Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The man kneeling below was obviously excited, as if he had received a great honor.

"There are two more, you——"

“No, no,” the man yawned, “I threw one away because it was incomplete and ugly, and I didn’t like the color of the other one.”

"Do you need me to help you deal with it?" the blond man asked respectfully.

"Leave the blue one, or he'll cry. The brown one doesn't look good, so you can deal with it as you like."

"it is good."

The blond man kowtowed three times, stood up, bent over, took two steps back, then turned around and left the magnificent palace.

The man on the throne turned over, rested his chin on the armrest, and gently groped for the purple pearl with his fingers.

"Godfather, long time no see."

In the empty palace, no one responded. The man sighed, picked up some other pearls from the armrest and threw them into the air.

The pearl did not fall to the ground. Instead, several tiny cracks suddenly appeared in the space ahead, taking the pearl in. Then the entire hall returned to calm.

The blond man glanced at the blue bead with a hint of greed and regret in his eyes. Then he threw the brown bead next to it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

"Pah, this is really not a good thing, it tastes terrible, but this one looks delicious."

The man knelt on the ground, staring at Qi Luo greedily.

Quirrell took two steps back in fear, but unfortunately the space here was very small. He could only see those eyes. They were extremely scary, as if the abyss was staring at him. There were bloodshot eyes, cotton wool hanging on each eyelash, and brown pupils inside, which were bottomless.

Everything was fine at first, but suddenly they lost consciousness. When they woke up again, they were in a new environment and there was another person next to them.

"It's so terrible—"

Quirrell was shivering inside, his legs shaking, and he could hardly hold on. He was extremely desperate. He had clearly gone out, so why was he nowhere to be seen? Was he so easy to be ignored?

The man next to him opened his mouth wide, revealing his sharp teeth. There was still some saliva stuck between the teeth, and there was a long and thin crack in the middle of his tongue.

There was a hint of obsession in the man's eyes. Quirrell buried his head in his knees, his eyes dull. This was good. Finally, he didn't have to worry about it. Perhaps death was also a good choice.

There was a scream all around, and Quirrell lay down at the outside, and saw that the man who had opened his mouth wide just now turned into a pool of meat paste in an instant. The originally green lawn turned into a black quagmire. It seemed that there was a sharp mouth hidden under each quagmire, swallowing the man's flesh mouthful by mouthful.

Quirrell was so frightened that he fainted.

Harry walked slowly and his eyes were dull. The amount of information he had just received was a bit too much for him. Grindelwald sent his subordinate Rosier to China to contact the local religious organization.

Due to various reasons including history, Rozier took great pains to find people with the same power as them. In Mount Emei, Mount Qingcheng, and Mount Wutai, those people were careless and put their own sects in front of Muggles. Some of their organizations were fake, but there were also some real ones mixed in. They also reached an agreement with the local government. In short, the situation was rather complicated.

"Why did you go looking for these people?"

Grindelwald and Dumbledore looked at each other. They remembered the picture in the prophecy deeply. There were more than just these countries in the picture, including Buddhism and Taoism in China, the magic house on the volcanic island of Japan, Kodos Doris in Russia, Vagatoro (Moon Mountain in Uganda), Castelnovo County (Brazil), and Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Massachusetts). The latter was easy to deal with, but the former was cut off from the world and had to be contacted as soon as possible to reach an agreement on certain issues. Fortunately, they had made gratifying progress.

"Do you understand? This is actually very necessary. Facing such a powerful enemy, we must unite all the forces that can be united."

Harry and Snape remained silent. This seemed to be the only solution now.

"What about other schools?"

"Reform of the examination curriculum." Dumbledore winked at Harry, and Harry suddenly realized that this was the excuse for leaving. The headmaster was indeed not in school during that time, but was traveling around.

"What about America, Principal, you——"

"I--" Grindelwald sat on the sofa beside him and once again conjured up a glass of red wine out of thin air. A golden teacup suddenly appeared in Dumbledore's place, with a small saucer next to it, on which were seven or eight sugar cubes.

It suddenly dawned on Harry that they had accomplished so much in just a short period of time, less than a year.

"What about the Ministry of Magic?" As an adult, Snape also has his own unique way of thinking. If this matter -

"There's no need to notify them. If the war comes, those confused people might surrender to the enemy in an instant. It's better to tie them to the chariot."

"That Muggle—"

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore. After what happened, he ran to Dumbledore's office without stopping and conveyed the news to him immediately (although he could use an owl and a two-way mirror, but what could compare to saying it in person? Grindelwald thought so.)

"It depends on the situation. We won't use special measures unless it's absolutely necessary."

"I thought you were an old fogey."

Snape and Harry were both confused. They didn't understand what the two men were talking about.

"Oh, I forgot, I haven't told you yet, I have a friend who works for the British Muggle Prime Minister."

Snape understood. He remembered the thick letters he had seen in the drawer of Dumbledore's office. Were they sent by that person?

"He was later sent by the Prime Minister to the United States on official business, but his plane crashed midway."

Harry opened his mouth wide. On the surface, this was just a normal flight accident, but when it was specifically brought up to this situation, there must be some reason.

"That young man saved a plane full of people, and I was the one who cleaned up their mess."

Snape frowned, not knowing what to say. "If this matter is not handled properly, it will be a serious violation of the International Statute of Secrecy. That person should spend the rest of his life in Azkaban."