Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry's thoughts drifted far away. He thought of the news Dobby had brought him. Wizard's things were found in that place. Who was it?

Jerryan was in great pain now. He just hid in the mysterious cave, and then he saw a burst of light. He walked closer with his wand curiously, and then he fell into coma. His pet Xiaojie beside him became listless for some reason, and when he woke up again, he lay on his arm motionless. At this moment, he suddenly appeared in Diagon Alley in London, England.

It's only been less than a year, how come there are so many changes now? The owners of the shops have almost all changed. The owner of the wand shop is even older, and looks like he was tortured for a long time before being released.

A joke condiment shop appeared in a certain place. Looking at the red-haired owner inside the shop, who was also missing an ear, he suddenly remembered why he looked so much like Arthur Weasley, whom he had met once before.

The crowd around him was bustling and seemed very lively, but Jie Lan felt strange. Why? It was the exhaustion and confusion left after the excitement of victory, as well as the remembrance and sadness for the deceased.

None of them noticed the person who suddenly appeared on the street, which was obviously very wrong.

Jie Lan did not speak rashly. His many years of living in Knockturn Alley had cultivated his ability to observe and gather information.

Jerlan randomly found a bar on the side of the road, went in, took out the only few Knuts in his pocket, bought a glass of beer, sat at the dirty little table and drank it quietly, while pricking up his ears to listen to the topic they were discussing.

"Who could have imagined that Snape was such a person—"

"Yes, yes——" The tone of those people was full of sadness and regret.

When Jie Lan heard the story, he moved his stool closer.

"Who would have thought that a love story during school days could make a Death Eater turn over a new leaf, protect her son for more than a decade, and even say before dying -"

"Woo woo--" This was a sharp female voice.

"Your eyes are just like Lily's—"

"Always——"

“Ah ...

"You said he was amazing." Someone focused on something different. He was quite speculative. "He was able to be the second-in-command under the Dark Lord. After the Dark Lord fell, he could still be the most trusted subordinate of the White Lord. Now that the Dark Lord is in power, he is even more amazing—"

"He has become a certified headmaster of Hogwarts—" someone interrupted.

Jerran remembered Snape's stern face, as if someone owed him a few lives and thousands of gold Galleons. He didn't expect that -

"It's a pity that he died in the darkness before dawn..." The people around nodded in agreement. No matter what, this was ultimately a legendary tragic figure, a famous potion master.

The shock brought by this news was much greater than the shock brought by the previous news. Snape was actually dead. What! Snape, an old bat that looked very long-lived and could live for thousands of years, was actually dead.

The dark devil will come back!

What kind of world is this? It seems that what has happened has already happened.

What about Dumbledore? And his current boss Grindelwald, what is their current situation?

The man next to Jerlan finished his beer and left, leaving behind a thick copy of the Daily Prophet.

The above is a detailed report about the life-and-death war at Hogwarts written by Rita Skeeter, a very famous reporter from the Daily Prophet. In this report, no matter how fierce the battle at Hogwarts was, Jermain stared at every letter but did not see the word Dumbledore.

"We deeply mourn the great wizard Albus Dumbledore. His passing is a loss to the wizarding world, but can Harry Potter, who is said to be Dumbledore's successor, take on this important task? Let us wait and see."

Jielan's heart sank into an ice cellar.

"Hey, does anyone know what happened to the first generation of the Dark Lord?" Jie Lan moved closer to the discussion group and asked his question.

"I, I, I know." A skinny young man drank all the wine in his glass in one gulp, then raised the empty glass in front of Jie Lan and shook it.

Jerlan immediately understood what he meant and poured the beer he bought for a few knats into the young man's glass.

"I have a distant cousin of my aunt's cousin who lives in that area..."

Very good, it sounds like an extremely outrageous rumor from the beginning.

"Then he told me--" The young man deliberately lowered his voice, his pale cheeks flushed with red, and he was obviously drunk. He began to talk nonsense, and Jie Lan regretted it a little.

"The Dark Lord who was once so powerful in Europe and America, supported by many saints, ended up being thrown down from a high tower by the second generation of the Dark Lord and fell to his death. He was holding an unknown object in his arms, and his clothes were tattered—"

"cut--"

Everyone dispersed in a hurry. Most people thought it was outrageous. How could it be possible? Voldemort was at most a scourge in Britain and surrounding countries. Grindelwald was a ruthless man who had almost burned down Paris in Europe and the United States. He was very skilled in using the blue Fiendfyre.

"Don't disbelieve me! It's true, my relative told me that when he fell, he was holding onto a bed sheet tightly, and Dumbledore's name was written on it!"

"what--"

People became excited again, because during the period of Voldemort's reign, many stories about the past between Dumbledore and Grindelwald were revealed.

The skinny guy looked at the curious eyes of the people around him, stood on the stool, straightened his chest, and said in a rhythmic tone, "It actually says, Albus, can you send me some paper next time? Now I can only tear the bed sheets to write to you."

The young man seemed to have said something exciting and threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground, scaring the people around him.

"Guess what?"

Jalan couldn't listen any more now.

"Those words were actually written in Grindelwald's blood."

"What——" There was an uproar all around.

"What kind of ghost story are you making up? Come down, come down." Everyone started to make a fuss, thinking that he was just making up a story, and then drove the young man down.

Jie Lan had already walked to the door. He couldn't understand what was going on. How could it be possible? How could it be possible? !

The skinny young man walked out of the bar drunk, and then turned into a puddle of rotten mud and fell on the street in broad daylight. Jie Lan kicked him in disgust and the words he said were simply unforgivable!

Fuck!

What kind of bullshit world is this?