Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The soft hands covered the hair, and the man moved closer and closer, with both hands around Hermann's waist. Hermann did not resist. She stared at the man's eyes lovingly. It must be said that the blue eyes are beautiful. Although they have the same eyes, their wisdom is far apart.

The man was about to stretch out his mouth, and then he fainted in Hermann's arms. The thick eyelashes under his eyes were like a miniature fan.

"Have you seen enough? If you have, let him go—"

The man sitting in the car got out. Hermann felt a little regretful. She pinched the man's face and threw him to the ground. Although he was good-looking, that was all.

Then Herman handed the pulled hair to Corwin and said sourly, "Minister Rozier really trusts you to give you such an important task. But where did you suddenly appear from? Isn't there a person like you?"

"Why not? I think I arrived at the ministry earlier than you—"

Hermann curled his lips.

"Drink it quickly!" She watched with some gloating as Cowen took out a tube of reagent from his pocket and added the hair into it. The whole liquid turned into a yellowish-brown color, just like mud. Even though Herman was some distance away, he could still smell the foul odor.

Kowen was even more irritated and could hardly bear it. He had never drunk anything so disgusting before. It just looked disgusting.

But then Cowen thought of something, and without hesitation, he poured it into his stomach in one gulp. Without changing his expression or heartbeat, he stripped the man who was sleeping on the ground and put the clothes on himself. Herman was stunned watching from the side.

All this happened in a flash. Corwin got out of the car with a completely different look. "I have to say, you look better the way you did before. So what should I call you now?"

Hermann said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Call me Felix Rothschild—"

The man pretended to be dull. A man wearing a black wizard robe emerged from the dark bushes around him. "There is nothing unusual around here. You should leave, Miss Herman. Logically speaking, you and him are mortal enemies. You shouldn't get along so peacefully."

"Know it--"

Hermann was somewhat reluctant to leave, and then turned back to the car. She was now also a member of the Rothschild family, but due to the restrictions of her female identity, she was restricted in many things. What's more, she had a mortal enemy, the man who was now sleeping soundly in the car with only his underpants on.

"Is this the show you're going to show me?"

When Herman placed the mirror on the car seat and saw that the screen was completely black, Rozier spoke softly.

"Of course, how can this not be a good show?"

"You are really resourceful. How did you make him so obedient to you? Imperius Curse?"

"No, no, it's a love potion, but why didn't that guy fall for it?"

"Tsk tsk, the person you like is so unlucky." Rozier sighed while sitting in the chair.

"But, Minister, I have a question, why can't we use the Imperius Curse to control those people for our own use?"

Rosier frowned, "The master has clearly stated that the Imperius Curse is not allowed to be used on a large scale. First of all, wizards definitely don't know as much about the Muggle world as I do. For those who know wizards, every abnormal behavior of the people around them will cause them to react violently."

"Wouldn't it be nice if there was nothing in sight? We wizards possess so many magical powers, why do we have to be restricted by Muggles?" Herman still didn't quite understand.

"Out of caution, Muggles still have some weapons that we don't know about--" Well, actually Rosier couldn't continue making up stories. Ever since the return of his master, his attitude towards Muggles has become cautious and restrained.

Hermann understood that these might be decisions made by the person above, so he stopped asking too many questions. This made Rozier feel relieved. If she didn't have a detailed understanding of Muggles, she wouldn't be able to make up the two reasons above. Wizards from pure-blood families have innate pride, and they will never lower their heads to see how many ants they have stepped on.

On Earth, the densely packed No-Majors were no different from ants. It was just pitiful. When the vehicle drove smoothly into the brightly lit manor, the gates opened one by one. In the dark night, the lights were bright on one side, and rows of housekeepers and maids stood beside them. The workers who were mowing the lawn also stopped what they were doing and kept a slight bow.

Herman got out of the car, and a middle-aged butler, wearing a suitable tuxedo and with thick hair, took her bag from Herman's hand and bowed slightly, "Hello, young lady."

The group of people behind her maintained a hollow posture, motionless. Hermann went from being nervous at first, to adapting, to enjoying, and finally to the contempt that arose from his heart. Everything was so natural.

It turns out that everything she pursued in the first half of her life has already been realized in her current identity. If she didn't know that there was another world, how comfortable her life would be every day.

"it is good--"

Hermann put on airs. From the boulevard at the side, a man in a suit came out driving a carriage. The carriage slowly stopped in front of Hermann. A man came out from the team, knelt in front of Hermann, keeping his head straight.

Hermann stepped on them with her high heels. She went from being reluctant at first to being accustomed to it now. Every person she stepped on could get a high reward, so she could use magic to control the strength of her feet.

The man who served as the bench looked excited, and some people nearby showed expressions of envy and jealousy. This kid was so lucky. He had curry favor with the person in charge and could actually serve as the eldest lady's bench. It was really a blessing from his previous life.

"Is this what you asked me to see?"

When Hermann came to the bedroom and sent away the servants around, Rozier's cold voice came from the other side of the mirror.

"Do you think there is no difference between me and them now?"

Hermann smiled bitterly. It was not easy for her to maintain her clear mind and original purpose under such circumstances.

Rozier softened his tone.

"I actually understand, but seeing it with my own eyes, it was a bit shocking. I apologize for my tone just now."

Hermann felt a little comforted.

How can it not count? When people cannot have power, wealth and status, they hate them very much, and there is a hint of desire in their hatred. But when they just get them, it is not so bad. They are the freest and happiest people in the whole human world.

When these accumulate to a certain level, they will become slaves to these things, lose their human nature, and become monsters with their heads filled with money and power. Everyone hates monsters, but everyone wants to become a monster.