Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

It turns out that Hector's choice was wise. Last time, the dosage of the magic enhancer was very small, so he didn't feel anything. This time, he used up all the magic enhancers at once. I have to say that compared with the last time, the feeling is indeed different.

The thick black liquid flowed down Hector's throat. At first, it felt cold, but it didn't take long for the cold feeling to disappear, replaced by scorching heat. Hector could feel that the scalding liquid was spreading through his blood and gradually spreading to various parts of his body.

The heat flow burst out from the upper side of his lower abdomen, but it gave Hector a warm feeling at first. The heat flow slowly spread to Hector's heart, and it also suddenly changed from the previous moderate temperature to extremely hot. Hector felt as if his body was ignited from the inside. He bent down, curled up his body, and endured the discomfort brought by the heat flow as much as possible.

When the heat flow knocked on the door of his heart, Hector felt that his violently beating heart suddenly stopped. In just one beat, the muscles all over his body immediately tensed up as if they had received some instructions. Hector, whose limbs were stiff, lost his balance. Fortunately, Dumbledore supported him and he did not fall.

The heart soon continued to beat, and its pulsation became stronger.

Hector could even hear its powerful frequency in his ears.

The blood pumped out of the heart suddenly became hot, and those powerful guys quickly spread throughout the body along the blood vessels.

Dumbledore could see the veins on Hector's exposed skin, and his skin was pink as if it had been scalded by hot water.

Hector's body was still stiff.

He tried to control his limbs, but his limbs were tense and his muscles were stiff.

Even if he exerted a little extra force, his body would send out a warning of cramps.

The tight feeling did not last long, and severe chest pain accompanied by a feeling of dizziness soon came.

Dumbledore helped Hector to lie down on the bed.

Hector's muscles all over his body had gone from tight to loose, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

Hector couldn't speak, he couldn't even breathe - it was as if a big hand was strangling his throat.

Hector heard his breathing was intermittent.

He hoped that Dumbledore could do something, but his grandfather Albus just stood by the bed with a wand.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and everything in front of him slowly began to become unreal in his eyes.

Was what he felt just now really the feeling of heartbeat? Hector couldn't tell, and the chest pain was no longer so obvious.

He fell into the endless darkness again.

The light faded little by little, from a beam to a crack, and then to an insignificant point.

Finally, the darkness completely enveloped him.

After an unknown amount of time, Hector felt a beam of light shooting into his eyes.

I hope it's not to check my pupils, Hector thought so, and he tried to open his eyes.

To his surprise, this was not as difficult as he imagined.

But Hector soon realized that he was in a dream.

Shouldn't he be dead? Hector thought so, his body was floating in the air, but Hector could feel his limbs, not the feeling of nothingness.

The light screen not far in front of him was playing the drama that Hector had seen before - Department of Mysteries. The story line was earlier than last time. Now Harry and the others were holding their wands and shuttling between rows of display racks with crystal memory balls.

In the team were Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and a witch with blonde hair and a necklace made of beer corks hanging on her chest. She looked very weird and elf-like. The grown-up Hector was not in the queue, which might be a very important information.

Then they were caught by the Death Eaters. Neville performed well, but Harry was not bad either. The wrist-thick disarming spell caused a lot of trouble for Bella and Lucius. But this still could not change their fate of being captured, but they could hold on a little longer.

Hector was very familiar with the story after that. He widened his eyes, looking forward to what the fate of Sirius would be.

""Well done, James!" Sirius shouted to Harry, who was fighting alongside him. His excitement burst out from his words. At this moment, Sirius was full of vigor and vitality, as if he had returned to his youth. The youthful spirit that should have been worn out by Azkaban burst out from his bones again. Sirius rushed forward and punched the disarmed Lucius in the face.

Here it comes, here it comes, Hector stared at the light screen, and the next one should be Bella - where is Bella?

Hector searched the screen quickly, and then found the one fighting with Bella in the corner.

Himself.

Bella's eyes were filled with rage and strong confusion.

This little Dumbledore had been pestering him from the beginning.

Bella couldn't suppress him, and little Dumbledore was like a loach.

Bella had thought about finding help, but as soon as the help arrived, Hector would immediately distance himself.

As soon as the help left, Hector came up to her like a follower.

Bella tried to use some techniques, and then she found that the little Dumbledore in front of her was not very proficient in Transfiguration and basic spells.

He couldn't be beaten, couldn't dodge, and couldn't run away. It was no wonder that Bella was so annoyed.

"Hector, do you need help?"It was Harry's voice, and Hector immediately responded loudly.

"No, Harry! Don't come over here!"

Harry nodded, because it was obvious to the naked eye that Bella had changed from actively attacking to passively coping. If Hector were to evaluate himself when he grew up, as of now, he didn't seem to have mastered many more spells than he does now. He just used these spells more handy, and the way of matching also made Hector, who was watching the battle, gain something.

Simple spells, high-end matching, unexpected effects.

Bella still escaped because Voldemort took action. That boiled egg really didn't have any gentlemanly manners, and didn't say hello - unless Avada Kedavra could be considered a way of saying hello. Hector used his wand to pick up two door panels one after another, and then quickly threw out a mouse. The figure of the mouse grew larger in the air, and it just blocked it. Hector cast the killing curse that broke two door panels in succession.

Albus Dumbledore arrived at the same time as Voldemort, and Hector helped him to take the initiative. This time, Dumbledore did not defend, but launched a fierce attack.

The story should end here. Hector saw his grown-up self giving a thumbs up, then raised his wand and participated in the encirclement and suppression of Voldemort.

The light curtain gradually faded, and Hector felt his body being lifted up by a force. The force lifted him up and flew upwards. Hector saw a spot of light, then a crack of light, and finally beams of light. His eyes gradually adapted to the increasingly strong light - Dumbledore's white-haired figure appeared in front of him again.

"You look fine," Dumbledore said, holding a cup of hot pumpkin juice in his hand. He looked at Hector with a smile.

"Don't worry, you didn't oversleep. It's the afternoon of the next day, but there's still time, Hector, you woke up earlier than I expected. Come down and stretch your body, you can use a few magic to feel it."