Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Grindelwald took Elliot out of the crowd. At this time, some people also came out. They followed Grindelwald, some close and some far away, and then came to a remote park.

Grindelwald led the little fat boy step by step to the top step. Elliot didn't dare to say a word and lowered his head. Through his baby fat cheeks, you could still see his trembling eyelashes.

Those ordinary people of all kinds changed into black robes in an instant, their eyes filled with fanaticism. A masked man at the back walked through the crowd to the front and knelt on one knee.

"Master, the task you assigned has been completed, and the list has been retrieved in full."

He held up an old parchment in his hands.

Then the parchment floated into Grindelwald's hands. The fat boy was now sweating all over. Although he was young and ignorant, he had more or less heard of the legends of the saints. Moreover, some time ago, almost all wizards in the world knew that Grindelwald had escaped from the tower.

"well done."

After receiving the compliment, the man was very excited. That kind of enthusiasm made Elliot a little scared. However, the voice sounded so familiar, and the skin on his chin looked very young.

"Okay, keep hiding."

Most of the people present had left, and a few of them stayed. The person in the middle took off her hat, revealing an elegant and calm lady. The people next to her revealed their true faces one by one.

"Look up and recognize these people so that you can get along well with them in the future."

He lifted the fat boy by the scruff of his neck and forced him to straighten up.

"You, what are you doing——"

Elliot was no longer as arrogant as he was in school. Instead, he became cautious. He had now put the bloody scene behind him.

"When you go to Hogwarts the day after tomorrow, you will be sorted into Gryffindor House. There are my apprentices there. You two should get along well."

The little fat boy agreed readily. Beads of sweat the size of beans emerged from his temples and dripped onto the wet soil. He shouted in his heart, Grandpa, save me!

However, this is really an adventure that is too exciting.

"Try to get along and be friends, got it? And then give this thing to Harry Potter."

The little fat man's eyes widened suddenly. What was he talking about, apprentice! The people below were a little agitated. They turned their heads and looked at each other, each with their own thoughts.

Could the apprentice he was talking about be Harry Potter? Although he was not well-known in the American wizarding world, he himself was full of legends. His grandfather once told him about such a legendary figure.

Ellot was suddenly full of expectations for his journey.

"Well, you take this little fat boy to Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall."

A man took the order and came out, holding Elliot's hand and disappeared from the spot.

Grindelwald instructed the remaining people, "Rosier, stabilize the Ministry of Magic, and try to contact the people in the Netherlands and France."

"Go to that small island in Antarctica and see what the situation is there. If Dumbledore comes back, let me know."

Some people left, but Rosier remained where she was. She felt a little embarrassed. "Will this situation cause misunderstandings when Dumbledore comes back? We are just adding fuel to the fire and going with the flow."

"No, I will explain it to him."

Grindelwald shook his head. If it was the old Dumbledore, he would still have a headache and worry, but with the current one, Ariana1 was not dead, and Aberforth still got along well with him. He was not sure whether the current person still had so much kindness towards Muggles.

Yes, during the few years that Grindelwald spent with Dumbledore, he did not see any family photos on his desk, and even when they were mentioned in the conversation, he did not seem to look very sad.

Fortunately, in another parallel universe, he has a more fulfilling life.

Rosier looked up at Grindelwald, then disappeared from the spot.

Grindelwald himself came to a secret meeting place. The place was relatively remote and there were not many pedestrians around.

As he stood there longer, the Muggles around him seemed to remember something urgent and left in a hurry. Some even left their means of transportation on the ground. The entire surrounding area was cleared. Grindelwald touched his chin, and another subordinate came over.

"Master, all the surrounding surveillance cameras have been cut off, and all high-profile points nearby have been processed."

"Where are the people inside?"

"No one has come out yet. The Floo network here has been cut off. We set up an anti-Apparition spell in advance and created an illusion outside the window. No one noticed."

"it is good!"

He had gone to so much trouble today just to catch these disgusting termites, one by one.

Grindelwald walked into the door and some screams were heard from inside, then quickly disappeared. The pungent smell of blood filled the air and the people on guard nearby couldn't help vomiting. They were at their most basic alert and vigilance against the death of their own kind.

Time passed from day to evening, and Grindelwald walked out. His black clothes seemed to be soaked with blood. Under the dim lights around him, blood dripped from the corners of his clothes onto the lawn bit by bit like flowing oil.

"Owner!"

Grindelwald didn't say anything, his eyes were full of hatred and disgust. Species diversity is truly one of the unsolved mysteries of the world.

His cold face was hidden in the soft lights around him. Soon, all the lights went out. The houses in the middle suddenly burst into blue flames. They came to life and turned into a giant dragon, swallowing up all the sins.

The blazing flames burned all the sins, and some ugly souls screamed from hell. Everyone will pay the price for their evil deeds. Those who regard their fellow human beings as commodities and their lives as transactions will eventually suffer the same fate.

"Clear up this area, and arrest those people on the list. Don't let any of them go!"

A thin piece of paper floated down from the sky. The subordinate took it respectfully and looked at the unfamiliar names on the list one by one with fierceness in his eyes.

Kill! Kill them all!

After nearly a day, the owl released by Hermann arrived at Hogwarts and came to Harry's hand during dinner.

The hall was crowded and bustling at this time. They had all walked out of the shadow of the giant spiders attacking the castle. However, some students were very upset by the letters from their parents who wanted to persuade them to leave Hogwarts.

These people inquired about the Ministry of Magic, but the Ministry did not respond and the news leaked out. Harry listened while he drew the letter from the claws of the strange owl.

"Who sent this to you, Harry?"

Ron winked and stuffed his mouth full of crispy sausages covered with ketchup. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction. These were just okay and he would just eat them reluctantly.

"This is from a friend far away."

Harry was shocked. It turned out that Hermann had found many blue doors of the same style in the basement of a manor. She mentioned in the letter that she had told Grindelwald the news and explained her difficulties as to why she did not write to inform him immediately.

If the ruthless wizards in Tumbledown Alley had seen the evil queen being so cautious and respectful in front of Harry, they would have been shocked and attributed her current behavior to being controlled by the Imperius Curse.

Harry glanced over this matter. The following long paragraph detailed the current development of the power of the Saints in the United States, and that Grindelwald had kidnapped the headmaster's grandson from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and would arrive at Hogwarts soon.

What else?

Harry continued reading. This surrender was very important. She also introduced the current chaotic situation. Various religious sects have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and some even involve British wizards.

This is an investment in Harry's future and a demonstration of her own abilities.

Ron wanted to know the contents of the letter, but when he saw the word "saint", he moved aside. It was better not to know about such things, in case Harry's secret was exposed one day -

Hiss—it’s scary to think about this kind of thing.

At this time, Ximo came over with a familiar badge on his chest.

"You, you, you actually——"

"What are you looking at? As a..." Seamus glanced at Harry's chest. Although he was not interested in the activity of freeing the house-elves, this was where Harry stayed and he was not joining any club now. Maybe this would give him more opportunities to come into contact with them.

Ron swallowed his saliva and scanned the crowd around him. He actually found quite a few people. In the farthest Slytherin House, Draco also had this ugly badge on his chest.

Just like she did in Gryffindor, Hermione took the jar and started spreading the word, and soon everyone knew about the existence of such a club and organization.

"Is Harry Potter here?"

Several little girls had red faces. They looked at Potter, who was particularly hazy under the light, with clean and light hair. His whole body was glowing, with a straight nose, rosy lips, and soft and heroic brows revealed when he slightly lowered his head.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Yes."

Quickly and decisively, four or five girls around soon threw three silver coins into Hermione's transparent glass jar. The crisp sound entered the bottle and Cedric turned his head, seeming to be very interested in this.

"What do you do with this?"

Hermione patiently explained over and over again. Under the leadership of some star figures, this organization is almost surpassing those very old clubs.

When she sat down with the full jar in her arms, Ron stared at her with dissatisfaction.

"You're using Harry's name. Does Harry know?"

Ok?

Harry heard his name called next to him and tilted his head curiously.

Ahem, Hermione felt a little embarrassed, but she was still confident, "I'm telling the truth. You're in this club, right?"

Harry nodded, and the little wizard who had been hesitant just now immediately looked over with shining eyes.

"You still have to set a certain threshold. If someone disagrees with your ideas, it will hinder your goals."

Harry reminded her kindly and Hermione nodded. She knew this.

Ron muttered a few words to himself, then clenched the silver fork in his right hand and thrust it into the soft bread. He was getting tired of eating milk bread, orange juice bread, sandwich milk, grilled sausage, and grilled sausage every day. Could he have some Chinese food?

"By the way, Harry, didn't you say you would take me to the kitchens at Hogwarts?"

Hermione looked at Harry expectantly.

Harry scratched his head embarrassedly. There were so many things to do that he almost forgot about it.

"Harry, let's go. You just came back from Professor McGonagall. You must be nervous. Let's go and relax."

He put the envelope into his pocket, and the three of them hurriedly left the auditorium. Many people watched them leave, each with their own thoughts.

McGonagall's eyes were on Umbridge today. She was very quiet today, unusually quiet. She didn't jump around in front of her eyes like she did in the past, like a pink toad covered with bumps.

Lupin, who usually made a few bad remarks whenever they met, turned a blind eye to him. Judging from the past few days they had spent together, he was a mysophobe, had a sharp tongue, looked down on everyone equally, was a flatterer, and did not keep his word.

McGonagall felt overwhelmed when she thought about how many complaint letters her office had received. She had not expected such a strong reaction. Even some familiar friends wrote to her asking when Dumbledore would come back.

This made her a little alert. Could it be true that she would be replaced soon as he said yesterday? She was about to open her mouth to test it, but Lockhart interrupted her.

He looked at the little girl with long black hair at the front of the Ravenclaw table and spoke casually.

"Yesterday I was worried that the eight-eyed spiders would come again, so I went to the Forbidden Forest and found some west of the Quidditch pitch--"

Zhou Fu looked up suddenly and instantly met Lockhart's half-smile. In that instant, he blinked at her, and the meaning was self-evident.

"What did you find?"

McGonagall's curiosity was aroused, but it would be impolite to say anything halfway. Flitwick tiptoed and leaned forward in front of the dining table. He was very interested in these strange things.

Kettleburn, who was rarely seen and a legendary figure who still insisted on teaching Care of Magical Creatures despite more than 60 complaints, sat in Snape's former seat and knocked on his desk.

"Hurry up and tell me, hurry up and tell me, don't keep me in suspense, kid." He spoke to Lockhart in an extremely rude manner. Lupin on the side chuckled and McGonagall looked helpless. Whatever, look at him now. He contributed an arm and a leg to magical creatures. He is indeed a persistent and simple person.

This time, even Trelawney, a mysterious staff member of the Divination class who had no sense of existence, looked at the dazed Umbridge in fear, and then set his eyes on Lockhart.

He was very satisfied with himself being the center of attention and ignored Zhou Fu's death stare. He was just a second-grade wizard who was just lucky.

1Ariana, Dumbledore's sister, died in a scuffle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald when they were young, causing a split between the two.