Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood was extremely puzzled. He looked at his daughter in great shock. When the eyes that looked exactly like his wife looked at him, his heart sank.

"So do you still want to continue studying here? I respect your opinion."

"Yes, Dad, I love it here."

Lovegood remained silent. He stayed beside Luna, watching her eyes search for the legendary Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller that did not exist, and the harassment flies that flew around the ears of many people.

"They're all very conflicted right now - the world is full of nuisance flies."

As time went by, the crowd became more and more riotous. Some of them went in groups of two or three to ask Dumbledore for an accurate explanation, some strolled leisurely with their children to meet Hogwarts, and some people carried suitcases and children and tried to force their way through the border but failed.

There is no doubt that some of the prophecies of the wizarding world in the past have been confirmed at this moment. Grindelwald was released by Dumbledore himself, and it seems to be a well-founded plan.

They looked up at the two people standing in the middle of the castle gate. Behind Grindelwald followed a large group of saints wearing black cloaks and with an intimidating aura.

And the fat old man standing behind him was recognized by some knowledgeable people as the headmaster of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In an unexplored corner, the short figure suddenly appeared, looked around, and then squeezed through the crowd to Dumbledore's side.

Then, the water of the Black Lake suddenly erupted, and a gorgeous carriage stepped out of the water. On the carriage stood two slender girls in ice-blue clothes, with beautiful silver-white hair draped elegantly on their shoulders.

The carriage stopped on the lawn, and then a tall and elegant lady came out. She walked to the front and joined Dumbledore and his group who had gathered together.

Fudge also suddenly appeared at the border of Hogwarts, and behind him was Barty Crouch, which was an extremely special combination.

Seeing how harmoniously they get along, no one could imagine that they had competed for the position of Minister of Magic a few years ago.

More and more well-known magical figures from all walks of life gathered here. The restless crowd began to quiet down. The Hogwarts castle suddenly moved five kilometers away, and people gathered together unknowingly.

A circular platform is formed around it.

More and more people came here, including very vigilant werewolves, goblins with proud faces, tall giants hiding among the elves, and guests coming from afar in the East.

They were all wearing strange-looking robes with a bagua pattern in the middle. The leader had a shaved head, thick eyebrows, big eyes, yellow skin, and black hair. Behind him were a monk chanting sutras and a female warrior with a sword. A quick glance around showed a strong Indian style. The bright saris were draped on their heads, revealing only a pair of dark-colored, sparkling eyes.

It became increasingly quiet, and they all consciously looked towards the group of people in the middle. Some even immediately sent messages to their relatives, asking them to come to Hogwarts quickly.

The power of the magical world reached its peak of cohesion and concentration at this moment.

As for the little wizards, they stared with wide eyes as they watched the castle they had lived with day and night move away from them, and then suddenly appear on the grass.

Zhou Fu was sleeping peacefully, but she didn't expect that the outside world suddenly became brighter. The dazzling sunlight shone on her trembling eyelashes, and then it became cool again. A familiar feeling quickly approached.

Zhou Fu suddenly opened his eyes——

Oh! My lord father.

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut looked at the petite girl lying on the lawn with a half-smile.

Zhou Fu ran away.

When Harry woke up, he found the entire castle empty. Even the portraits had lost their former charm and were hanging motionless and stiff on their frames.

Dobby suddenly appeared, "Master! Are you awake?"

"Dobby, where did all those people in the castle go?" Harry rubbed his forehead, a little confused.

"They're all on the lawn."

Draco's voice suddenly appeared. He was sweating profusely, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and his platinum hair was wet and stuck into clumps.

He never mentioned how panicked he was when the door of the school infirmary that was about to open suddenly turned into an empty lawn.

"Cleaned up."

As a breeze blew by, all of Draco's sweat dried up, and then a burst of lemon scent wafted from his clothes.

"Wow, Harry! You've improved again."

Draco looked at Harry with his eyes sparkling, and Harry turned his head away slightly embarrassedly.

"So what are they doing?"

"I don't know either, but many important figures in the wizarding world came." Draco recalled the scene he saw.

Harry got out of bed, opened the window of the school infirmary, and looked out from afar, but found that the group of people were not far from the castle. He listened attentively to everyone's voice, which suddenly amplified it.

A little fat man tried hard to get to the center of the crowd, waving happily at the old man of the same size as him. But when he saw the tall and thin man standing next to him, he instantly bent his waist and his expression became cautious.

"Then let's go down too."

"it is good--"

"Harry!"

Not long after he stepped out of the door, the voices of Hermione and Ron gradually got closer and closer, and then they flew into Harry's arms at a speed like a gust of wind, with crying voices. Harry stretched out his arms to catch them, and looked up at Ron, who had just stopped with red eyes.

Draco rolled his eyes cleverly and lashed out at the two people who suddenly appeared a thousand times.

"Why are you back?"

"We know you're still unconscious, and we're afraid something might have happened—"

Ron interrupted. He looked around but didn't see Dudley. His heart sank for a moment. What this perverted guy had done was still fresh in his mind.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Harry's tone changed, and Draco noticed it keenly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Dumbledore chatted with several headmasters around for a long time. He took a look and saw Fudge, who was standing not far away, followed by several Aurors, with a conspicuous sign hanging around his neck. He felt relieved.

"Minister Fudge, do you know what Dumbledore is trying to do by doing this?"

Barty Crouch has always been known for his selflessness, especially after he personally sent his son to Azkaban prison, he became even more famous and known to everyone.

At this moment, he was frowning and looking at Dumbledore in the center of the field and the forces surrounding him.

Fudge smiled bitterly, as if he was a little distressed, with anger suppressed in his eyes that others could not detect. Barty Crouch keenly caught this and suppressed the excitement and excitement in his heart.

"I don't know, and I don't know what he is going to do. But after all, he is the greatest white wizard in the world today, has won the Order of Merlin, First Class, and holds several important positions as Headmaster Dumbledore."

Barty Crouch could hear the sarcastic tone in Fudge's voice. He said casually, "My son once told me that Snape was very trusted by Voldemort, but after he fell, Dumbledore personally vouched for him."

His eyes were fixed on Snape, who was wandering around, apparently looking for someone, and his eyes were filled with anger and pain of betrayal.

Fudge looked at Barty Crouch strangely. Wasn't this the thing he was most reluctant to mention? Why did he say it so openly?

Barty Crouch seemed to sense the loophole in his words and immediately changed the subject.

Snape was calling Harry frantically in his mind. He didn't know what Dumbledore was going to do next, but he definitely didn't want Harry to miss such a significant moment.

"Is it true? It's true."

On the other side of the ocean, in a dim room, several middle-aged men in their forties and fifties, wearing expensive custom-made suits, sat in front of a large white screen, watching a young wizard in a black wizard robe tinkering with instruments in front of them.

“Will we actually see that?”

"Really, you are about to see all the magical creatures in the wizarding world, as well as the small group of people who are in absolute leadership positions in the wizarding world."

"Why did you betray me?"

One of the men was very rude. He crossed his legs, leaned back relaxedly on the cushion, held a cigar in his mouth, and looked with disdain at the boy who was simply dressed and looked less than 20 years old.

The young man was not angry. He happily fiddled with the instrument in his hand and ignored the questions from the group of people.

"you!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the man's mouth was quickly sealed, his cheeks flushed red, veins on his neck bulged, and then he fell from the sofa onto the soft blanket, struggling and rolling desperately.

Everyone present was terrified. They were trembling with fear and then said nothing. They watched the picture gradually light up on the screen, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse.

"Quiet--"

When Harry and the other three arrived at the periphery, Dumbledore stood on the white round platform in the center and began to speak.

They all turned their eyes to Dumbledore. The dark green of the Forbidden Forest in the distance mixed with the hazy pink, completely covering half of the sky. Looking inside from the gaps between the trees, there was only endless darkness, and pairs of glowing eyes hidden in the darkness.

"First of all, please allow me to introduce the guests present here."

After reading a long and complicated list of names, the Weasley twins were surprised to find that the chubby boy was very familiar with the headmaster of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Famous people from all over the world gathered here, as well as all kinds of magical creatures. Dumbledore didn't know how he had invited them here. The entire venue had become a natural meeting place, and every few steps around the venue, there stood a saint covered in a black wizard robe.

Dumbledore conjured up white chairs one after another and invited the distinguished guests to take their seats. The goblins from Gringotts took a reluctant look at the white chairs under their buttocks and muttered to themselves, "These were obviously made by our ancestors, and the wizards spent a few gold galleons and wanted to snatch them away."

His words were met with a fierce glare from Snape who was standing beside him.

A vacuum glass cover suddenly rose up next to the white round platform under Dumbledore's feet. Inside the cover was a crystal clear ice-blue flower. With the appearance of the flower, the pink mist floating over the Forbidden Forest quickly receded.

Snape stood up excitedly. He knew better than anyone else what this flower meant.

"I believe everyone must be very confused. What is the purpose of today's gathering?"

There was a whisper from below. Lucius was standing below. He did not choose to go up and sit in his seat. Instead, he hid in the crowd in a low profile, staring straight at the flower.

Dumbledore sighed deeply, and the fiery red Fawkes stood on his shoulder.

This move attracted the attention of many people, and their hearts were in their throats. The rumors in recent years were really disturbing.

And now seems to have come to this moment, the critical juncture where the answer is about to be revealed.

Hermione, who was following behind Harry, saw this scene and somehow her eyes fell on Harry's back. She didn't want to think too much. Based on her years of experience in reading novels, Harry was too suspicious.

Ron had long realized one thing: they were the center of the story of the entire world, and Harry was the key node in the development of this story.

Harry suddenly appeared, blending silently into the crowd. Dudley stared at her back and tilted his head.

"I am very sorry to tell you a truth. The end of the world is coming. We are about to face a huge catastrophe. No one can escape it."

It was like a drop of water dripping into an oil pan and exploding with a bang. Even Bellatrix, who was hiding in the Forbidden Forest, suddenly straightened her body. She glanced at her handsome master who looked decades younger, and looked towards the crowd gathered in the distance.

But these words did not leave any trace in her heart, and she came behind Tom respectfully, "Master, we can kill a few people to announce your return."

Then she knelt on the ground and raised her arms, revealing the dark mark that was wriggling and getting darker.

"Oh, no, thank you."

Tom touched the non-existent sweat on his forehead. Strictly speaking, his methods in the other world were extremely similar to his own, but his behavior was quite brutal and unruly. Look at what he had done to this good girl.

Umbridge was lying on the lawn when she suddenly woke up, the horrible memories of having her body taken control of flooding her mind rapidly.

She screamed, looked at Harry who was trying to squeeze into the crowd, then glanced at the people gathered around her, and felt a surge of fear.

She decided to expose everything. She was ruined, her career, her grand ambitions, her noble personal dignity, she was ruined by this little devil, so she also wanted to destroy Harry Potter!