisively abandoned the world that served as an experiment. He only brought some people from that place and placed them in a new parallel time and space.

Another approach is to join forces with Dumbledore while guarding against Grindelwald.

But in order to prevent the variable of Voldemort, he specifically applied to find a gentle Tom to replace this madman who split his soul into eight pieces.

Who would have thought that another Dumbledore would be brought here, which would change the operation of the entire world.

The butterfly effect shines again.

Although Harry was cautious at every step, in order to prevent what he already knew from affecting the planned time and space line, he deliberately cut out a version of himself without any memory, leaving only the original memories.

This is also why he casually made that little thing, allowing Harry to absorb the souls of people around him, every now and then, it happens.

Every year that it is forced to absorb is just the soul's unconscious self-protection.

And now, after countless attempts, I finally found a new method.

Harry was smiling and in a good mood.

He didn't feel that he was making a selfless contribution, but rather that he was weighing the pros and cons.

Standing at different heights, you will have different conclusions when looking at problems.

When people do good deeds, some may pray for rewards, while others seem like fools who believe in doing good deeds without leaving a name.

But if people knew that those who do good deeds without leaving their names may get more rewards in the dark.

Good deeds have levels and are mixed with interests.

Harry wants both the good reputation and the actual benefits. He wants to escape from this space and no longer enter into the story that he has already memorized over and over again.

The nice, stupid, reckless Potter is not himself.

A kindhearted Slytherin is what he is.

People come to this world to climb high and see far, to see a different world, and then to live their life without any regrets.

Those retreats are only for better progress. When you put yourself into the game, you will definitely be able to win.

He now stood quietly in front of Harley.

Harry felt the vibrations coming from the front and immediately understood. Finally, he put down everything he was doing and found an excuse to leave.

She looked at Ginny who was chatting happily with another person and sincerely sighed that she was so lucky.

Harry walked step by step, and then saw Zhou Fu, who had been waiting in Snape's office on the first floor below, for a long time.

"Owner."

She bowed her head respectfully, her eyes fanatical.

"Owner!"

Harley was not to be outdone.

A transparent protective barrier separates the entire room from the space outside the corridor. Even if someone puts their ear against it, they cannot hear anything.

The fat man wandered in the castle. After losing the trace of that person, all his actions seemed to have no purpose, but was there something that was attracting him in the dark?

Want to go underground?

What's good about underground?

He once spent some time under Snape's command, which was really hard to judge. It would definitely become one of the nightmares of his life.

The old professor's confinement was not a pleasant experience.

He still chose to reject the thought deep in his heart and stayed away from the dark cave.