Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Harry, Harry, get up, we should go exercise--"

Harry lay in bed, and it felt like only a few seconds had passed before it was time to get up again.

He struggled to lift his body, but to no avail. Fortunately, there were some sobering potions in the drawer next to him, and he swallowed them in one breath.

The three people next to him had already put on their clothes and were looking at him worriedly.

"What are you looking at me for?" Harry was a little amused and drove them out one after another. "You go first, I'll be there soon. Remember to pack up today's books."

Seamus walked away first, holding Neville's hand. Ron looked back every time he walked, obviously worried.

"You didn't come back last night?"

Ron got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When he passed by Harry's bed, he found that his bed was clean and the quilt was neatly folded.

Harry nodded and drank half a tube of the glow potion. Ron took two steps at a time and appeared in front of Harry, his eyes filled with undisguised curiosity.

"What is this? Let me have a taste too."

"The glow potion, the one Malfoy drinks every day."

Ron nodded, took the small half tube from Harry, and drank it in one breath, his spirits were very good and his eyes were bright.

"How much is this per tube?"

"Three gold Galleons."

"Will it still work if I spit it out now?" Ron swallowed and smiled bitterly.

"Okay, let's go and eat. Hermione probably can't wait."

Harry, carrying his schoolbag, followed Ron out of the Gryffindor dormitory, glanced at the complaining Dudley, and headed straight for the hall.

The hall seemed to be especially crowded today, and there was no food on the table, but towels and bottled water for each person were placed on it. These were placed on the table by the house elves two hours in advance, and Harry saw them when he passed by.

As usual, Dumbledore appeared at the teachers' table, with Grindelwald and the other three headmasters of the magic school standing on his left and right.

"Good morning, children!"

Although Dumbledore stayed up all night, he looked energetic and in high spirits.

"Facing the early morning sun, we arrived at our daily routine."

The Weasley twins shouted in dissatisfaction from the audience, but no one stopped them. On the contrary, their outrageous behavior represented the voices of some people, including Snape, whose face was as black as if he had been stepped on by a troll.

"In order to add some fun to your boring study life and to test your learning results, Hogwarts will join forces with Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to hold a competition in a month. The winner will be jointly awarded 1,000 Galleons by the four schools, as well as the opportunity to intern at the Ministry of Magic during the holidays."

The little wizards in the audience were immediately excited, but this was not the end. "In order to ensure the fairness of the competition and to determine the strongest among the four schools, we will spend half a month together. During this half month, the four schools will get to know each other. After half a month, each school will select eight representatives to compete in three games. The one with the highest score in each game will enter the final."

At three major schools in the United States, France, and Germany (Northern Europe), a large water curtain appeared in a conspicuous place at this time, and the relevant school leaders organized students to watch it online.

This was an event that attracted worldwide attention, with Muggles still in the process of accepting wizards, and the wizards themselves setting their sights on this event.

Like the canceled Triwizard Tournament many years ago, this competition is highly anticipated and extremely dangerous.

After the competition was announced, the students who were still dozing off immediately became alert. Most of the leaders above had left, and they all needed to return to their respective schools first and organize a group of people to come to Hogwarts to study together.

Dumbledore looked at the people who were full of energy. "I don't know the selection criteria of the other three schools, but one of the criteria for Hogwarts is physical fitness."

These words caused an uproar, and anyone with a little ambition and idea wanted to get one of the eight places in each school.

No, maybe for Hogwarts, there is already a place reserved.

Ron came up to Harry and asked cryptically, "You're going to participate, right?"

The voice of this sentence was not loud, but the small area centered around Harry fell silent. Harry Potter was undoubtedly a very strong competitor.

"Well, I can't."

Harry shook his head regretfully. Before leaving, Dumbledore had already told him about this matter and informed him that he could not participate in the selection.

"Why!"

Ron himself also planned to fight for it. If Harry was among the eight people, he would feel much safer.

Ron's voice was louder, so more people noticed this area.

Harry put his mouth close and whispered.

"I am one of the staff responsible for organizing this competition, so I cannot participate."

Ron was now deflated. He looked at Harry with a hint of resentment. While people were still fighting for a spot, Harry was already at another level.

Hermione understood the situation, her eyes lit up, "Then can you help us train?"

Ron nodded violently, almost hitting his chin into his chest. Although it was exaggerated, it was enough to prove Ron's desire to participate in the competition.

Harry nodded.

Not only Harry and the other two were discussing this matter, almost all the members were ready to make a move. Professor McGonagall looked at the ambitious young wizard who wanted to become stronger with satisfaction, and gradually she came to agree with some of the views and opinions of Slytherin House.

In extraordinary times, extraordinary things need to be done. Courage is essential, but the inner motivation to fight and grab is also indispensable. She was very happy to see that even a small number of Hufflepuffs began to stir, not to mention Slytherin. Ravenclaw was calm and composed, but also determined to win.

Everyone's running this morning was particularly powerful. With the external crisis and the inner ambitions, everyone in Hogwarts was growing rapidly.

The impact of wizards actively integrating into ordinary Muggles is still fermenting. A breeze fanned by a butterfly on the west coast of Country M crosses the Pacific Ocean and turns into huge waves.

They were like low-profile squibs, desperately trying every possible means to gain magic power. The better ones used money to buy the bodies of some dead wizards at high prices, while the worse ones kidnapped some young wizards who were out alone and had no other means.

The Ministries of Magic of various countries responded quickly. They joined forces with high-ranking Muggles and quickly wiped out several illegal experimental organizations with lightning speed. They also controlled some key members in charge of nuclear bombs and secretly confronted some people.

"If such a situation occurs again, before the catastrophe comes, we will control the nuclear bombs and bombard all places where humans gather, and everyone will perish together."

This threat was so powerful that some people who were ready to make a move immediately gave up their thoughts. The sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's head was now controlled by the wizard.

All we can say is that Grindelwald made sufficient preparations. The moment he saw the future, he left Nurmengard and secretly lurked in the Muggle world.

The saints led by Grindelwald and a considerable number of members of the Order of the Phoenix united together. They used the advantage of dimensionality reduction to win over some people, divide some people, and attack some people.

Breaking the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy at this point in time, it has to be said that although Dumbledore's decision was hasty, it was by no means reckless. The situation gradually improved, and the wizarding world seemed to be on the verge of a stable landing.

There are also some very smart people in the Muggle world. Although wizards are superior to others, they are only powerful in magic. When it comes to conspiracy, they are rather clumsy.

Those at the bottom of society, who don't have much magic power and have low social status, become the targets they attract, and those from Knockturn Alley are an especially good choice.

And "Fudge", that is, Kingsley, was appointed by Dumbledore to increase the number of Auror patrols recently to monitor around Knockturn Alley.

Lucius walked quickly. He used a large number of Galleons to open the Floo Network and connected to a shop in Knockturn Alley.

Although he liked doing business with Muggles, he didn't like them to extend their hands too far. As one of the twenty-eight sacred pure-blood families, his contempt and disgust for Muggles were ingrained in his bones.

When it comes to dealing with Muggle forces, he will always be Dumbledore's best hidden sword.

After all, he has been doing business secretly with the Muggle world for many years, and on the surface he is still the leader of the Malfoy family. He has the best identity both openly and secretly.

This time he came in a hurry after receiving a report from a shopkeeper in Knockturn Alley. Borgin and Burke told him by owl that several people who looked like Squibs came to a black clinic under the escort of several wizards.

Lucius was very angry. After the wizarding world was exposed, some top Muggle officials came to him in the hope of getting some healing potions. Having a potion master like Snape as a friend, it was easy for him to make such a small request, but he was called here by a letter. He thought about the huge amount of gold Galleons that were being lost every minute.

Lucius' lungs felt like they were about to explode.

Everything that happened here was reported to Dumbledore by Fudge. Dumbledore was in the headmaster's office, drinking tea, eating crispy snacks, and slowly flipping through the information.

Suddenly the shadow of the table began to change, and Tom appeared.

"How are you doing over there? Has anyone contacted you?"

"I led the remaining Death Eaters to the vicinity of the destroyed laboratories, but did not see the group of people."

"Does that group of people know that you are on my side? That's why they refuse to show up."

"It shouldn't be." Tom reviewed it carefully in his mind. Shouldn't a troublesome force like them roaming in the wizarding world be contacted first?

It was like a three-year-old child reporting a gold shop in a busy city. Dumbledore was a little troubled that he ignored such conspicuous wealth.

He never expected that it was not that the group of people were unwilling to do it, but the key was that the leader was too difficult to deal with.

If their master came and saw Voldemort joining their organization, their fate would probably not be good.

Bai You had a headache. He was particularly envious of the power brought by Voldemort, but he had no choice but to accept their possible fate. His body trembled violently.

"what happened to you?"

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay."

Bai You patted the shoulder of the little boy next to him and said, "Speed ​​up the progress in Knockturn Alley and disrupt Dumbledore's sight. This time we have to find those gates before them."

The little boy was about to go out when Bai You called him, "By the way," he narrowed his eyes and looked unhappy.

"Find those icy blue flowers before they do and destroy them all, leaving no one behind."

The little boy paused for a moment and whispered, "Okay, boss."

Time passed quickly. In that afternoon alone, various schools selected nearly forty outstanding students from every grade. They came to Hogwarts, accompanied by some famous and excellent teachers.

Professors started a competition in various subjects. Even Lockhart, who had been lazy for a long time, perked up. Sybill Trelawney, who usually fooled around in her studies, tried her best to show her abilities and live up to the reputation of her ancestors. However, her brilliant language skills would only show up when she was not conscious.

Professor McGonagall and Snape won easily. Their classes were very popular among the young wizards from other schools. Even if Snape was in a bad mood, his selfless contribution to the improvement of some potions and his deep thinking in class were very beneficial to others.

Students from four schools gathered together, and a lot of things happened. The outstanding students from each school quickly became known to the public. Cedric from Hufflepuff became the most popular person in Hogwarts. Compared to Malfoy's slightly arrogant personality, Cedric the Hufflepuff was more likable.

"Harry, why didn't you say anything? No one in that school knows you."

Elliot stood beside Harry with a fuss, his arms folded, speaking up for Harry. He excitedly introduced his elder brother whom he met at Hogwarts to the people in his college and told them about Harry's heroic deeds.

But no one paid any attention to him. Instead, they mocked him and asked him if he had lost his mind due to sleep.

Elliot had never suffered such injustice before, so after returning that day, he began to encourage Harry to show his strength and beat up those who looked down on him.

Harry patted the fat boy's shoulder in amusement, "I have a lot of things to do recently. How did your selection go? Are you confident that you can join the Hogwarts team?"

Elliot was speechless all of a sudden. He ran to the side with the plate in his arms, embarrassed. "I just remembered that I haven't brought my textbooks for this afternoon. I have to go first, otherwise it will be too late."

Harry looked at the fat boy's hurriedly fleeing back with amusement. Although he understood his thoughts, he now had more in mind.

There were still a lot of things to do after dinner. Harry felt a headache when he thought of the tasks Dumbledore assigned to him. He really wanted to throw these things to the leisurely old bee.