Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Lockhart flew to the sky above Hogwarts. He felt that the appearance of the group of spiders today was not accidental. It was like they were doing some regular cleaning. Coupled with the dragon-like terrain, this situation became even more noticeable after the fire was put out jointly.

"What are you trying to get rid of? The motto of Hogwarts is - Sleeping Dragons, don't disturb them, right?"

Lockhart muttered to himself. He landed on the roof and looked at the black lake in the distance. What kind of function did this lake serve? A place where dragons hibernate? The water was too small. Could it be that someone wanted to flood Hogwarts?

He was shocked by the thoughts in his mind.

"Who cares? Even if the sky falls, Dumbledore will still be there to support it. I just need to stay here for a year and let Dumbledore help me..."

Zhou Fu noticed something, she suddenly opened the classroom window, looked up, and saw a foot above that had not yet been retracted.

She was a little bit incredulous, so she closed the window and looked again. Unexpectedly, a big head suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Hey, pretty girl, what are you looking at?"

Lockhart appeared in front of the three people with a grin on his face. Dudley was stunned, while Harry, leaning against the wall, pretended to be a good girl.

"There are quite a lot of people here. What are you guys doing?"

He jumped in through the window and came in front of the three people. "What are you talking about? Let me listen too."

Seeing that the three people were silent, the only boy present was tied up.

Lockhart said with a smile, "It's okay if you don't say anything. Professor, I'm not the type to delve into it, but have you done anything against the law?"

Dudley's face turned red, but he still couldn't break free from the ropes. Lockhart tried, but he couldn't untie himself.

This was a bit awkward. The four people present looked at each other. Lockhart made up an excuse and left. This was too awkward. Are people so strong nowadays?

"Let me tell you - I don't know where those two guys got all those good stuff from this time. They even mysteriously said they found a new passage that is not recorded on the map."

Harry wasn't interested, but tried to agree with what he said. He leaned back on the cushions and looked at the Weasley twins who were showing off in the center. Then another boy in their grade came over and showed off how many spiders he had killed today.

This made Fred a little unconvinced, "We weren't there. If we were, we would definitely kill more people than you."

"That's right." George nodded in agreement, but his mind was obviously not here. He had even drifted to the legendary Screaming Shed early on, where there were good things. Although the floor was a bit dirty and had not been cleaned for many years, there was a lot of dust, but that crystal flower was something he had never seen in his life.

"Tsk - you just keep bragging. Where were you hiding in the first place? I didn't see you come out to fight off the spiders. Your useless brother was frightened to the point of being paralyzed by the spiders and couldn't even walk. He had to rely on another person to rescue him."

Oh?

This surprised the twin brothers, and they all turned their eyes to Harry. Ron on the side nodded affirmatively, and these words made the two men silent.

"Who did you just call a waste?"

Obviously these two guys didn't get the point. Percy listened from the side and sighed heavily. He was bullied at his doorstep and still didn't realize the other party's malicious intentions.

Seeing the badge on Percy's chest and the cuff on his neck, the boy snorted coldly, then strode out of the lounge. Before leaving, he stood next to Harry and said.

"You're really awesome."

Harry just felt confused, "Well, thank you?"

He didn't know what to say now.

The boy nodded in satisfaction, then put his hands in his pockets and walked away. The gust of wind he brought with him seemed like a miniature of Snape.

Looking at the three gazes coming his way, Harry spread his hands helplessly, picked up the butterbeer on the carpet next to him and drank it all in one gulp, then licked the white foam at the corner of his mouth as if to savor the taste.

Ginny and a few other girls were watching secretly nearby. Some of the girls had red cheeks. At that ignorant age of youth, those strong and handsome guys were especially popular with others.

Hermione sat aside and took it all in. Seeing that Harry was no different from an ordinary person, she felt relieved. Perhaps the rumors were just rumors. She didn't want to imagine her good friend as some kind of great evil who could destroy the world.

Thinking of this, she was so happy that she slapped her thigh hard.

Hey!

"Why are you filming me?"

"You take care of me, I'm happy." Hermione took out several freshly made badges from her small bag and began to wave the bottle in front of everyone in the lounge, almost putting it under the noses of some people.

"Why is she still the same?"

Harry felt very happy. He instantly felt motivated again. Every year is a new year, and he really hoped that this peaceful life could continue forever. Now that Voldemort is no longer a threat, he wondered how the guy who ran away is doing now?

Harry was a little worried, but not too anxious, because Dumbledore said that he was there, which meant that Bai You's escape that day was actually intentional by Dumbledore, and he didn't know how it went. Could this be the reason why he suddenly wanted to go to Antarctica?

Dumbledore had gone deep into the ice wall. Looking at the few remaining traces, he fell into deep thought. Dragon, he had seen this word in many places. This guy was really swift. He had done such a shocking thing just after escaping.

I’m afraid that mysterious organization is also organized by this guy. Have they developed so many believers on Earth now?

Dumbledore shook his head, throwing away all these messy thoughts. A huge and narrow passage had appeared in the solid ice wall, and at the end of the passage, there was a familiar atmosphere that seemed familiar to him.

This is the same as what is hidden in the Mount Everest mountains. Could it be possible to go to another world? After Jerlan came back, Dumbledore once took the time to go there. It does feel a bit familiar, but there are also some differences.

It was those mysterious lines and words, one, two, three, four——

There are five more!

He found some clues. These five vague portraits looked a bit like mysterious religious priests, and also a bit like five knights. The colors were actually different: black, white, gray and green.

Bible Revelation!

"Disasters, plagues, death, wars! Class divisions, the survival of the fittest! Why are the rich so high and mighty? Why do white people discriminate and sell black people around like commodities?"

A man in a black cloak was giving a passionate speech on the stage. Most of the people sitting in the front row had red faces and thick necks, as if they were incited, with their eyes full of anger and hatred. Next to the podium stood an ordinary middle-aged man, who was obviously the most ordinary person, with short shaved hair, white mixed with gray, and wearing an ordinary bleached T-shirt, and the shoes on his feet even had several holes in them.

There were some old people peeking out from the back. Most of them were very old, with gray hair and simple clothes. Many of them were carrying a basket in their hands, looking excitedly at the eggs and apples piled under the podium.

After the person on the stage finished his speech, the middle-aged man went up. When he stood in front of the microphone, his temperament changed drastically. He did not say some general empty words to the people in front of him, nor did he cover his head and show his face.

The expressions of some people in the audience changed. They knew this middle-aged man. They heard that he lost his girl at the train station, his wife went crazy, and he turned gray overnight. He lived in a daze and used alcoholism to escape the cruelty of reality.

Some people looked at the man with sympathy. Those who came here were either looking for a bargain or because they truly felt the unfairness in reality and wanted to find spiritual comfort.

"I am an ordinary person, running around in life. One day I took my child and his mother out for a trip. It was a very ordinary day."

This leisurely narrative attracted the attention of some people in the back row. A small group of people below were whispering to each other. Before long, everyone in the conference hall knew that there was a man in a suit sitting in the corner, his face hidden in the shadow of his hat brim. An old man next to him took a look and said nothing, but instead held the basket of vegetables tightly in his hands.

"That day, many strange people appeared around me, and then I completely lost my memory. When I regained consciousness, my girl was gone. I didn't even recognize my wife for a while."

Those people who were arguing for fame and anger just now have calmed down at this moment. They looked at each other with sympathy, and some of the sentimental ones even had tears in their eyes.

But most people were very curious.

"How is it possible that he doesn't even recognize his own wife? Could he be suffering from Alzheimer's?" There were discussions all around.

"Later, I called the police, but it was no use. I asked to investigate the surveillance, but was told that the surveillance had been destroyed. I tried every possible way for more than a year, but still got no news. Until a group of people found me -"

The entire venue had fallen silent. Most of them listened to the most exciting part like a story and then held their breath.

The speaker at the beginning walked off the stage, came backstage, and took off the brim of his hat. There was no need to listen to what happened next. It was likely that the crowd was outraged and they were hostile to the government. There were all kinds of lights in front of the stage, shining on the mysterious man's feet, forming all kinds of shadows.

The man walked into the darkness, then opened the door and disappeared into the crowd.

He sensed a hint of danger and had to leave the place as soon as possible. As for the man who was still on the stage giving a speech, it was none of his business. He should call the police. It was a pity to lose such a poor man with excellent eloquence and real examples.

He pretended to hesitate for a while, then stood at the intersection waiting for the traffic light. At this time, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

"What you just said is good. Do you want to go to the cafe with me for a cup of coffee?"

The man turned around stiffly, and when he saw the pair of strange eyes, he immediately lost the courage to resist and followed the man obediently.

In the quiet coffee shop, there are many people working and some kittens are running around. It turns out to be a cat cafe!

The man took a look and was attracted by one of the gray-haired creatures. Its emerald green eyes were very eye-catching, shining with a smart luster, as if it possessed human-like wisdom and thoughts.

Button button——

"Tell me, where are you from?"

"I'm from Washington, USA."

When Grindelwald took a look, the man's momentum suddenly weakened, his height was shortened, and he no longer had the aura that inspired people on the stage.

"I'm from Beauxbatons, America."

"Which college are you from?"

"Horned water snake—"

"Who instigated you to do these things?"

That's right, it was instigation. Grindelwald looked at the young boy in front of him, with his tender face, clean and clear eyes, and it was obvious that he was not very worldly-wise. That was because he had been cultivated since childhood.

"Not instigation!"

The boy was a little angry at this moment. Although the person in front of him was powerful, he challenged the worldview he had built up since he was a child. This was even more terrifying than killing him.

"Okay, okay..." Grindelwald looked at the boy in front of him as if he was coaxing a child.

The boy obviously relaxed his guard, and then, scenes from his past flashed through his mind like a slide show: the dim corridor, the dark basement, the brutal fight, the brainwashed elders, and the subsequent rigorous training, until they walked into a room and his memory was interrupted.

The boy started bleeding from all seven orifices, and then he died, falling headfirst onto the table in front of him. The coffee that had just been ordered splashed all over him, leaving many red marks on his fair skin.

what--

Grindelwald didn't expect that he only used the most common Lepidus to destroy the boy's life, such a powerful restriction.

He thought to himself that his ability was comparable to that fellow with a tattered and patched soul, except that his methods were a bit brutal. He was such a young guy, and he could die at any time.

At this time, most of the people in the cafe had fled, but there was still one stubborn person hiding under the bar.

"Hey, how much?"

The waiter raised his head tremblingly. He was a man with outstanding temperament. His gray hair expanded his aura, making him a little distracted.

"Hey, young man."

"$50."

"Why are things so expensive nowadays?" Grindelwald complained secretly. The price was twice as much as it was a decade ago. Even when he came here with Dumbledore, he had never lost so much blood. Today's meal was really a big loss for him.

The waiter huddled down there trembling, waiting for about ten minutes, before the last banknote floated down from above and landed in his hand.

He saw the portrait on the banknote, then felt dizzy and fainted on the ground. At the same time, many surveillance videos of the store flashed black and white snowflakes.

"It's really troublesome. There are cameras everywhere."

Grindelwald muttered something in dissatisfaction, blended into the crowd, and disappeared in a few breaths.