Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Rosier explained carefully to Harry.

"Wizards and Muggles have coexisted peacefully for thousands of years. Some wizards were even discovered from Muggle families. Their parents or people close to them knew their identities."

Rosier came face to face with Harry, looking into his emerald green eyes, filled with confusion and puzzlement.

"Then why hasn't the wizard been discovered by the entire Muggle world? Or even if a few people know about it, they still keep silent, and the biggest leak is just passing this image by word of mouth in the form of a story?"

"In the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, there were still wizards being caught and burned at the stake by Muggles." Harry reminded that it was not that no wizards had been discovered.

"If you are talking about those who enjoy teasing Muggles, or those who use wizards as an excuse to kill and expel wizards, they have their own reasonable explanations."

"You can look through some Muggle books and find that they usually characterize this period of history as religious in nature, or a manifestation of ancient feudal ignorance and backwardness," Rosier pointed out.

Harry thought about it carefully. Most people in the world would not believe it. Even if it appeared before their eyes, they would use the rapidly developing technology to cover up all traces of real magic.

"Is this why you are not afraid of a traitor being caught and studied? What if that traitor reveals the location of the teaching place, or the names of several wizards and their families in the Muggle world?"

"Won't--"

"why?"

"Some magic props are very magical. For example, at Hogwarts where you are, the list of new wizards admitted every year will appear in the admission book. From the moment his name appears in the book, a secret contract will be formed, which is a protection for the entire magical world."

"Then there are some that will not appear in the admission book, such as the Squibs in wizard families. They -"

"Harry, you think very carefully." Rosier praised Harry. Harry's face turned red all of a sudden. He realized that his questioning seemed a bit aggressive.

"Our ancestors will not plug all the loopholes one by one. Some minor leaks are inevitable, but as long as those Muggles think that these are all fairy tales, that's fine."

"Won't the research produce any results?"

"In terms of the body, even if there is a slight difference, you can't detect it with the current level of development of Muggle technology."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Rosier became interested. After she had a deeper understanding of Muggle history, she compared it one by one with the written history of the wizarding world and found some very interesting things.

"Do you know why wizards don't celebrate the festival to commemorate Merlin's birth? Instead, they celebrate Christmas to commemorate the birth of Jesus?"

"hiss--"

Harry had never thought about this. Since it had been like this since ancient times, he just accepted it and didn't think about the reason.

"Perhaps it's because among the wizards, most grew up in the Muggle world. Plus, due to the influence of the larger environment, it's impossible for wizards to be completely isolated from the world, so they gradually accept this festival as their own and celebrate it at the same time?"

Harry expressed his thoughts hesitantly.

"Hmm - this angle is quite novel, I've never considered it before."

Rosier glanced at Harry. She liked young people with brains.

"What I want to say is that you can look through the Bible that they regard as a treasure, as well as other religious sects, such as Buddhism that originated in India and Taoism that was discovered in ancient countries in the far east. In their teachings, wizards also appear to a greater or lesser extent."

"What?" Harry was shocked.

"Consider this my homework for you—"

"Hello teacher!"

Harry stood up immediately and bowed slightly to Rosier. Rosier was another intelligent and thoughtful man. His novel perspective on the world was refreshing.

"Yeah." Rozier didn't move and accepted it frankly. She was a little reluctant at first, thinking that he was just a young boy, but now, this savior still has some good points.

She touched the ground below which looked like grass, but was actually a green blanket. There were no mosquitoes around to bother her. There was only a gentle breeze blowing. Although the sun looked dazzling, it was just brightness when shining on human skin.

Rozier did not cast any spells throughout the whole process. These were all done by Harry Potter, who looked only 12 years old. Today's young people are really talented.

Rosier glanced at Harry's body. Apart from the books placed next to him, he did not have a wand.

"Okay, let's stop here for today. Remember to complete the homework I assigned to you. Next time I take you to the United States, you must report to me in writing—"

Rosier patted Harry on the shoulder and then disappeared from the spot.

Harry lay down on the lawn all of a sudden, his whole body relaxed. Just now when Rozier was beside him, an invisible deterrence and pressure made him feel very nervous.

"Why don't you write to Hermione and ask her? She is meticulous and has read a lot of books, so she might know something about this difference."

Harry made a decision in his mind.

"This person is quite good, but why don't you come and ask me?"

Gryffindor's voice suddenly popped up in Harry's mind.

"Will you tell me then?"

"Won't--"

"That's it."

Gryffindor was frustrated and retreated quietly, "This little guy doesn't know how to respect the elderly and love the young. He just scolds people every day."

"Isn't that right? Rowena—"

Gryffindor was standing in a dark basement at this moment. The only light source in the dark and closed room came from a small kerosene lamp on the wall.

In front of him was a young woman with disheveled hair, bloodstains on her face, and tattered clothes. Her body was wrapped in thick iron chains that emitted a faint blue glow. From time to time, a few sharp spikes popped out and stabbed Ravenclaw fiercely.

Gryffindor was holding a long whip in his hand. It was wet and liquid dripped onto the smelly floor from time to time. There were some barbs on the tip of the whip, which could tear the skin and flesh of the person being hit.

"What a hypocritical fellow you are. You usually pretend to be so upright. What do you think Harry Potter would think when he sees you like this? You are a fake Gryffindor, why are you meddling in other people's business?"

The woman sitting in the seat raised her head and snorted coldly.