Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Hey~ Look who this is?" Several big men came over with magic wands in their hands, "Tarantela Dance~"

A beam of light flew from mid-air and hit the young man's leg directly. Jielan (which means calm) stood up with a somersault and cast a powerful spell on the ground, stirring up dust all over the sky.

"This is what a person who graduated from Hogwarts has become—"

"You!" Jie Lan raised his head suddenly, glared at him, and clenched his fists. At this moment, only physical collision could really relieve his anger.

"You!" The big man said this, and some people around him glared at him. The big man smiled awkwardly. There were many students who graduated from Hogwarts in Knockturn Alley, and most of them were of Muggle origin. In this world where bloodline, family, and bloodline are the most important, and interpersonal relationships are the most important, if they don't have outstanding abilities, they can't find a better job.

The Wizarding Secrecy Statute prevents them from legally using magic in the Muggle world to make a profit for themselves. However, after having been in the wizarding world for so long, they have long since failed to adapt to Muggle life. They do not even have the most basic college or high school diploma, and their academic qualifications are not recognized. Most positions in the wizarding world are filled to the limit, so some of them have ended up in Knockturn Alley.

Jielan is one of them.

Although Jerlan came here, he did not associate with the dark wizards. Instead, he wandered in the gray world and did some things that were conscientious but not many.

However, his behavior seemed somewhat out of place for a wizard immersed in darkness.

Some people scolded him for being aloof. He had come here and done things that could not be talked about openly, but he still held back his energy and could not lower himself.

The big man came from a wizard academy in another country and had heard of the name of Hogwarts for a long time, but he never expected that someone from such a famous school would end up in the same situation as him. Not to mention gloating, there was more contempt.

The owner of the shop next door took advantage of the stalemate between the two parties and carefully slipped over to them and picked up the items in his shop.

A person who is so timid and cowardly would not survive long in this alley, but is it really like this? Are the people here really so timid and cowardly?

That depends on who he is facing.

The shop owner bent down and carefully came to the center of the crowd. In the center was a tall witch with a beautiful face, a hot body, and a waterfall of red hair draped over her shoulders.

"Sir," the shopkeeper squatted down, carefully approached the woman's feet, and pointed at the parchment map under her feet.

The woman lifted her foot, stepped on the shop owner's shoulder, and wiped the soles of her shoes with his shirt. The shop owner breathed a sigh of relief and was very happy, because it meant that the adult agreed.

He stretched out his hand and placed it on the paper. Just as he was about to pick it up, the woman's heel stepped on his hand, pressed down with a little more force, and twisted it hard.

The shop owner's face suddenly turned red, and his eyes were filled with astonishing hatred. This bitch! Really - the shop owner didn't know how he raised his head. He looked into those black eyes and felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Then he felt dizzy and fell heavily into the shop he opened like a kite with a broken string, and the other half of the wall collapsed.

The scattered stones hit the owner, and gradually his figure could no longer be seen. Scarlet blood oozed from the soil, and the surroundings suddenly became silent, and no one dared to say a word.

Jerran gave her a disapproving look and was just about to raise his wand to rescue the shopkeeper, even though he wasn't a very nice person, but he acquiesced that he was just lying there to rest and ignored the customers who were driven away because of him.

"Herman!"

"What are you yelling about?" The woman walked gracefully to Jie Lan, "Do you agree with what our master said?"

Jielan shook his head vigorously. No matter how difficult his life was, he would never help them to buy and sell Muggle children for experiments. "Stop it. Not only is it against the law, but will your conscience be at ease when you see them struggling?"

He felt very sorry for this once kind and gentle girl. He had once developed a crush on her when they were studying together at Hogwarts, but due to the cruel reality after graduation, the two of them never ended up together.

"Why would I feel uneasy? Only gold Galleons are the hard truth. Since I can't improve my strength, why not save more money?" Hermann shook his head regretfully. Why did this smart man in the past become so inflexible?

She shook her head regretfully, turned her back, waved her fingers lightly, and raised her red lips slightly, "Clean it up."

The group of people who were picking up things and trying to get benefits just now, upon hearing the order, immediately puffed out their chests and surrounded the young man in the middle. Seeing that another fight was about to happen, the surrounding shops closed their doors one after another and people on the street walked away quickly.

Jie Lan sighed, without any fear on his dirty face. A strange-looking lizard with a small wing on its back crawled out from his sleeve.

"It's up to you, little brother." Jie Lan scratched the lizard's tail. It hit Jie Lan's hand impatiently, and a red mark immediately appeared on his hand.

"Hiss—the little guy is really strong."

Jielan's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the spells flying around fell into vain.

"Where is the anti-Apparition spell? Who is responsible for it?" The leading man shouted loudly, "I--" A short man raised his hand tremblingly. He had short and sparse hair, eyes as big as two green beans, a wide mouth, and thick cheeks. Unlike the normal proportions of other people, he looked like a humanoid mouse.

"You? Who are you?"

"He, he doesn't know yet?" Someone nearby laughed and said, "It's the guy who has been a rat for more than ten years."

Some people around couldn't help laughing. Peter lowered his head, and in his heart he had already cut the person who spoke into pieces, "It's this lowly person who didn't even get into Hogwarts—"

Peter felt himself flying out again and landed heavily on the dirty street, leaving a white trail.

The sky gradually darkened, orange clouds hid below the horizon, the moon rose from the east, the bright moonlight sprinkled on Peter's face, he raised his head, staring at the sky, the full moon, the Whomping Willow - Lupin should transform again now, no one knew how mixed his feelings were, someone pulled him out of Azkaban and asked him to follow and do things.

He could only be grateful.

The surroundings became quiet, and the noisy laughter just now disappeared in an instant. The woman stretched out her hand and looked at Peter on the ground with a complicated expression. This man was not easy to offend. The Muggles who blew up that street had such ability and ruthlessness. He was a good helper.