Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

Hector and Dumbledore appeared on the top of a mountain. He looked around and saw the blue sea not far away. The scene in front of him made Hector feel strangely familiar. He stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance. He had to admit that the weather was quite good today. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear. The sea was not covered with a thin layer of fog as usual. The vision was particularly wide. Hector looked into the distance of the sea and saw a brown, blurred line at the end of his sight.

That should be France, Hector thought to himself.

The familiar feeling in his heart emerged.

He always felt that he had been to this place.

Suddenly, some fragments appeared in Hector's mind, like scraps of paper swept out of the corner.

These fragments seemed to be glowing, and Hector could feel that the number of fragments was increasing.

First, there were light spots, and then those light spots combined to form something similar to a scroll.

The little man in Hector's mind looked in the direction of the scroll.

There was a little man on the scroll.

He tried hard to identify it, hoping to get some clues.

Not long after, as the scroll gradually improved, Hector also saw the face of the little man clearly - it was Hector himself.

No, it stands to reason that when Hector, or Li Buyan, first arrived in this world, he had gone through the memories in his mind very rigorously.

At that time, he did not find any problems with his memory.

Basically, the original owner had a general impression of all the things that happened before.

But the problem is that the little man on the scroll in front of him is definitely Hector himself, and he is very sure that this thing will definitely not happen in the future - that little Hector is much shorter than he is now, and his figure is also much thinner, which is in line with Hector's impression of himself in the past in his current memory.

Since this is a memory, why does Hector have no impression of what happened on the scroll? He thought hard, and the memory scroll in front of him has basically taken shape, and the light spots floating in the air are almost all condensed on the scroll.

It seems that this memory has been restored. Hector first glanced at Dumbledore, who was looking at the English Channel in the distance. The sharp Dumbledore noticed Hector's gaze and explained with a smile,

"We are going to Paris, but Apparition can only be done in the UK. The Ministry of Magic has strictly prohibited Apparition from going across borders, so we need to use a Portkey."

Dumbledore continued to look around and complained quietly.

"I asked Mundungus to apply for the portkey in advance, why hasn't he come yet? This person is really unreliable."

Dumbledore noticed that Hector was listening with his ears perked up. He quickly stopped complaining and leaned over to say to Hector,

"You may have to wait a while, Hector. Sorry, maybe he has something important to do - you can take a look at the scenery. This is the town of Dover. The weather is very good today. You should be able to see France directly."

Hector nodded, but he did not appreciate the scenery like Dumbledore.

Now he had enough free time to look at the memory in his mind that had been almost repaired.

Hector in his mind walked to the front of the scroll.

He started from the beginning and reviewed this memory, which he had no impression of at all.

Unfortunately, this memory became extremely vague after the repair.

It is impossible to get the place where the memory occurred and the general process of the event.

The picture in the memory was in an extreme darkness for a long time - even the sound became difficult to distinguish.

However, Hector still found some interesting things from this seemingly nonsensical memory.

First of all, Hector saw some interesting things from most of this memory.

He felt fear in the memory of being in darkness all the time.

He tried to feel this fear, but his body responded with an extremely violent reaction - his heartbeat quickened, his breathing became unconsciously rapid, his hair stood on end, and a feeling of suffocation came over him.

In addition to these reactions, Hector's mind involuntarily emerged with an environment so quiet that even the sound of breathing was particularly crisp.

Hector also discovered that the darkness in his memory was not pure, and a faint but precious light appeared at the end of his sight.

This light became stronger and stronger as the memory progressed.

When the light completely enveloped Hector, the memory stopped, and the next picture was the familiar blue ocean, which was almost the same as the one in front of him now..

Hector soon discovered that darkness was not the only factor causing fear - in the endless darkness, there were wild beasts lurking, and there were more than one.

Those wild beasts sometimes acted alone, and sometimes hunted in groups.

In the memories modified by the original owner, these monsters had extremely strong insight.

They could always spot his figure from a long distance, and then rush towards him.

Their roars were small at first.

Then they quickly became louder and closer.

Those wild beasts enjoyed the hunting process, which could be heard from the arrogant roars.

When Hector reviewed this memory, he could still clearly feel the fear in his heart at the time.

Those wild beasts were huge, and from their eyes outward It emitted a bright and fierce light.

Their speed was frightening.

Hector wanted to escape, but it was in vain.

He was soon caught up by the beast.

The beast's footsteps were particularly harsh and heavy, and even the darkness around them was trembling.

His legs were so weak that he suddenly fell to the ground uncontrollably.

But the beast seemed to be teasing him.

It did not devour Hector directly, but ran past Hector.

After Hector caught his breath, it started a new round of chase.

In addition, Hector remembered a name-Al, but Hector thought that this was not a name, but more like a nickname. As for the name Al, Hector extracted it from a sentence in his mind.

""Run, Al! Run!"

Then there were laughter, screams, and roars mixed together, and the noisy sounds lingered in his mind.

Hector shook his head and pressed his temples hard. This memory that was refilled into his brain made him a little groggy. He could only empty his mind and let his brain store this memory by itself, waiting to continue reviewing it in the future.

Hector has begun to feel the fun of this trip to France. He has gained so much just by seeing the land of France. Even if he gets nothing from Nicolas Flamel, Hector thinks this trip is worth it. Hector must have been too absorbed in his thoughts and didn't notice Dumbledore standing next to him.

"Al, I haven't heard this name for a long time,"

Dumbledore came over and looked at him with a smile on his face. Hector looked at him as if he was recalling something.

"Aberforth told you, no one has called me that for a long time."

After hearing what Dumbledore said, his face was full of confusion. Dumbledore is Al? Could he be the Al that the original owner was talking about?

Hector fell into deep thought again. He was not sure whether his shabby memories edited by his brain had anything to do with Dumbledore. This matter was very important. Hector frowned, and it was obvious that he was thinking hard.

If the Al he called was Dumbledore, then things would be serious.

In Hector's most profound memory of their first meeting, Dumbledore's series of facial expressions from confusion, to surprise, to joy, and then to satisfaction were all acted out.

He then thought about the horror of this possibility - Dumbledore, who had been with the original owner for so long, could not have failed to discover that Hector was...

Fake, if that's the case, then why did he do all this, Aberforth? Hector really didn't dare to think too deeply about this, he tried to think from another angle - if the assumptions just now were all correct, then why did Dumbledore take the initiative to mention the name Al? He could pretend that he couldn't hear it, and then continue according to the original plan.

If that's the case, then who exactly does Al refer to?

Hector felt that his mind was a mess, he was doubting everything now, even the look he gave Dumbledore was a little wary. He put his hands into his pockets as naturally as possible, and clenched his wand tightly.

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't seem to notice Hector's little action, he squinted his eyes, immersed in his own memories and muttered to himself,

"My mother liked to call me that when I was little, and Ariana often called me that, too.���I never liked the name of brother, even Albus she rarely used it - Al, that's what she called me."

Dumbledore quickly recovered from his memories, and Hector also forced a stiff smile.

"What's wrong, Hector? Haven't you adapted to the follower phantom yet?"

Dumbledore made an excuse for Hector's unnatural behavior, and Hector nodded. At this time, a fat man suddenly appeared in the air not far away. The fat man was wearing a tattered coat and had dirty and messy ginger hair on his head. The man was not tall and looked sloppy. He had one hand in his arms and the other hand holding a patched hat.

Hector subconsciously took out his wand. He reacted quickly, but Dumbledore was not far behind and took the lead to stand in front of Hector.

"Relax, Hector, this is Mundungus, he is the one we have been waiting for.

Dumbledore nodded to Hector, and then said to the short and fat man named Mundungus in front of him,

"You too, Mundungus, put down your wand, no one is going to do anything to you."

Mundungus squinted his swollen and bloodshot eyes and looked at Hector behind Dumbledore. After discovering that Hector was a child, he put his hand holding the wand back into his pocket.

"Sorry, I'm late, Dumbledore."Mundungus kept a certain distance from them, his hand still on his wand, he put the broken hat on the ground, stepped back two steps, and then explained,

"There is a big business to discuss. Recently, there are always a lot of crucibles falling from flying brooms. The price is reasonable and the quantity is large. If you handle it properly, you can make a lot of money."

When mentioning this, Mundungus showed a smug smile on his face. He looked at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore nodded at him. Seeing that Dumbledore did not express any intention, the short and fat man quickly left the place with Apparition in a huff - he did not even come over to say hello to Hector.

"Well, Hector, you finally delivered the portkey, didn't you?"

Dumbledore's words revealed a hint of helplessness, but his face was always smiling gently.

"Very quick reaction, Hector. If Frius knew your performance, he would be proud of you."

Dumbledore cast a spell on the hat, and then motioned Hector to hold the edge of the hat with him.

The moment Hector put his hand on the brim of the hat, everything in front of him began to spin violently. This feeling was more exciting than any time before. The whistling wind made him close his eyes subconsciously. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar Eiffel Tower in front of him.

Finally arrived in Paris, Hector thought to himself.