Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Herman's back was soaked with cold sweat. She was very grateful that Jelan had just put clothes on her to cover her trembling hands.

Then she felt her clothes being taken away, and a voice came from the side, as if sentencing her to death.

"Oh--"

"Why is there another one hiding here?"

Herman's body was quickly lifted up, the skin on her face began to melt, and then her true image appeared. She reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at Jeran.

Looking at the incredulous expression on the face of the idiot in front of him, Herman was still thinking about how this guy managed to survive until now? He didn't get knocked over, and shared food with those cannibalistic guys. It seems that he is doing well in the Muggle world.

Hermann lowered his head and stared at the upper of his shoe, where there seemed to be a very beautiful flower embroidered.

"You hid it well enough."

The female voice that spoke at the beginning appeared in front of her ears. Hermann raised his head and saw an elegant elderly woman slowly walking towards her. It was Vita Rosier, one of Grindelwald's most capable subordinates. There seemed to be some unclear relationship between the two.

Rozier suddenly laughed. She patted the girl in front of her on the shoulder, signaling her not to be nervous. She was quite perceptive.

She waved her hand, and the group of people who had gathered around her started to move. Each person was responsible for two Muggles (in the United States, Muggles are also called Muggles). After a few snaps, they disappeared from the spot.

"Where are they going?"

Jielan was afraid that all the people he had saved with great effort would be disposed of, "It was to an island we were used to."

"Don't worry, we are used to dealing with this kind of thing, and we have some means to prevent this matter from being exposed to the Muggles."

what--

Grindelwald said that although he felt that this guy was soft-hearted and did not fit his style, he did not agree when Dumbledore recommended him to do the job, but he did not expect that he was a capable person. He could tell at a glance that the magical creature lying on Jerran was something he had never seen before.

"What is that? How to hide it?" Hermann couldn't resist her curiosity. No matter how hard she thought, she couldn't find a reasonable way to perfectly solve this problem.

"In the western Pacific Ocean along the southeastern coast of the United States of America, from Bermuda in the north to Miami in southern Florida—"

Rozier raised his hand and pointed to the vast sea ahead. In the distance, he could see a few small islands vaguely visible.

"Bermuda!"

Jerlan screamed. When he was a little kid who knew nothing, he had heard about many strange things happening in the world. Among them, the Bermuda Triangle and the Loch Ness Monster were the things that fascinated him the most.

Later, when I entered the magical world, I never connected these two things together. Now that I think about it, only wizards can do this.

"The American lost air squadron in 1945—"

Grindelwald recalled the unpleasant memories. It was that year that Dumbledore personally imprisoned him in the tower of Nurmengard. This incident seemed to be a fuse. After all, it was too big a fuss. Those truly capable Muggle high-ranking officials should be able to sense that there seemed to be another group of people in the world.

"Okay, don't ask any more questions. You've made such a big mess, it's time to go back with us and get back to work."

Jerlan nodded obediently. It seemed like the situation had taken a turn for the better. He didn't have to go to Azkaban and could work under Grindelwald. This was something he had never dared to imagine.

"What about her?"

"It's up to you. You've been working hard lately. Put them in the Ministry of Magic and you can take a good rest for a while."

Rozier had just returned from the Himalayas in China and had just been working for a while when he received a notice from his master. He quickly organized his subordinates and rushed to the island without stopping.

Hearing these words, Rozier's heart couldn't help but tremble. Even though he knew who his master's lover was, he still unconsciously had delusions in his mind.

Watching Grindelwald suddenly disappear, she let out a light sigh.

Herman boldly approached. She knew this was an opportunity. An adult whom she had never seen before appeared before her. This was from the Rozier family.

"you--"

"Okay, I'm going back now, follow me--"

Hermann shut his mouth, and Jerran came closer, his eyes full of joy at meeting an old friend, but also a hint of wariness and inquiry.

It took Grindelwald some effort and a while to reach Europe. Finally, he arrived at a mountain in Northern Ireland. Looking at the lake, the surrounding mountains, and the large smoky woodland next to it, he realized that this was the place.

He landed on the ground, and in front of him was a ruin, covered by a layer of faint white light curtain. Then Grindelwald waved his hand, and the white light curtain dissipated, and he went in easily. Then he quickly transformed, his height shortened, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared. He turned into a young man again and appeared beside the Black Lake.

Seeing the professor suddenly appear, several little wizards who were still playing stopped their steps and greeted the newest professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Hello, professor——"

"Okay, you're all good—"

Grindelwald walked quickly into the castle and ran straight to the eighth floor. He had helped Dumbledore clean up a big mess, so he had to thank him no matter what, didn't he?

In order to find out the truth, Harry once again came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. It was obvious that this place had a new owner. The decorations were gone, the model of the Quidditch team was gone, and the mural on the wall next to it was replaced with a portrait of Dumbledore.

Harry greeted the portrait of Dumbledore, feeling something was a little strange, as this was his first time entering this teacher's office. The bright red colour scheme next to it gave it a Gryffindor vibe, and the dungeon next to it was covered by an iron lid.

Harry sat on the sofa nearby and looked at the layout of the surrounding houses. He felt that it looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"When the teacher comes, talk to him and see if we can get in and take another look."

Harry muttered to himself, organizing his words. When he heard the sound of the door opening, an unusually young face came into view. Although the face was unfamiliar, its temperament was very familiar.

"teacher!"

Harry screamed in surprise, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed very reasonable. At this moment, if Dumbledore could not take on the role, it would be very logical for Grindelwald to come here.