Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry's eyes were on his wand.

Jerlan put away his wand, coughed twice, and opened the door.

"Child, have you been feeling better lately—"

Seeing there was a strange man in the room, the lady was a little nervous. Jie Lan leaned sideways and invited the lady in.

She plucked up her courage, then seemed to remember something and walked in with the box.

"I'm much better now." Harry curled up on the stool, raised his chin, and looked obediently at the woman who was as friendly as Mrs. Weasley.

The lady put the box in her hand on the table beside her, noticed the clean environment around her, and looked at Jie Lan with satisfaction, which made him a little confused.

"Then I won't bother you anymore. Tell me what's going on. I'll be right next to you."

"Thank you ma'am," said Harry.

The lady waved and left the cottage, looking at Jerlan again before leaving.

"No, what does it mean that she keeps looking at me?"

"Maybe they thought you were a human trafficker, or maybe it's because you're my dad—"

"Hahaha," Jerryan laughed awkwardly a few times, then looked at Harry's serious face and scratched his head.

"are you serious?"

Harry chuckled, but his smile still showed the fatigue that could not be washed away, the kind of fatigue that came from the inside out and had experienced a lot of vicissitudes of life.

Jie Lan felt inexplicably depressed. He turned his head to look at the bright and glorious sunshine outside the house. He felt particularly disconnected from the young man with a dead face inside the house.

Harry opened the box on the table and looked at the three thin sandwiches inside.

"No, she only gave this little. It's too stingy."

"You are not stingy, you come and give it."

Jerlan touched his empty pockets. The only few Nats had bought beer just now. Before they had taken a few sips, half of the bottle was snatched away by a kid, who then left in anger. The remaining half bottle was still in the bar. Jerlan felt a little distressed.

"If you ask me, these two are definitely not good people."

After the middle-aged woman came out of the house and walked along the path, she heard the voices of people around her talking.

That good boy was definitely not a bad guy. When I first saw him, he was floating by the river. His clothes were tattered and he had many scars on his body. The blood from his wounds dyed the river around him red.

Alas, poor kid.

Dumbledore had made some progress, and combined with the letter sent from Harry, he touched the thick Bible in his hand and fell into deep thought.

He has always advocated peaceful coexistence with Muggles. Although he is aware of their strengths and has never thought of underestimating their abilities, he did not expect -

His eyes fell on the top photo frame. The second photo frame was blank. Perhaps he had not been here for a long time. The magic fluctuations on the photo frame also gradually weakened. Gryffindor had not been here for a long time.

Someone who can live for thousands of years is definitely not a straightforward, brainless and reckless person, but Gryffindor deliberately presents this image.

"You're doubting him, aren't you?"

Sensing the movement around them, a faint curtain of light rose up around them, covering the two of them.

Looking at Tom's handsome face, Dumbledore sighed. Despite the gap of decades, he still looked the same as he did at the beginning.

"I'm old—"

This was clearly a irrelevant answer. The old man in front of me looked tired, his hair was gray, his blue eyes were covered by loose eyelids, his robe was loosely worn on his body, and the white beard under his chin had not been groomed for several days.

"Don't act pitiful to me."

Dumbledore returned to his usual self, staring at Tom with sharp blue eyes.

"I knew you had as many tricks as an old bee in a hive."

Dumbledore was not angry. He answered Tom's first question, "I do doubt him. I don't think you trust him much either."

"When have you ever seen me trust someone?"

Dumbledore was speechless. Indeed, looking at his horrible appearance as an adult and considering his childhood experiences, his trust was very rare, even negligible.

Tom laughed out loud.

"So what are you going to do now?"

Tom came closer and looked at the two letters on his desk, one from Harry and the other from Grindelwald.

"The next question is not what I should do, but what Harry should do. Harry should go to America. Gellert must make arrangements for this immediately. We have to speed up our actions."

"Correction." Tom shook his finger, "You are the ones who need to speed up, but not me."

"Okay."

Looking at the three people gathered on the green ground below the castle, Harry seemed to have made up his mind.

"Harry——"

Ok?

Harry mouthed to Harry, "Lesson—"

"You guys translate first, I'll be back soon."

Hermione and Ron nodded and looked at each other. Seeing the gossipy look in their eyes, they smiled at each other. It was really interesting.

"What's matter?"

Ravenclaw had not appeared since the nightmare that day. Even though Harry usually ignored her and hated her chattering around her, she was a little worried when she suddenly fell silent.

Harry wanted to find out what was happening with Ravenclaw over there.

"I mean when do our classes normally take place?"

"Why, there are still people who like going to school." Seeing Harry's playful expression, Harry put on a fake smile, "I'm just asking."

Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione who were translating seriously, then turned to look at Harry, "Then let's go in and take a look. Gryffindor told me that it's around this time, so it should be about the same time."

Harry's eyes lit up when he saw this unexpected surprise. The two of them came to the garden behind the castle. In the middle of the garden was a soft, green lawn, neatly trimmed. There was a little elf standing on it. It was Dobby.

Dobby was dressed neatly, holding a huge pair of scissors in his hand. At the bottom was a well-made book, which was spread out on the lawn, revealing various patterns on it. It was about gardening.

"Owner!"

"Okay, Dobby, we need to talk about something here, could you please help us look at it?"

"Good! It's Dobby's honor to work for Harry Potter."

Harry let out a small laugh.

Harry suddenly felt ashamed of the word "master".