Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Neville's hands were shaking at first, Seamus patted his shoulder, and feeling the comfort from the man next to him, Neville calmed down. He glanced at Harry furtively and made up his mind to be closer to his role model. It was just that there were some mistakes at that moment, and their group's performance was considered above average. Snape only picked out one fault of Neville, deducted two points from him, and left unwillingly.

Neville couldn't suppress the smile on his round face. No one knew how many times he had read the school textbooks and how skilled he was in the preparation of this kind of potion. Only then could he prepare it step by step under Snape's pressure.

"Sure you can—"

Seamus came closer, ready to be scolded by Snape.

Neville smiled shyly.

Ron turned his head and looked at Harry's group who had gone to bed early. At this moment, only half an hour had passed and most of the people were busy sweating in front of the crucible, but these two people were huddled together, reading a book together, fiddling with something.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and hand me the one you have cut."

Hermione poked Ron's waist and said, "Harry was clearly sleeping just now. No, he was clearly distracted. Why didn't he even look at the blackboard - just -" Ron knew something was wrong when he asked this question.

Why did he compare his situation with someone like Harry who had a bug? Hermione rolled her eyes. Was there ever a day when Harry wasn't like this during class?

Even if he didn't listen, Harry could still complete the task perfectly when called by the teacher.

"Classes will start soon this afternoon," Harry lowered his voice to the minimum, "Can you still go into that place?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then looked Harry over, seeing that he had goose bumps all over his body, and then hugged his chest with his arms, "What are you going to do--"

"I need to borrow some of your hair. One hair can go in about three times."

Harry covered his head with tears in his eyes, which was almost pulled bald. That annoying Dudley just started pulling his hair as much as he could, resulting in a patch of scalp on the top of his head. He was now bald, and even the hair growth shampoo invented by his ancestors didn't work. Now Harry was also pulling his hair away.

"Don't be so disgusted." Seeing the disgust on Harry's face, Harry smiled one of the few times in recent days. "Let's talk about serious matters. Bai You escaped, and he must not be doing anything good. Has Dumbledore thought about what to do?"

Harry stroked his chin. He had been almost oblivious to what was happening outside these days, but this might not be the case anymore.

"I must find out what caused Sirius' death!"

"But didn't Dumbledore bring back a bead? You could put that in an envelope, too."

Harry nodded. This was the only way now. What was the purpose of the man behind this? He wanted to kill them but not let them die. He also sent him such a thing. He touched the envelope hidden in his sleeve and felt a little comforted. Maybe one day they could meet again.

10 Downing Street.

Jerran has been very successful recently. In the Muggle world, after the Prime Minister conducted a clean background check on him, he confirmed that he was harmless and assigned him to do some confidential tasks. At the same time, before he was secretly sent to the United States, he visited the Nott family's castle.

He stood behind Grindelwald and followed his men to seize some of the Nott family's assets one by one. Seeing the old man's fear and heartache, he felt really refreshed. Going to Hodmog Village to look for Dumbledore that day was truly the most correct decision he had ever made in his life.

This is Grindelwald. Dumbledore trusted him very much and pushed him to Grindelwald. Of course, they also went to Malfoy's manor in the end and saw the leisurely and elegant white peacock. Then they put several big boxes to Lucius. This was the first time he saw these big figures, but these big figures seemed so servile in front of bigger figures.

Jerlan seemed to have tasted the power. He began to imagine that one day he would trample all those who had bullied him under his feet, and then come to Herman.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ella sat next to him. On the small table in front of him was a cup of tea and a piece of cake on a porcelain plate. Looking at Ella's beautiful and gentle face, Jie Lan seemed to see an old friend. He was in a trance for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm not thinking about anything. I just lament that technology is developing too fast now."

Yes, it’s technology.

They were sitting in an airplane at the moment, their seats were close to each other, Ella was leaning against the window, and he could see the blue sky outside and the clouds on the same level as them through the small window.

What was possible only for the most powerful wizards in their world could be done, but now Muggles, with the so-called power, can make all non-magic people fly into the sky, and some people can even fly to the moon.

He remembered a document he had seen a few days ago. Some departments in the UK were carrying out a plan to work with other European countries to launch a European space agency. At this point, the United States had already sent their astronauts to the moon in 1969.

Can any wizard do this?

The more he understands the Muggle world, the more defensive Jerry becomes against them. How does he do that?

“Oh, is that so?”

Hermann looked at the old classmate next to her who was obviously lying. During the time they had spent together, she probably had figured out who the person underneath his skin was. As the most familiar friend of the opposite sex in her youth, she once had a vague affection for him. She could even tell some clues from any of his little movements, such as the slightly frowned brows and slightly raised toes when he lied.

Whose support is this?

Hermann picked up the teacup on the table next to him and took a sip of the tea. It tasted very mellow, slightly astringent at first but quite sweet in the aftertaste. It must be a good kind of tea.

But she is a little afraid of heights now. After getting away from the ground, she felt uneasy and uneasy. She always felt that something was going to happen. How could it be so smooth? She wanted to go to the United States with Jie Lan, and her father, who was usually reluctant to let her go, happily let her go.

She encountered no obstacles during the application process. The Muggle Prime Minister seemed to trust Jeran very much, but he knew that this guy had a simple mind and was not very careful in his actions. For someone who could get to such a position, would this trust be given too easily?

Could it be that the Muggle's life-saving grace is so powerful?

But she soon proved her guess. The screams beside her, the smoke coming out of the plane wing outside the window, and the degree to which her body tilted all pointed to one fact: the Muggle Prime Minister was indeed a ruthless person.