Rebirth of the Harry Potter

I saw Harry's face was gloomy and cold, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, unceremoniously releasing his coercion.

The old man stared at Harry firmly, his mind was in a state of turmoil. No matter the magic power or soul strength of this strangely appearing young man was far beyond his peak state.

Harry said: "My target is the rumored Elder Wand."

The old man's pupils shrank.

Harry smiled faintly, and said, "I want to pursue a stronger power. After searching for a long time, I finally found out that you are the previous owner of the Elder Wand."

"So, can you tell me the whereabouts of the Elder Wand?" Harry looked at the old man with a half-smile.

The old man was not afraid, and said slowly: "I expected that someone would come and follow the path we walked, but one day, you will realize that this is meaningless... I never had the Elder Wand... "

"I don't believe what you're saying." Harry shook his head slowly.

The bony old man grinned at Harry with a toothless grin, as if mocking him.

"You will never find the Elder Wand, its whereabouts will only become an eternal secret with my death." The old man smiled faintly, terrified: "If you are willing to die with me, in the world of the dead maybe I will Tell you."

"Oh, so that's the case." Harry drew his voice, full of ridicule and disdain. This tone was copied from Snape's by Harry, and he really deserved a beating.

Harry slowly and methodically drew out his wand...

The old man thought he had guessed what Harry wanted to do, and said calmly, "If you think Cruciatus, the Imperius Curse, or the threat of death are useful, you can try it."

"Actually... I didn't come to find out the whereabouts of the Elder Wand..." Harry smiled, fully displaying the wand in his hand in the air.

"Familiar?" Harry fiddled with this long, slender wand that looked like a human bone.

The old man's eyes suddenly focused on Harry's wand.

Familiar, too familiar, how could he not be familiar with it.

He stole it from the wand maker Grigovich, and used its powerful power to make waves in the wizarding world. He used it for decades, but...

"The Elder Wand is in my hand,

But what I'm after is not just the Elder Wand, but... the legendary Death God and the Three Hallows. Others think the story of the Three Hallows is just a story, but I believe you don't think so, and I don't think so either. Isn't the banner the symbol of the Deathly Hallows? I just want to know how much do you know about the Deathly Hallows? ' Harry smiled.

The old man's eyes were turbulent and his heart was terrified.

What frightened him wasn't his fear of dying, or seeing the Elder Wand again, or Harry knowing the deepest secret he'd never told anyone.

Rather, why did the Elder Wand fall into his hands.

Harry found the old man's expression very interesting at this time, anger, killing intent, panic, sadness, and... nostalgia?

The old man ignored Harry's question, but stared at Harry like a mad dog, and said viciously, "Wand, where did you get it?"

Harry's expression was well managed, with a "shocked" face, and then smiled "of course": "You should know."

The old man's body shook, and he clenched his chicken claw-like palms tightly.

Because Harry broke all the spells, the small amount of magic power that had begun to slowly recover in his body slowly gathered, even though he knew that he could not hurt the person in front of him even a little bit.

Harry didn't seem to notice the old man's strangeness, and walked to the window on his own: "Speaking of it, I suspect that after you got the Elder Wand, you learned that Dumbledore fought you fifty years ago, and you always thought that Dumbledore Lido must have destroyed the Elder Wand, which represented an unknown fate, but who would have thought that he would hold it in his hand. Everyone knew what his wand looked like, but no one thought that it was the Elder Wand that could make people invincible , but fortunately, I am as delicate as a silk, and it is impossible to hide it from me."

When the old man heard Dumbledore's name, his eyes lit up, and then he was full of grief.

He still couldn't believe the result, how could it be possible, he was so powerful, and with the Elder Wand in his hand, who could defeat him!

Perhaps Dumbledore had discarded the Elder Wand a long time ago, and then it was picked up again, and then got by the person in front of him.

He was 90% terrified, and 100% urgently confirmed: "Who exactly did you get the Elder Wand from?"

Harry said meaningfully: "Are you really not sure? If you want to get the approval of the Elder Wand, you must take it from its previous owner. Isn't its previous owner Dumbledore who defeated you?"

"Impossible! Impossible! You can't defeat him." The old man shook his head frantically.

Harry said with a hint of "smugness": "Who said that we must use magic to duel head-on, don't you know that there are other methods, such as... Poison."

"Could it be that you still don't believe it, but I can get the Elder Wand is the best proof." Harry's words struck the old man's heart like lightning.

The old man swayed and shaky, he could no longer deceive himself.

He never expected that he was the one who received the news of Dumbledore's death first.

His waist suddenly bent down, as if he was overwhelmed by the mountain.

Suddenly a faint magic attack Harry, was easily blocked by Harry.

The old man seemed to be exhausted, his eyes were empty and colorless, and he could no longer resist.

Playing and playing, Harry saw that it was almost done, and was about to tell the truth: "Cough..."

"You kill me!" said the old man.

"Um, what?"

The old man lost hope for life, and knew that he could not avenge Dumbledore, so he just repeated indifferently: "You kill me!"

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, as if he was making a fuss.

"This, actually..."

The old man said indifferently: "You don't need to say too much, I will never tell you anything about the Deathly Hallows! You should give up your heart!"

"Hey." Harry rarely felt troubled. You must know that even when facing Hermione, Zhang Qiu, and Astoria, he could decisively choose all of them.

In the end, Harry decided to tell the truth: "Well, actually...Dumbledore is not dead, he is still alive and well. I came here simply to let you go."

The old man was irritated by the words about Dumbledore, and he yelled frantically: "You lied to me! You lied to me!"

Harry said helplessly, "I really didn't lie to you."

"Then how did you get the Elder Wand? Tell me." The old man didn't know where the strength came from, he roared, almost catching up with the sound of the lion's roar hat made by Luna.

Harry said: "Actually, there are other ways, and it doesn't have to kill the previous master."

"I swear by Merlin, Dumbledore is still alive. If you don't believe me, you can leave here and just ask any wizard. I will never stop you."

The old man's eyes recovered a little.

Among all wizard concepts, swearing by Merlin is naturally true.

However, under what circumstances can another person get the Elder Wand?

Countless situations appeared in the old man's mind in an instant.

He stared at Harry's handsome face, which was only a little bit less handsome than Dumbledore's, and suddenly had an answer that he couldn't accept anyway, but it happened to be the most likely answer.

He said desperately: "I understand, yes, apart from being related to him by blood, how could it be possible to easily get the Elder Wand and use it."

He shook his head and said in despair: "Looking at your age, it's probably... Albus's... grandson."

Harry tilted his head: "???"

...

In the end, it took Harry a long time to convince the old man that Dumbledore was still a great magician... no, he was a great magister, and he had nothing to do with Dumbledore or Nat.

The old man seemed... secretly pleased?

Impossible, impossible, I must be wrong.

"Outside, times have changed." Harry warned: "Dumbledore has become the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom. You have to see more of what he does."

The old man didn't seem to hear what Harry was saying at all, he just raised his head and was thinking about something.

Harry was about to leave when he suddenly had a very curious question. He turned around, looked at the old man, and said, "May I ask, you and Dumbledore, um, who are..."

Harry didn't ask that question in the end.

Because he really couldn't ask. If Dumbledore and the others were beautiful teenagers at the age of eighteen, Harry might have asked, but now, looking at his goose skin and white hair, Harry couldn't help shivering.

Merlin said: It's not scary, it's just not beautiful.

...

Harry flew away from the window, and the tens of thousands of miles of dark clouds in the sky would also drift away. Soon, this small island might be discovered by Muggles, but it had nothing to do with him.

Shortly after Harry left, a thin figure emerged from the castle, conjured a boat by the sea, and left by boat.

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