Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Time passed quickly from noon to evening. The castle door opened again and people came out one after another. Two-thirds of them were going to leave the manor by car and head to the nearest airport. However, a small number of people had privileges. There were helicopters belonging to them, and the drivers were always waiting for them. Or if they were in the mood, they could fly their own helicopters to the vast starry sky.

Among them there was a man who slowly fell to the back and then disappeared into the dark night.

The man stood up from his seat. The old man behind him had disappeared long ago. The entire hall was unusually empty, with only a few servants standing guard at the entrance. The man went up a few steps and came to the mural that decorated the hall. It was a painting of angels, real angels, with countless eyeballs closely arranged, so fine and dense, so vivid, as if staring at everyone who saw the painting.

The man took a deep breath and pressed a button next to him. The entire mural began to change. The main color changed from white to black and red. At the top was an eye. The eye was framed by an equilateral triangle, and the pupil became a thin straight line. The man waited nervously, and then an underground passage came out.

The passage was narrow, with room numbers written all over the sides. The man walked lightly, as if afraid of disturbing something. At the end of the corridor was a bright room, with a statue enshrined in it. It was wearing a red wizard robe, revealing a pointed chin and bright red lips, with flesh-colored blood clots at the corners of its mouth, and its hands stretched out from the wide robe were covered in blood.

The man knelt down and said, "I have followed your instructions and accelerated the search for boys and girls for you. We have intensified the search in Scotland and have captured dozens of children around the age of four or five. I hope you will be satisfied and bless the family to prosper and prosper forever."

The statue suddenly flashed, and then a small drop of liquid fell from the air. The man knelt and rushed forward like a dog, opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue and licked the liquid in the air. The man felt full of energy again, and his brain worked faster.

The man prostrated himself on the ground, his voice trembling, his body shaking, "I will serve you willingly! God bless you!"

The man retreated five meters on all fours, then stood up, walked respectfully for a while, and then resumed his normal pace. He could feel his whole body full of strength, lighter than after a blood transfusion, and his organs were beating strongly, which strengthened his belief that he was the only person in the world to receive God's gift.

The secret room returned to silence, the statue no longer radiated divinity, and a man suddenly appeared in the same place, laughing.

"The International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy is bullshit. People with magical powers are naturally superior to others. Wait until old man Dumbledore dies, and then we can take Voldemort with him. The world will be ours."

The man was so proud of himself that he kicked the statue to the ground with disdain. "Restore it to its original state—"

"Look at that—tsk, tsk, tsk."

"However, that woman seems to have some problems, but it doesn't matter, next time ask the dog to bring his daughter over."

The man disappeared on the spot.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Herman's figure quietly appeared. Is this the place? She thought to herself, is it just such a crappy wizard? She leaned forward and looked at the statue that had been restored to its original state. There were still some cracks on it that had not been completely repaired.

What were those rooms? Hermann walked to the nearest one and placed his delicate white hand on the brass door handle. No, this color -

Hermann suddenly realized that it was all blue. The strange hue didn't fit in with the surroundings. After realizing this, the blue color flowed quietly, as if it could absorb people's spirits. It felt like, no, I had to write a letter to the owner.

In a small room in the majestic manor, almost no one could notice that even the lowest-level utility room was larger than this. This seemed to be a design error. Under this small room, there was a long and narrow passage leading to a room full of technology.

"Zizizi - the signal is abnormal and cannot be detected."

But snowflakes appeared on the heavy computer screen. The owner of the house suddenly appeared here, which suddenly excited every science and technology worker. This was a good opportunity to show their abilities. However, despite day and night monitoring, the computer screen was always covered with snowflakes. No matter what kind of machine they had, there was no way to solve this problem.

“Is there no solution yet?”

"We suspect there is a strange magnetic field disturbance there, which continues without any interval."

"Speed ​​up the process. If anyone can come up with a solution, you can give them two villas, $0.05 million, and % of the shares of Company H."

The power brought by the temptation of money is enormous and unimaginable. The man listened with satisfaction. Suddenly, many people in the room began to breathe heavier and heavier, and finally they regained a sense of superiority.

"Fuck you! Sooner or later, we will find those who are hiding behind and playing tricks and skin them alive."

The man walked through the room and came to a big door. After entering the password, the door opened. A bloody smell hit him in the face and he smiled.

There was a small tail behind Harry, no, it should be said to be a big tail. The new guy seemed to be used to following Harry and learning his every move. Although he looked like an adult who had been working in society for eight or nine years, in fact, how should I put it? It was like there was a short circuit in his brain. Harry was very sure of this.

His impression of this person was only that of a fellow patient. It seemed that he had stayed in Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary for a period of time and then disappeared.

"What did you say?"

Jerlan slammed his head. He had rushed back without stopping as soon as he got the news, but because the journey was too long, every word Harry said before sending him away seemed to be written in the desert, gradually drowned out by the wind.

Fortunately, Jairan suddenly pulled open his sleeves, and some little wizards around were surprised by his sudden action. Wow, because he used too much force, his strong biceps were exposed.

"She does have a nice figure."

I don't know where this sentence came from.

Even if you carve a wound on your arm with a dagger, it will slowly heal and even disappear.

The commotion around them was getting louder and louder, and Harry finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stood still, turned around, and looked at the pug in the middle, who looked like he should spend a few years in a mental hospital. He sighed helplessly, and felt quite resentful towards Dumbledore in his heart.

Why did you throw him to yourself?

She looked at him pitifully and followed him closely, pushing Ron and Hermione aside.

Looking at the gossipy look in Ron's eyes, and Hermione's curiosity that came out even though she wanted to hide, Harry felt his temples throbbing violently. Oh my God, what kind of people are they?