Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The smile on Herman's face grew even bigger. "Sure, sure."

After that, the atmosphere in the car gradually heated up as they flattered each other. Both sides felt that they had won. This was a balance that they felt the unequal status between the Muggle and wizard worlds.

When Harry was a child, he only saw this kind of plot in TV dramas. Hermann had been listening to the story of the savior for ten years and had become famous. Since he was a cradle, there had been rumors that he could arm wrestle with Dumbledore.

Now looking at it again, Grindelwald's most capable subordinate Rosier came to pick up Harry Potter, which also shows one thing, that in terms of future position, this little boy who is not even 12 years old yet should be a big figure in the wizarding world in the future.

Herman is happy to make friends in advance, which can also be regarded as an alternative value investment.

"Let's go there first."

Rozier interrupted their heated conversation.

Harry nodded, and Hermann's pupils shrank slightly. This relationship was closer than she had imagined.

"Next, Ella—"

Herman looked through the rearview mirror and saw Rozier in the back seat turning his head to the window and looking outside. There were various flags flying outside. It was 1992, and this year was the presidential election year in the United States. The candidates selected by the party competition would build momentum for themselves several months or even a year in advance.

The current Prime Minister is George Bush1, and another candidate on the list is the Governor of Arkansas, Bill Clinton2.

"Is it confirmed now? Is he willing to cooperate with us?"

"He was very stubborn and refused to admit it."

"Then replace him, and have another obedient person take the stage."

During their conversation, the two ladies had already roughly determined the outcome of a major event in the future of the United States.

Harry was slightly surprised. "I thought he was a democratic person."

"Democracy, bullshit."

The curse word at the end of Rosier's words was hidden faintly in the end of his voice and did not reach Harry's ears.

But Harry could tell something from his tone.

"Now comes your real assignment."

Although Rosier had only recently begun to study Muggle society, some things were similar.

Harry was all ears.

The driver felt that he should not be in the car. He thought that if he continued to listen, he would not end up well in the future.

"I--"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt the stern gaze of the eldest lady next to him. Finally, he lowered his head in timidity, not daring to make any unnecessary movements.

"Where do these candidates get the money to let all the American people know about them? Just rely on their own wealth? Who will do their publicity? Just rely on one or two issues of newspapers, or a show for a while?"

Although Rosier didn't say much, Harry already understood. There was no need to go into details. The driver -

He still has to continue living.

After Hermann sent Rozier and Harry to a remote villa, he returned to the manor.

"you--"

Looking at the driver who was still in the car, Herman fell into deep thought. He didn't hear anything. Even if he told others, his words would not affect the overall situation. Should he -

The driver saw that the young lady had not left yet, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He rolled out of the car and knelt in front of Hermann, "I - I - I - I"

The voice stuttered a bit.

"I heard nothing."

"get out."

The driver ran back to the car as if he had been granted amnesty. The back of his clothes was soaked with cold sweat in an instant, but then he was ecstatic. It was almost the 21st century, why were there still people willing to serve this group of people so servilely?

The things left by these people were enough for him to live on for the rest of his life.

Instead of working hard for others outside for a lifetime, it is better to work here for two or three years and enjoy a lifetime of peace and happiness.

His time is about to end, but he will never be on duty again! He can plan a happy life in the future, take the money, leave the United States, and return home.

The driver thought of his predecessors, who were so successful. Some of them chose to stay in the family and were now doing very well on Wall Street. They had a group of students who graduated from prestigious schools under their command.

But he did not yearn for such a life of bossing and shouting, he just wanted to live a quiet life alone.

Finally that day came. He looked at the large sum of money in his bank account, listened to the envious voices of his colleagues, and drove the car sent by his employer. The trunk was filled with a lot of expensive cigarettes, alcohol, jewelry, 2% of the shares of a company, and three houses, one in the city center and another in the countryside.

Another one bought one in faraway England according to his needs.

The driver was very grateful to the master at this moment. As long as he could survive three years, he could obtain such a rich fortune. It really was worthy of being called—

There is a country road next to it, with bright stars in the sky above it. That's the bad thing, as drivers feel very cautious. Every time they leave, they have to do it at night because it's pitch black all around.

He did not feel the bad dream that was about to happen. After all, the other seniors were still alive and well, and from time to time they sent letters and local specialties from all over the world to the juniors. They even received red strings from an ancient country in the far east, which meant blessings.

When he got home, he gave the jewelry to his wife, drank the wine for himself, gave the cigarettes to his friends, and took his children to the park with him.

Suddenly there was a bright light in front of him, and the driver quickly stepped on the brakes.

Harry had just woken up from the soft big bed in the villa. He walked down the stairs sleepily and saw a Muggle TV in the hall, which was broadcasting the morning news.

Rozier was wearing casual clothes, sitting on the sofa, and eating the prepared breakfast slowly.

"Reporters ahead reported that a car accident occurred at 23:31 local time on XXX Road, XXX County, XXX Prefecture. The cause of the accident was reportedly a drunk driver who collided with a truck or bus traveling in the opposite direction—"

Harry rubbed his eyes, his voice was soft and sticky, still with the confusion of just waking up, "Good morning, teacher~"

"Good~"

"Come and have breakfast quickly." Harry readily sat on the sofa and watched the car accident scene reported on the news. The picture had turned into daytime, with thick smoke billowing. The people inside had been carried out, and it was said that they had died on the spot when they were rescued.

The car that had the accident had been towed away by the relevant staff, and the property and jewelry inside were taken away by some people. Finally, it was divided into small portions, like the blood in the veins, allowing this huge monster to wake up.

1 His real name is George Bush, and he served as President of the United States from 1989 to 1992.

2. Bill Clinton, served as President of the United States from 1993 to 2000.