Harry Potter Reborn

Look at the triangles, vertical lines, and circles on the surface of the inlaid gemstone on the ring.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Harry's lips.

It was considered by Marvolo Gaunt to be the coat of arms of the Peverell family, and he arrogantly believed that it was the best proof that he was of noble birth and was a pure-blood wizard.

Of course this is not the case.

This mark represents the oldest and most mysterious legend in the wizarding world - the Deathly Hallows.

Poor Voldemort didn't believe in the Deathly Hallows at all, nor did he pursue the Deathly Hallows. He didn't even know that the Resurrection Stone in the Deathly Hallows was in his hands.

He simply thought it was a symbol of his family, and even made it into a Horcrux, randomly throwing it in this dilapidated house.

It's really ridiculous.

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Harry easily broke the curse placed on the ring by Voldemort.

These curses were cast by Voldemort when he was sixteen, and their magical powers were so insignificant compared to Harry's.

If Dumbledore hadn't been so excited when facing the Resurrection Stone, due to self-blame for his sister, and hurriedly put on the ring to use the Resurrection Stone to resurrect his sister, he would not have been affected by Voldemort's immature black magic.

hurt.

Harry wouldn't make that mistake.

After the poisonous spell above was broken, Harry killed Voldemort's hidden soul without saying a word.

No one thinks that Harry is still talking nonsense with Voldemort for a long time, right?

How is it possible? Harry is not a talkative protagonist.

At this point, all of Voldemort's Horcruxes were destroyed, leaving only a broken soul that was condensed into a ball by Harry.

Harry touched the ugly ring, and the metal shell turned into powder and scattered, leaving only a dark, shining black gemstone in the air.

Harry took the Resurrection Stone and immediately turned it three times in his hand.

Without hesitation he said: "Artoria Pendragon."

The room suddenly became dark, and it seemed that all the light was absorbed by the black gem in Harry's hand.

Fluorescent flashing seems to have no effect.

Black gemstones emit a light that is darker than pure darkness.

After a long time, the resurrection stone returned to its original shape.

The room became bright again.

But nothing happened.

Harry continued: "King Arthur."

Darkness falls again.

A figure appeared in front of Harry.

It was an old man wearing knight armor, holding a broken long sword.

His eyes were dull and his voice was hollow: "You are my mas..."

Before he finished speaking, Harry said angrily: "No! Get out!"

The old man who once stood at the top of the Muggle world turned into black mist and disappeared.

"Peter Wormtail."

"Argus Filch."

Harry summoned these two unlucky guys one after another.

But they are also like walking zombies, without consciousness or thinking, and will only follow Harry's orders.

Then it was also destroyed by Harry.

Harry looked at the Resurrection Stone in disgust: "That's it? That's it?"

The majestic Deathly Hallows, a thing that claims to be able to control life and death, has this little effect?

Why resuscitate a bunch of dead zombies? Turn on the Earth's Resident Evil mode?

"The summoned ones are no different from dead objects, they lack souls." Harry thought.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he thought of something.

What will happen if you summon someone who is dead but whose soul still exists?

Harry turned the Resurrection Stone three times again and said: "Helena Ravenclaw."

The Resurrection Stone becomes darker.

A transparent figure suddenly appeared. She was unsteady and fell into Harry's arms.

"Harry?" Helena looked around blankly.

Some are wondering why they are here.

"What are you doing?" Harry looked at the kitchen knife in Helena's hand.

Helena said: "I am learning to cook at New Oriental. During last year's Christmas vacation, the time was too short. I still have many skills that I have not learned. I plan to learn them all during this summer vacation."

Helena waved the big kitchen knife with cold light in her hand and said happily.

Harry responded casually: "Okay."

In my mind, I was thinking about the Resurrection Stone: the dead people resurrected by the Resurrection Stone are all soulless corpses, but the ghosts in this world can be directly summoned, and they still have the same ability to think of their own.

Why can't the souls of dead people reach here?

Harry thought again that the resurrected people obeyed his orders, but what about the ghosts?

Harry called out affectionately: "Helena..."

"What's wrong, Harry?" Helena felt guilty as she watched Harry approach her with a smile.

"Kiss me." Harry said shyly.

"What did you say..." Helena was about to shout in surprise, but suddenly her eyes became blurred, then she put her arms around Harry's neck and kissed him.

Harry felt like he was drinking an ice-cold Sprite.

After a long time, Helena escaped from this control.

She glanced doubtfully at Harry, who was almost face to face with her, and then recalled what had just happened.

"Ah..." she screamed shyly and left Harry's side.

"You...what did you do to me?" Helena trembled.

Harry said innocently: "You must have done something to me. I really didn't expect that you would be so crazy about me after being separated for so long."

"The devil is crazy about you." Helena said shyly and angrily.

Harry said: "Yes, aren't you a female ghost?"

Helena: "..."

"Yeah!" Helena suddenly said anxiously: "Send me back quickly, I'm still steaming fish head with chopped peppers in the pot."

Harry said: "Okay."

"But wait, I still have something to verify."

"What?" Helena blinked and realized that Harry was very serious.

Harry pressed Helena against his chest, pressed his palms on the two round breasts, rubbed them gently, and tasted them carefully while closing his eyes, as if he was studying some important issue.

"Harry...ah...you...don't..." Helena moaned.

Harry looked serious and concluded: "Nagini's seems to be bigger."

"You...why are you like this...I want to tell Hermione, Zhang Qiu and the others..." Helena cried softly.

"And who is Nagini?" Helena asked, staring at Harry.

"I'll talk to you later." Harry hugged Helena, and Helena tried to break free to no avail.

Then they Apparated and the two disappeared.

Nagini on the ground was bored and crawling around where Harry had just stood.

After a while, Harry came back.

Harry looked at the Resurrection Stone with a little disappointment.

Although the Resurrection Stone also had an effect on ghosts, which was beyond Harry's expectation, it seemed to be of no use.

Apart from making the shy Helena take the initiative, there really isn't much else to it.

Harry put the Resurrection Stone into his pocket.

He waved to Nagini: "Come here."

Nagini's four to five meter long body suddenly shrunk and turned into a small black snake. It crawled onto Harry's palm and then climbed onto Harry's red ring that controlled the basilisk. It circled around and turned into a snake on the ring.

of a black snake pattern.

Afterwards, Harry walked out of Gaunt's old house.

Flames rose up behind him, and in an instant, the ruined old house was swallowed up into dregs and completely disappeared from the world.

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The Leaky Cauldron.

The seventh floor.

A luxurious and spacious bedroom.

A girl in the darkness said softly: "Harry, where have you been these two days?"

"I went to Voldemort's home. Now that all of Voldemort's souls have been wiped out, he will never be able to run around again." Harry yawned.

"Yeah." Zhang Qiu said gently. Even when she heard Voldemort's name, she had no big reaction.

"But I still have a question to ask you."

"Say." Harry said absently.

Zhang Qiu gritted his teeth and said, "Why did you apparate directly into my room? Or did you get under my quilt?"

"And why do you keep moving your hands on my chest!"

"Yeah." Harry was a little embarrassed: "I thought this was my room. You were going to attack me at night after taking a bath."

"It turns out I made a mistake. I'm really sorry..."

"Get out of here!" Zhang Qiu was angry, like a real little lion.

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