HP Rebirth Memory Obliteration

Ever since he embarked on the path of no return to alchemy, Harry felt that his happy childhood world was much darker. He didn't know what his family thought, but he only knew that the two gadgets he made made the elders very satisfied. That doesn't mean Harry is a genius, if you're forced by a genius to keep improving and improving, you're either the next genius or the next one.

Harry wanted to cry and went back to his aunt's house with three thick books, one necessary alchemy and two books Harry wanted to read.Now Harry has been able to go back and forth between the Manor and Number 4 Privet Drive alone.He wrapped himself in the little windbreaker and bid farewell to the elf who sent him out. After the elf left, he used the portkey and landed at the Leaky Cauldron.

It just felt like a hook was being hooked in the stomach. Harry was basically used to this kind of travel, compared to the Knight Bus - James took him once.

Outside the Leaky Cauldron, Harry was within walking distance of a bus.

Harry would go back to the manor for two days every Saturday.Harry didn't feel tired from running back and forth. Although he often complained that Lance was too oppressive, in fact Harry also worked very hard, not only on alchemy.Grandpa Albert told him a lot. He is a child from an ancient family. He cannot disgrace the Potter family. What he wants to support is the whole family, instead of directly sacrificing himself for the sake of fate, and his strength is to protect himself The only way for the family.Regarding the prophecy, James mentioned something to Harry, and Albert also knew it, so he also told Harry specifically that he did not object to him saving the wizarding world, but only if he was the next head of the Potter family first, and then He is the savior of the magic world.

Lance and Ibsus laughed at a place that Harry James didn't know, Harry will be their successor in the future, no matter what it is!

Harry, who got off the bus, became the Harry house elf Potter with ridiculous glasses and baggy clothes and pants. Before entering the house, he could hear Uncle Vernon two or three blocks away. Loud voice: "Potter! Where did you go to play again! Have you finished today's housework? I won't give you food if you haven't finished! Come in for me to weed!"

Harry silently ran to the backyard and took the lawn mower and started working, reviewing what he had learned today in his head. At this moment, Harry felt someone walking towards him. There were almost no footsteps, like a ghost. .

"Harry!"

The man patted Harry, and Harry pretended to be shocked and turned around: "Oh, Mrs. Figg, nice to meet you."

"Little Harry, are you weeding again?" Mrs. Figg hugged her brown cat, staring at Harry with cloudy eyes through the glasses, as if trying to find something from him: "Have you eaten yet?"

"No wife..." Harry sniffed, watching Mrs. Figg's eyes become watery, "I'm starving after cooking, I can't bear it, I just ran to the park for a while. Now, there is still no food eat."

"Oh—my poor child!" Mrs. Figg touched Harry's cheek affectionately, "Would you like to come over to my place and I'll make you something to eat."

Harry shook his head hesitantly: "Thank you very much, Mrs. Figg, I really want to go too, but..." Harry looked at the door of the house in embarrassment. "You know, I've been away for so long, and I still need to do a lot of housework..."

"Well then, my child." Mrs. Figg searched her pockets, took out a few candies and put them in Harry's hand: "Eat one when you feel bad. I'll go first, there are things to do Do it. Good-bye, little Harry!"

"Goodbye, Mrs. Figg, thank you." Harry waved his hand.Turning around, he put the candy in his pocket. These candies are weird—compared to Muggle candy, the color is very bright, but it smells like potion. It seems that his mother needs to test it .

After weeding, Harry put the tools away before returning to the house. Uncle Vernon looked at Harry worriedly: "I saw Mrs. Figg coming, what is she doing here?"

"It's nothing, just give me a few candies from the wizarding world." Harry curled his lips disdainfully: "I'll take it to my mother next week to have a look, who knows what it is, and if I eat it, there will be no accidents." Mrs. Figg is very fond of him, and he gave himself a lot of food before, but since his parents said that Mrs. Figg was here to monitor him, Harry also began to be careful. The front is still the same, acting, Harry is still very good.

This time the candy reminded Harry that the ones he ate before seemed to have the same taste.

"Harry, you said there is something wrong with eating?" Aunt Petunia picked up Harry's candy and looked at it in the palm of her hand: "I remember every time Mrs. Figg took you to eat or gave you small candies , you always go to their house the next afternoon, not knowing what to do."

"What? Why don't I remember this kind of thing?!" Harry was obviously frightened, and he walked back and forth anxiously: "Isn't that what we pretended to be discovered all these years?"

Aunt Petunia was also stunned: "Probably not, if so, I won't ask you to go there after a while."

"I can't help it, I can only go there tomorrow afternoon to see what happened..."

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The next afternoon, Harry saw Mrs. Figg standing on the lawn of his house. She usually had a warm expression on her face, but today she had a stiff face.

"Now that we're out, let's go." Seeing Harry open the door, Mrs. Figg nodded to him, then turned around and led the way.

Harry did not speak obediently, but just followed the old man into her house. In the dark room, the cat quietly walked past Harry's feet, leaving behind a trail of black shadows.I don't know why the old man doesn't like to open the curtains. The heavy curtains block the sunlight outside.

Hearing only the clatter of shoes on the ground, Harry walked through the quiet corridor, which seemed to be very long. After walking for a long time, Mrs. Figg led him to a door at the end of the corridor.

"Button." Mrs. Figg knocked softly on the door.

"Professor Dumbledore, it's me."

"come in."

Professor Dumbledore?who is thisHarry lowered his head and followed in, but his mind turned quickly. His father once said that the old professor sent him to Aunt Petunia. Could it be him?Harry squinted his eyes, and the voice sounded very old.

"Please sit down, Harry." The old man's voice was very pleasant. He waved his hand and put a glass of honey milk on the table beside Harry.Only then did Harry secretly look up at the old man. A pair of moon-shaped glasses rested on a tall nose, and under the nose was a white beard that grew to his stomach—perhaps, his blue robe covered with stars and moons was too loose up.Noticing that he was looking at him, Dumbledore gave Harry a benevolent smile.

If it wasn't for his father's reminder, I guess I would trust this old man very much now. Looking at it makes people want to believe it, Harry smacked his lips in his heart.Harry, who was sitting on the stool, put his hands on his lap very politely, and turned his eyes back to his hands.

The old man said "Well..." for a while before he spoke, "Then, Harry, allow me to introduce myself again. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Principal?" Harry replied in a low voice, looking timid: "Hi, Mr. Principal, although I don't know what Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is, I think you already know who I am..." Holding hands together quietly, Harry was a little unsure what the headmaster was going to do.

"To save time." Feeling that Dumbledore seemed to be swallowing something, he paused before continuing: "Then let's get into the topic quickly, I want to know, in the past two days, Mr. Dursley and Dursley Did Mrs. Seeley beat you up?"

Harry was taken aback, did he always ask these questions every time he saw himself? "Principal first...sir, my uncle, aunt, and the others..." The meaningful and drawn out voice was joking. At the age of 4, I started acting with the two older and the younger. Of course, all the hardships before the age of 4 were not in vain. At that time It was a real beating, Harry still lowered his head, and sneered in his heart: "They... didn't beat them severely." The implication was that there were no severe beatings, but there were still some casual beatings.

"Oh, poor Harry, don't worry, you'll be fine in half a year, and you'll be able to go to Hogwarts to study in half a year!" Dumbledore took out his sweet-smelling handkerchief and handed it to Harry. Li: "Come on, the hard days are about to pass. You have to believe that your mother loves you, and mother's love will always be the motivation to support you to live!"

I know that Mommy loves me, but please don't make it look like my Mommy is dead. "Thank you, Professor Dumbledore..." Harry carefully and quickly worked out a few things that didn't happen in his mind. Not surprisingly, Dumbledore would definitely ask again later.

But something happened that Harry didn't expect.

Dumbledore took the veil from Harry's hand, and lifted Harry's face directly. He slowly wiped the tears on Harry's face with the veil, and those strange blue eyes met Harry's green eyes. Green eyes, for a moment, Harry felt as if he was being sucked in by something.

Uncle Vernon pulled out the belt around his waist and fell heavily on his back...

Aunt Petunia's eyes were full of contempt: "It's just my strange little sister, who is also a magician. I don't know where the freak came from. It was all brought down by your father. You little bastard."

"Yo, look who this is? A little bastard with no parents? Hahaha—" Dudley stood beside his buddy, kicking himself in the stomach. "Come on, everyone, I'll be the one who gets disabled!"

wrong……

It's all fake!

My mind lit up after the darkness. In the warm reception room, the golden velvet curtains were all closed, and the sunlight came in from the outside, casting on the white fireplace opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows.A silver statue of a winged unicorn stood above the fireplace.Beside the fireplace are a few red sofa chairs and small carved tables.

"Do not!!!"

Harry suddenly covered his lightning scar, and turned over the chair in pain, even the glass of honey milk was kicked over by Harry along with the small table.

"What did you do... what did you do? Why, my head hurts so much!"

Mrs. Figg threw Harry into her arms one step ahead of Dumbledore: "I have already said that you should not use this spell on children frequently. Although it is not Legilimency, you know, it is at least Legilimency. Copy, you can't guarantee that there is no danger to children!"

"I'm sorry..." Dumbledore replied dryly, but the conversation turned to Harry again: "Harry, I want to know, where is that reception room in your mind! I think I know where it is , It's just strange why you know. Children can't lie!"

"I... I saw it in my dream..." Harry clutched his forehead, his painful expression made Mrs. Figg's eyes blush.

"Harry, stop talking, shall I take you home?" She carried Harry in her arms and walked out. "Dumbledore, don't hurt Harry anymore..."

The two disappeared behind the door. Dumbledore looked at the closed door and murmured: "I am for the great good, and I need a qualified savior...Let me think about that manor... "

Porter Manor...

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"James, Lily! Lily!"

Harry, who was sent home by Mrs. Figg, fainted from the pain. Petunia sent Mrs. Figg away indifferently, and hurriedly pulled Vernon to wake Harry up.But Harry didn't react at all except crying out in pain in his dream.Petunia was so anxious that she took out Harry's keys and candies, pulled Vernon who picked him up, and put the key in Harry's palm, hoping that this would take them to Potter Manor.

Still landing on the grassland more than 10 kilometers away from the manor, Penny called her sister and brother-in-law's names in embarrassment, but didn't know what to do.

"Harry, wake up, Auntie will take you home." Petunia touched Harry in Vernon's arms, really wishing to slap herself a few times, didn't she find that Mrs. Figg always gave him candies, didn't she not? She found that Harry would be taken away every time she finished eating, but she never expected this to happen.

The author has something to say: Brother Tao, I think these places are a bit difficult to connect, maybe the plot in my mind is a series of Σ(°△°|||)︴?