Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 522 Ambush

"Squeak--" Right above Snape's head, blending into the pitch-black environment, there was a bat lying on the top of the cave.

It was awakened by the sudden noise and made a sound, then commanded its left and right wings to follow the flow of air, passing over Magg's brown head, passing by the sleeping Rosier in front, and Grindelwald beside him.

Finally, he rushed out of the cave, flew to the left, and touched the shoulder of Harry, who was wearing a black wizard robe, on a white platform not far away.

"Squeak-"

"They're here too, aren't they?"

"Squeak-"

Harry lifted the hood of his head, revealing his half-white hair. The skin on both sides had been separated from the original flesh and fell down empty.

He waved his left hand lightly, and suddenly a water mirror appeared in the air. He looked at himself in the mirror, carefully examining the remaining black hair.

One stick, two sticks, three sticks...

There was indeed a lot left. He put on his hood again, and his old face seemed to regain his youth in an instant, and his slender fingers revealed a youthful aura.

"It's time to go meet them."

With a long sigh, the bat was swept away by the wind and landed on Harry's shoulder, turning into black smoke before reappearing in the depths of the cave.

A figure suddenly appeared in the bright light outside. Hermione let go of Professor McGonagall's hand and felt a little nervous.

who is he?

The man came closer and closer, and his voice under the hood was hoarse, "We won't hurt you, but we ask you to stay here for a while. More and more people will come here, so I hope you can be mentally prepared in advance."

"Harry?" McGonagall called tentatively.

The man obviously had no desire to communicate and turned away.

Snape stepped over McGonagall and pointed his wand at the man. Hermione and Ron beside him said nothing.

"Who are you anyway? Why are we here?"

Harry turned his head and the hood on his head slipped down slightly, revealing his jet-black hair and pointed chin.

The overall feeling is extremely gloomy and cold.

"you guess--"

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from the spot.

Snape didn't believe this guy who was hiding his head and showing his tail. He strode out of the cave, but on the way, he saw Grindelwald and Rosier. He was stunned for a moment and squatted down in disbelief. After seeing the pair of strange-colored eyes and gray hair, he suddenly realized that the guy might be serious.

"Mr. Grindelwald, where exactly is this place? Who exactly is that person?"

The bat lying above the cave suddenly felt an unusual movement. It squeaked twice, then turned around and flew to the deepest part of the cave. Under the blue light, its two wings looked extremely mysterious, with countless runes floating up and down on them. Someone should be coming soon.

Who will it be this time?

On the other side, Lupin had a smile on his face, like a calm and reliable mountain, and his mere presence made people feel particularly at ease.

He hid his figure and leaned quietly against the wall, watching several senior students calling their friends, timidly coming to the eighth floor through another passage, and walking back and forth in front of the portrait of the giant monster.

"What went wrong? Where is that mysterious room?"

One of them raised his hand and expressed his doubts, "Could it be that each of us has a desire in our hearts, so this room cannot recognize so many people at the same time, and we should let one person go through and the rest should disperse."

"You're a good boy, what you said makes sense."

The man laughed foolishly.

After a moment, the light illuminated Lupin's hidden figure, then gradually faded away, revealing another wave of people.

He was in a very happy mood at the moment, and Dumbledore beside him should have received the big gift prepared for him.

An uninvited guest came to Dumbledore's office. It was snow-white with three black feathers in the center of its eyes. There was a bamboo tube tied to its left paw. The tube was empty at this time, and the parchment that was originally in it was now in Dumbledore's hands.

"Grindelwald has disappeared from this world. The next one is Hogwarts. We sincerely invite you to participate in the next game."

A blue flame burst out angrily from Dumbledore's hand, and then burned the parchment completely. The remaining black powder gradually degraded into silver in the air, as if it had life, and it formed a long paragraph.

The entire space and time suddenly stopped. The white owl raised its claws in the air. Fox the Phoenix was lying on top of the bookcase nearby, looking over curiously. The principals on the other side of the wall turned into truly still oil paintings.

Game: Match 3.

Player mission: Find the player Harry Potter hiding in Hogwarts, stop him, and make everyone disappear from this world.

game rules:

1. This game only allows one player to know the information, and the rest of the people who know the information will die immediately.

2. Players are not allowed to do anything that goes against common sense and must make their actions appear to be natural.

3. Players are not allowed to seek outside help or leave Hogwarts.

Tips:

1. Player Harry Potter has successfully made Snape and McGonagall leave and is now preparing for the next activity.

2. The game lasts for 36 hours, starting from the moment the player receives the game rules.

Dumbledore's pupils shrank slightly and his left eyelid twitched violently, because a countdown suddenly appeared in the upper left corner of his world, with a string of tiny handwriting.

There are still 35 hours and minutes left until the end of the game.

Is this thing true? How to determine the correctness of the rules of the game? Is it that person?

Dumbledore was unsure of the authenticity and reliability of these things, and he had to verify them in a shorter time.

Did Snape and McGonagall really leave?

He sat down in his chair, and the letter suddenly disintegrated and disappeared into the air. The owl put down its claws, and Fawkes seemed to sense something strange in the air. A cry flew to Dumbledore's shoulder, and the headmasters on the wall began to chirp.

Dumbledore began to connect his consciousness with the entire castle. As the current headmaster, he naturally had a small number of privileges.

The portrait became his eyes. The first thing he noticed was Lupin, who was hiding next to the portrait on the 8th floor. Then he went to the 7th floor, the 6th floor, the 5th floor, the 4th floor...

He searched floor after floor, but he didn't see McGonagall and Snape. Could it be that they had left?

In the Room of Requirement?

He quickly left his office, and at the same time, Lupin left the 8th floor as quickly as possible.

Dumbledore felt a gust of wind passing by him, carrying a familiar breath. He looked at the empty spiral staircase, which was empty.

Then his sharp eyes shot straight to the troll. The troll was very timid at the moment, and it ran away with its baseball bat.

Dumbledore walked around the portrait 34 times, and then saw a big door appear on the wall. It was in an ancient color, with a rusty door handle and various strange patterns on it.

Will it be here? Will there be a problem? Should I go in?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind. Could it be that those people wanted me to go to this place?

Dumbledore put his hand on the doorknob, hesitating. He had just searched the entire castle and did not see the two professors.

Out of confidence in his own abilities, unlimited trust in the headmaster's authority, and concern for McGonagall and Snape, he opened the door.

The white light made him unable to open his eyes for a moment, and then, his sixth sense, which had gradually become sharper through life and death experiences and countless hardships, made Dumbledore decide to retreat.

But it was too late.

Just as the door opened a crack, Lupin suddenly appeared behind him, "Avada Kedavra—"

Calm, ruthless and decisive.

While Dumbledore was distracted, the bat lying on the cave turned into a long black hand, slipped through the crack in the door, grabbed Dumbledore's clothes, and pulled him in.

blah-

Dumbledore disappeared and the Killing Curse hit the wall.

Then screams were heard one after another from the portraits in the corridor.

"Lupin killed Dumbledore. Lupin killed Dumbledore. Lupin killed Dumbledore."

Almost in an instant, the sound resounded throughout Hogwarts, causing chaos.

However, the three backbone people are not here.

Lupin turned into Harry's appearance, and the real werewolf regained his own face and stood respectfully beside Harry Potter.

"Master, what are your next instructions?"

"Run away, run away as far as you can, the farther the better, to a place where no one knows you."

"Okay, master."

Wolf's mane was faintly visible on Lupin's cheek, and then Harry threw him a small bottle of potion, "This is an improved version of wolf poison potion. Drink it and you will be safe for a year."

Lupin's expression changed slightly. He took a last lingering look at Harry, then ran straight to the window of the corridor on the eighth floor, broke through the glass and fell from a height, then fled Hogwarts at a rapid speed.

As for our Harry Potter, his facial features were a little distorted at this moment, and different souls were wailing inside his body.

Dobby appeared from time to time, Draco's face was full of disgust, Snape was ugly, and the most terrifying thing was the mark of Voldemort that remained in Harry's soul.

However, in an instant, he suddenly became very calm, and his aura became even more unfathomable.

"Little Harry, you really impressed me. Not bad, not bad. What are you going to do next?"

"Let them all in."

Another sound came from the abdomen.

"Where's that guy?"

Ouroboros had no expression on his face, and walked towards him stiffly like a puppet. It was obvious that his mind was being controlled by someone.

"How come you still have a bit of your soul left in this guy's body? Why do you think the split isn't enough?" There was some doubt and worry in the tone.

"The multiple splits of your soul will make your personality more and more incomplete, and your end will be the same as Voldemort's. Do you understand?"

"Understand."

"Okay, who are you going to become next? I can allow you to extend the game a little bit."

"he came."

"Who?"

"Gryffindor."

Harry's features began to melt again, and then he grew taller, his cloak gradually grew bigger, his long hooked nose, his gloomy face, his impatient mouth, and his greasy hair.

Several professors who rushed to the eighth floor saw Snape standing at the top.

Flitwick asked worriedly, "Is what the portrait says true? Is Dumbledore really gone?"

Snape nodded, his expression very cold.

"Is it really Lupin?"

Snape pointed to the broken window. "He escaped from here just as I got here."

At this time, a group of students rushed up screaming. Hermione was stuck in the crowd, gasping for breath. Draco was even paler. He looked at Snape and swallowed unconsciously.

"Professor, Professor Lupin is not right. It seems that our memories have been tampered with at the same time. It's him, he is a werewolf!"

Everything was in chaos. Draco looked at Snape standing at the stairs and felt a little cold all over. He stepped back unconsciously little by little and finally left here without looking back. He now needed to write a letter to ask his father, or just leave here. He seemed to have done something wrong!

"Draco!" Pansy was the first to notice his departure and screamed in a shrill voice.

Hermione turned around immediately. She remembered Draco's strange behavior before the class. He must know something.

The clever little girl grasped the essence of the matter the moment things became chaotic, and Snape saw everything.

"Notify all prefects, as well as the presidents of the male and female student unions, led by the professors, to gather in the auditorium. Do not move or run around."

Snape said in a hoarse voice, sounding particularly reliable at this moment.

Flitwick took one look and acquiesced.

"Don't panic, don't make noise, go to the auditorium immediately."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Snape came to Dumbledore's office. Fawkes was lying quietly on the desk with a white owl around his neck.

The three feathers between the owl's eyebrows turned into silver silk threads, binding Fox tightly.

Upon hearing the news, Filch brought his wife, Mrs. Norris, to the center of the hall early. Looking at the circles of little wizards around him, he felt particularly at ease at this moment.

From the moment he heard those words, he began to feel scared. If Lupin could actually kill Dumbledore, it would be an easy task for him.

Thinking of the experience of patrolling with him that night, he couldn't stop trembling and hugged Mrs. Loris tightly.

The portraits fell into collective silence. They looked at each other, and unexpectedly chose to leave at the same time. The portraits of Hogwarts collectively lost their protagonists in an instant. This bizarre behavior was even more frightening.

Rumors turned into light and reached every corner that light could reach.

The world is really in chaos.