Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"What do you think?"

Tom came out from the shadows, glanced upward with his handsome eyes, and found that the top photo frame was empty, then he spoke.

"There's no need to be so cautious."

"Do you believe him?"

"I trust you more." Dumbledore sat on a chair, stirring the black tea in front of him with a teaspoon in his hand.

A slight smile appeared on Tom's face. "You are quite sensible. You didn't trust him so easily."

"I was also very wary of you at first."

"You're really bringing up something that's not relevant to the topic." Tom was a little unhappy, and then he hid in the shadow under the desk. No matter how Dumbledore called him, he didn't show up again.

"Is this what you want to show me? Does he treat me like air?"

"Oh, don't bother with a child. He was only in the fifth grade when he died."

Grindelwald untied his legs and leaned his shoulders against the soft sofa. "Were you asking him or me just now?"

"Ask you—"

Grindelwald's icy expression softened a little. "I knew that a young brat who has not seen much of the world could give any constructive suggestions."

"Are those things related to the prophecy you mentioned?"

"There should be."

Grindelwald used his wand to draw a stream of silver fluid from his mind, then placed it in the Pensieve, and the two of them entered the scene together.

Although they had seen this scene many times, every time something happened, they would see different insights from this prophecy.

"The ground is white." Dumbledore looked solemn. He only noticed this tiny detail now.

Grindelwald wanted to delve into his own memory. Looking at the staggering and tattered Grindelwald at that time, Dumbledore sighed. He still couldn't bear to see his former lover become like that. He might never know that after his death, Grindelwald jumped from the high tower and desperately kept the secret of the Elder Wand.

Grindelwald walked closer, looking at the two parties in confrontation, and then at the people wearing foreign costumes, and the dome that seemed to be covered by a barrier. Underground, the Muggle people were panicking. In the few seconds that flashed, they seemed to be shouting "The end is coming--"

What was even more detailed was that only a few were infected inside the protected circle, while outside was an endless expanse of snowy fields. Only then could he clearly see the scene outside the barrier in the prophecy.

“It’s been revealed to us bit by bit.”

“It looks like this.”

"Where do you keep all that stuff you pulled out of the Weasleys' house?"

"It is placed in my closed space. At present, as long as it comes into contact with the real world, it will multiply infinitely, but there is still a critical condition."

Dumbledore looked troubled.

"Harry told me that the reason these things appeared was because he used the wand I gave him."

"The wand you gave him!" Grindelwald's steady voice showed some twists and turns.

"It seems that he is the most important boss behind the scenes. You have to be careful~"

Tom suddenly appeared, left this sentence and disappeared again. The atmosphere in the office was a little quiet for a while.

"You're talking nonsense!" Armando Dippet was just watching the show, but he didn't expect to hear remarks slandering Dumbledore, and he couldn't help himself.

"Fuck you!@_-$&@_&&$_@"

"What are you yelling for? You didn't even recognize me at the time, and you wanted to recognize the greatest wizard of our century, Albus Dumbledore, the man who once was not sure whether to kill-"

"Shut up!"

Grindelwald stood up, took Dumbledore's Elder Wand, and pointed it at the shadowy Tom.

Tom assessed the situation and Dumbledore's expression turned slightly ugly, but he still said nothing and then he disappeared again.

"Let's get back to the point and not let him disrupt our progress."

It's really ridiculous. No matter who is the mastermind behind this, Dumbledore can't possibly be the one. If he was, why did we oppose him in the first place?

Thinking of the past, their blood alliance was broken, and Dumbledore turned away resolutely.

"I found that wand in the Chamber of Secrets."

Dumbledore sighed, "I checked it carefully at the time and didn't find anything abnormal, so I gave the wand to Harry, which led to the current situation."

"Don't blame yourself. This was an unintentional mistake. Anyway, the situation is under control now," Grindelwald comforted.

"So you called them all here because—"

Grindelwald felt that this matter should be kept secret and not made public.

Dumbledore did not answer for a moment. He stared blankly at the door, as if someone would come out of it at the next moment.

"The research you asked me to do has yielded results."

Think of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.

Snape frowned, holding a cage in one hand with a strange creature inside it making threatening gestures, and a small jar in the other hand with pink liquid flowing slowly inside.

"Is this the answer you want?"

"he?"

Grindelwald looked at Snape with greasy hair and frowned slightly.

"what is the answer?"

Snape had been captured at Hogwarts for several days. Apart from his initial excitement about being able to produce a new type of potion material, he was filled with fatigue and exhaustion, with dark circles under his eyes. Dumbledore really exploited him!

"Let's start with the simple ones."

Snape had become accustomed to someone being always around him, and he had also learned to ignore it. So what if he was disrespectful to Dumbledore in front of him?

Snape placed the cage in front of Dumbledore. The little guy in front of him was missing an arm, had a listless expression, and was curled up into a ball, with his eyes half-closed.

"If Newt saw this, he would be very sad that someone would treat a magical creature like this."

"If we're talking about biological organisms, this is also true."

Snape placed the pink jar on Dumbledore's desk, next to the little monster.

The monster seemed to smell something and immediately became full of energy, then desperately tried to get closer to the jar.

Then he was immediately frozen by Dumbledore.

"This jar is——"

Dumbledore felt that it looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Yes, it's what you think."

Dumbledore took a deep breath. There had never been such a precedent in the world. Based on his knowledge, this was almost impossible. How could it be an animal?

"How did you extract it? How much is left now?"