Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry turned and disappeared, then looked back and saw Filch standing there with a fierce look in his eyes, which he found quite funny.

This should be considered a tacit understanding between administrators, professors and students. Night wandering is not encouraged, but it does not count if you are not caught. This can be proved by the fact that the Weasley twins ran rampantly outside the school at night.

Harry left in a hurry. He wanted to rush to Umbridge. Judging from her performance tonight, the intimidation in the afternoon did not have much effect. He had to force her to sign the Fidelius Charm. If that didn't work, he would have to use other means.

The shiny glass wall in Harry's mind suddenly had some shadows at the bottom and was gradually eroding outwards. Hagrid, who had been silent, suddenly came here and hit it hard with his fist. The gap at the bottom became larger, which made him happy.

Hagrid saw a big bed not far away. He dragged the bed to the gap with all his might, and then blocked it tightly, trying not to let Harry find it.

Harry was in a trance for only a moment, while Bai You, who was in a dim room, was extremely surprised. The process accelerated and he had to hurry. He stood on a high platform, surrounded by people crawling on the ground in black cloaks, and next to him stood a short boy.

“Welcome the Lord’s coming—”

Bai You cheered and those people stood up and imitated Bai You's actions. The loud sound made the decorations next to them tremble. Dumbledore noticed something. He stood in the middle of the ice crack. His sharp blue eyes flashed, but did not attract anyone's attention. Where is this? He muttered secretly.

Draco tossed and turned in the spacious and soft bedroom. He was the only one sleeping in this room. This was the privilege of the only direct descendant of a pure-blood family. But he had a bad feeling tonight. What was it? He was wearing white ice silk pajamas and walking barefoot on the gorgeous carpet. Next to him was a huge window. Outside the window was a magnificent lake bottom world. He could also see a big black octopus floating quietly not far away.

Zhou Fu was standing on the roof at this moment, and suddenly she soared into the air. Her delicate fingers outlined the shape of a dragon in the air, and then she flew towards the dragon's tail and ran towards the Forbidden Forest. A lot of things happened that day. She noticed that Lockhart was standing at the same perspective during the day, and she had to get that thing out.

Wood also ran out for a night stroll. At this moment, he was holding the tattered broom, standing alone in the empty and silent Quidditch field, recalling Professor Lockhart's actions during the day over and over again, flying into the air again and again, rushing towards the full moon. His original dream was to be an agile seeker, but due to the limitation of his body size, he could only be the goalkeeper of the Quaffle.

He looked at the bright white moon. When can I become a heroic Quidditch player cheered by everyone?

Thinking of the idol who inspired him in his childhood, Wood was now full of motivation. Everyone has his own aspirations. He did not like to learn any powerful offensive spells, but instead planned the blueprint for his future life on the magic flying broom.

Many people couldn't sleep that night. The diligent Dobby noticed something was wrong, but then his thoughts were blocked by the overwhelming amount of debris. Professor Snape needed a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice tomorrow, Professor McGonagall needed a lamb sandwich, and the many bowls stacked in the pool were like hills. There was a guy named Winky who was using kitchen cleaning magic, and the hills were gradually flattened.

The house-elves around turned a blind eye. They all had their own tasks. It was not an easy task to maintain the food, clothing, shelter, transportation, three meals a day and cleaning for everyone in a magnificent castle.

There were many other people - they all sensed something was wrong at the same time, and Harry was far more involved than he had imagined.

He did not notice this, but wandered in the corridor again and again, relying on his superb magic and agility to explore one classroom after another, and even almost bumped into the house-elf who was cleaning up the debris.

"Where on earth is it?"

The corridor in front of Harry was not a corridor, but a chamber emitting different auras, some stronger, some extremely weak, and those that were strong were basically the classrooms where Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape often stayed.

As for Dumbledore's office, it was like a heart, thump, thump, thump! With this classroom as the center, it affected all directions. The portrait was the inner eye, and the armor hidden in the corner was the white blood cell that killed the enemy.

If this is the analogy, then what is the Room of Requests that appears and disappears from time to time?

The whole world looked different in his eyes again, and finally he arrived at the destination of his journey, Professor McGonagall's office.

At this time, a fierce quarrel was heard. Perhaps because it was a quiet night, McGonagall and Umbridge did not shy away from it. One side accused her of coming in and disrupting the normal teaching order, while the other side accused Dumbledore of hiding a dangerous person in Hogwarts, endangering the personal safety of other students.

When Umbridge attacked, McGonagall remained silent. Her silence only encouraged Umbridge's arrogance, which made her even more heartbroken.

McGonagall, who was rumored to be the most fair and just, actually allowed this situation to happen. It seemed that Dumbledore's control over this school was beyond her imagination, and it was almost becoming the best place for him to train his own army.

This is really terrifying when you think about it, but it is far less terrifying than that bastard Harry Potter. What kind of magic did he master?

Could he be the third generation of the devil? That's why he was able to kill the second generation of the devil in his infancy? Although Umbridge was full of doubts at this time, she still stayed in Professor McGonagall's office and refused to leave.

Seeing that Mag had finally become impatient and even wanted to kick her out herself, she finally spoke.

This was not to make Minerva McGonagall annoyed with her, but to make her believe the truth she was telling.

Soon there was no sound in the office. Harry wanted to hear what the two people were talking about, but there was no sound.

crunch--

Umbridge got an answer that satisfied her and left happily. She yawned and strolled in the empty corridor.

Was that voice just now a hallucination? Never mind, if it was by my side, it wouldn't matter.

Harry wanted to follow, but a gust of wind blew and the door of Professor McGonagall's office closed by itself. There was some noise inside, and then it became quiet. He should have followed.

However, the light in front was too dazzling. Professor McGonagall was very powerful and she only cast an Disillusionment Charm. Harry could see all the flow of magic power. The professor followed Umbridge silently.

Harry's back was soaked with cold sweat. Although he had made great progress, he was still far from as good as the professor who had been teaching for many years.

This woman is such a jerk! She is cunning and sly, and knows how to use the resources around her. But did she say my name? Harry was a little unsure.

After Professor McGonagall walked away, Harry hurried up the stairs. He wanted to get into his office before Umbridge reached her.

I was careless today, and got myself into trouble more and more. More and more things were exposed. It should have been better if other professors stepped in, but they were still not awake at that time.

McGonagall now recalled Umbridge's behavior. Initially, he did not believe what this crazy woman said, but once she touched upon certain key words, either the picture frame would fall off or the water glass on the table would suddenly shatter.

When she tried to say a name, an inexplicable red mark would appear on her neck, but the degree of the curse was relatively mild.

This reminded McGonagall of the curse, which came from the unique skills of dark wizards long ago. The most recent incident was Voldemort's curse on the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. When did such a dangerous person appear in Hogwarts?

McGonagall thought she had to be on guard, and Umbridge actually offered to be the bait, which impressed her.

Umbridge felt someone behind her, someone was sticking behind her and blowing into her ear. She shivered all over and walked all the way in fear, but she didn't expect to return to her office safely without any problems.

Could it be that she has left?

She breathed a sigh of relief, and Mag's figure suddenly appeared. The two looked at each other and then separated. It was now around 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, and everyone had fallen into a sweet dream. If there was no danger, Mag had classes tomorrow and should have a good rest.

Umbridge walked into her office and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar layout and pink environment. She thought there shouldn't be any problems.

He is just a sophomore student, what great abilities does he have? But this is enough to respect him.

Harry appeared behind the door and looked at Umbridge quietly.

The next day, the sun rose as usual and people continued to live their normal lives. They didn't know that in the same world, some thrilling things suddenly happened.

In a country near Antarctica, some residents on a small island suddenly died tragically overnight, leaving behind scattered limbs and huge plum blossom-like footprints on the ground. It was terrifying for a time, and some mysterious sects took the opportunity to develop and grow, becoming a stubborn headache for the local government.

The news that would cause mass panic was blocked, but it was revealed by a reporter from a newspaper. They believed that this was just an appearance, and that it was actually a large-scale massacre caused by a multinational corporation in conjunction with local armed forces.

The reason is that this island has rich mineral resources underground, but the local residents have strong feelings for this land and have their own religious beliefs. They believe that if they leave their hometown, their souls will go to hell after death, which is the price of betrayal.

Therefore, they do not allow these groups to exploit mineral resources, believing that these are the flesh of God and oil is the blood of God, which is a great disrespect to the gods.

The fight broke out overnight and was extremely brutal.

After seeing the news in the newspaper, Fenon's hands trembled constantly. He was extremely angry, and his fat face turned red with anger. It was not the so-called pity, but a feeling of grief for the dead. They were so small and powerless in front of the huge group.

Penny's tears fell one by one. She looked at the reporters on TV and listened to the report. She felt extremely sad in her heart. This news caused an uproar around the world. In the United States, the form of the election was reversed overnight. They did not dare to let such a cruel person become the president of their country.

The most authoritative local newspaper announced that the major shareholder behind the multinational group was actually the financial backer behind the candidate. No one knew how the news got to the surface, and no one knew who had the courage to do so, but the fact was that almost everyone in the world knew the news overnight.

Some people attacked and refuted it, saying that it might be an inhumane accusation made by another party in order to win, but when the photo was posted on an underdeveloped website and spread wildly, everyone believed it.

Grindelwald bought a No-Maj newspaper. When he saw the pictures of the scene published in the newspaper, his brows furrowed. He needed to go and take a look at the scene. The fat boy next to him didn't even dare to look up. He listened closely to the discussions of the people around him with his ears perked up. He seemed a little scared.

"Mr. Gray, I'd better go back. This world is too scary."

At such a young age, he has not yet learned the ways of the world, but he has to face the cruel competition of this society. Bringing this matter to the surface has broken the so-called rules of the game of the upper class. What price will this person have to pay? No one knows.

When the editor-in-chief of the newspaper woke up, he felt as if the sky had fallen. He did not give such instructions. The phone in the office was ringing frantically. He drew aside the office curtain and looked downstairs. There were many ordinary vehicles, but they were surrounded by four or five people.

The editor-in-chief could feel their gazes from a distance. It was over, completely over. He didn't know if he could leave the building today. He trembled as he wrote a suicide note on a piece of paper and called his daughter's school.

"Hey--"

"Hello, who are you?"

"I am Anna's father—"

"You..." The voice next to her was very excited. She was very honored to be able to communicate with this hero who was not afraid of power and dared to expose evil in real life.

"What can I do for you?"

"I want to talk to my daughter on the phone."

"Okay - wait a moment."

"Dad, what's wrong--" A childish voice came from the other end, and the editor-in-chief burst into tears instantly. Now this matter has to be pushed forward by one person to solve the problem and bear the anger.

"Listen to your mother and don't always look up at the sky when you cross the road."

"But there are really seagulls in the sky."

"I love you, Anna—"

"I love you too, Daddy. My little friend is calling me."

"Okay, bye Nana."

The editor-in-chief opened the door of his office and walked to the rooftop of the high-rise building under the gaze of everyone. This mess was too big. Some people burst into tears, some were extremely angry, and some people survived the disaster. Fortunately, there were still people who chose to stand up.

No one knows how these newspapers were printed.

Boom!

Elliot's hands trembled, a bloody smell came to his face, and he immediately spat out the food in his mouth.