Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Wizards have long been in a superior position, and the hierarchical differentiation formed mostly comes from their own reality, which is different from the way Muggles advance.

Jie Lan leaned on the soft cushion and looked at the luxurious ward around him, the low-key and luxurious decoration, the valuable furniture, and the chef who was busy working in the innermost part. This was the top VIP service and the thanks from the Prime Minister.

He was bored and opened his injured part, which looked extremely horrible. Although it was wrapped with white gauze, blood still kept flowing out and soaked the gauze. No healing medicine worked. The Muggle Prime Minister was very angry about this and scolded the attending doctor.

Jie Lan was somewhat helpless, as the magic he cast was far beyond his normal level, so he could not decipher it now. He could only rely on the passage of time to offset the maintenance of the magic power.

He listened carefully and found that the surroundings were very quiet without any sound. He took out an ear-shaped receiver from under his pillow with some boredom. This was mailed to him by Dumbledore and sponsored by the Veles brothers. It could be used to listen to conversations in other rooms. In order to facilitate his work, Dumbledore cast an invisibility spell on it, and only people with magic power could see him.

He put the receiver to his ear and heard some tiny sounds, as if two people were having a conversation. One of the voices sounded very familiar, rough and a little heroic.

It was with his governing philosophy and performance style that the Muggle Prime Minister won the favor of the Queen and the people of England.

What are they discussing?

Jerlan secretly cast a loud voice and placed a Muggle-Repelling Charm on the periphery. In a corner of the room, the screen of an instrument flashed slightly, and then snowflakes appeared one after another. It was obvious that due to the interference of the magical magnetic field, the instrument could not be used.

The chef helping in the kitchen at the back chopped a tomato with a knife, then dropped it heavily on the chopping board. He seemed to have forgotten something, and walked out staggeringly with his fat body, his forehead covered with sweat, and the collar that drooped beside his neck dyed the white gray with a hint of yellow.

"I'm sorry, sir," Jerlan realized that there was another person in the room. He quickly stuffed his ears into his quilt. The chef obviously didn't care about that. He hurriedly said hello and ran out.

Jie Lan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling ashamed of his carelessness, and then he immediately put the receiver to his ear.

The conversation between the two people inside came from the receiver.

"How is his condition? Are the wounds fake? Do the wounds match those caused by a shell explosion? Have you found any connection between him and Scotland?"

From this series of questions, Jie Lan determined that the topic of the conversation between the two was him. What! He felt cold in his heart. He originally thought that he had already broken into their small group, but he didn't expect that they would even investigate the cause of his injury in detail. They even suspected that he had directed and acted this out himself.

Fortunately, the conversation was on his side.

"The doctor confirmed that this was undoubtedly a wound caused by a shell explosion. The wound is still bleeding. His resume is very clean and all traces can be traced. There is no suspicious sign at all."

After a long silence, the answering voice sounded again, "He was indeed the only one outside the door that day. We are still not very clear about the mysterious methods of the wizard, but we cannot hurt our brothers in the trench for inexplicable reasons."

That voice cleared Jaylan’s identity.

How did he find out? Jerlan thought about it carefully. This question confused him very much. The door was clearly closed that day, and any electronic device would malfunction around him. This was the protection magic given to him by Dumbledore.

It wasn't until it got dark and the Muggle-Repelling Charm wore off that the chef came back, followed by a doctor in a white coat. The doctor was holding a wooden board with various slips of paper stacked on it, and various pens were pinned on the board.

Pen……

Yes, it’s a pen!

Jielan stiffly accepted the doctor's various examinations and recalled the scene of that day. The reason why he was able to hear that conversation was because the pen accidentally rolled to the ground. In a quiet environment, the collision between the hard pen and the marble slab should be particularly obvious. However, the two people seemed to be unaware of such a confidential matter and instead indulged him to get close...

Jie Lan was sweating all over. The doctor who was looking after his physical condition began to frantically press the red button next to the bed. Soon, many doctors and nurses rushed in from the door. Looking at the anxious expressions on the faces of the people around him, he looked at his arm. Due to his unstable state of mind, the magic on it became more creepy, and blood was suddenly everywhere.

hiss--

Jie Lan faked a smile, trying to take the matter lightly. He didn't want to drink all kinds of potions from Muggles anymore. Although they were not very bitter, they were not sugar water either???

Unfortunately, he eventually succumbed to the doctors' anxiety. They had never seen such a condition before, and all the medical knowledge seemed fake when applied to him. None of it was the same.

Among the crowd, a man lowered his head and looked down at the traces around him. He had just seen the chef, who inexplicably left his work, said he had something very urgent, and left. Was that right?

And the equipment just now failed. Chef? Equipment? Failure?

Dumbledore closed the envelope in his hand and sighed heavily. At this moment, only sweet candies could soothe his anxious heart. There was nothing more troublesome in the world than this. He asked Grindelwald to speed up the process. It seemed that Harry did not have much time to grow up.

In the Gryffindor dormitory, Harry was now lying on the bed. He had entered the Gryffindor space, where he was going to make up for the courses he had missed in the past. Apparently there were a lot of them, and the course schedule was also very full.

Harley was wearing a black long skirt with half lace on her arms and a bright red silk ribbon tied around her waist with a big bow tied at the end. The rest of the ribbon hung down the back of the skirt, making her look very elegant.

Her long black hair was tied up with a bun and secured with a silver hairpin with long tassels hanging from the end. She was dressed in a style that was neither Western nor Chinese, but unique, and made her look particularly lively and playful.

She was lazily leaning against the pillar at this moment. Harry was sitting on a stool with a man-high book in front of him. Gryffindor was holding a long list in his hand, which was covered with many small words.

Harry had a gloomy look on his face. He pressed his face against the table, his arms hanging down almost to the ground, and he looked extremely depressed.