Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Elliot stood behind the scenes, carefully holding up several microphones. He had never seen these things before and didn't know where Hermione came from.

Hermione in front was still going on, supported by an inexplicable force that made her fearless and even at ease.

Krum, who was sitting in the front row, had sparkling eyes. She was indeed the person he liked. Although she was immature, she was very outstanding.

The looks from the audience were varied, some were surprise, some were astonished, some were jealous, but more were appreciation and admiration. Miss Know-it-all from Gryffindor was a person with real ideals and ambitions.

Draco seemed to understand why Harry and Hermione could become good friends. Just as he could never learn to get along with house-elves on an equal footing, there was a gap between him and Harry.

Harry waited on the side, looking at the young figure in front of him. He seemed to see Hermione Granger before she traveled through time. She was the British Minister of Magic, and she was also awarded a knighthood by the British royal family.

Harry's heart sank for a moment, and although his expression was calm, he still looked at Hermione with a little scrutiny.

Hermione was still talking non-stop. She seemed to be getting more and more excited, and she was bringing a lot of her own emotions into the conversation. However, some people in the audience were not buying it. They actually did not have much interest in this activity. Instead, they believed that Harry was the leader and they were here to follow Harry.

Hermione was also keenly aware of this, and after she finished gracefully, she invited Harry to come up. At this time, Elliot ran out from behind with a microphone in his hand and forced it into Harry's hand.

Harry had seen this thing in his previous life. This microphone was equivalent to the wizard version of a loud voice, but this thing had no wires underneath. He shook it curiously.

"Good evening, everybody!"

There was only half an hour left before curfew. The students who had been unable to hold back and wanted to leave sat down again. Krum cast a critical eye on Harry. He knew that Harry was very strong, yes, but personal growth was not achieved by brute force alone.

There was a cheer from below, but Harry raised his hand to suppress it, and the noise became much quieter. Their fiery eyes were like those of crazy religious believers.

Dumbledore had a puzzled look on his face. He seemed to see the young Grindelwald in Harry. At that time, he also relied on his extremely powerful personal charm to conquer many heirs of ancient families and young elite wizards, who all followed his lead.

“I am very pleased that you have taken the time to attend our meeting this evening. I am deeply honored by this.”

Looking at the bright eyes below, Harry remembered what he had discussed with Hermione. She was responsible for introducing some activities and matters of the organization, and Harry was responsible for using his influence to mobilize them to participate in some activities and eliminate the prejudice against magical species.

This is one of Dumbledore's extensions of uniting various magical creatures.

Of course, we also need to improve everyone's strength. Harry remembered the small final exam of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that had been held in the first year. The venue should be good. He could discuss with Dumbledore and reopen the venue.

This kind of official tone of speech does not look out of place when it comes to him.

Harry knew very well that when anyone was in a group, his IQ would be lowered or raised to the average IQ of the group. The best way to arouse the masses was to use exaggerated tone and repeated words, constantly implanting them in their minds. Speech did not require in-depth logic.

Harry had studied these things before, in the courses offered by Gryffindor, and there were several classic Muggle books that talked about these things, and Harry tried to apply them.

He first raised a well-known problem to attract everyone's attention, and then introduced the background of the problem and the disasters it faced.

Everyone's heart was in tension, and this was exactly the effect he wanted.

At the same time, he kept adding some repetitive and passionate words to resonate with others, and the atmosphere on the field became more and more heated.

He changed his tone and focused on each individual, combining the original meaning of the establishment of this organization and comparing the current wizarding group to the oppressed house-elves group at the time. The wizards who are now about to face control and killing are just like the magical creatures that were persecuted at the time.

When put in the same situation, the more sentimental little wizards even wanted to fly to the owl shed immediately and write a letter home.

Draco was even slightly shaken, and he began to doubt whether he was really cruel?

What Harry wants is not to pit the groups against each other, but to unite all the forces, regardless of the distinction between colleges and races. Those who are hostile should be won over if possible, and those who can be suppressed should be suppressed. In order to resist foreign aggression, one must first stabilize the internal situation.

Dumbledore thought Harry should have done it at this moment. People will feel an incomparable sense of security in a group. The will of the group is an extremely powerful force. They will line up to rape women like a certain Asian in the East and break through the collective bottom line of mankind. At the same time, they will also burst out with the most precious qualities towards the martyrs worthy of respect.

The whole place was on fire, and everyone stood up excitedly. They raised their wands and followed Harry's movements, repeating and shouting over and over again.

The sound waves ignited Hogwarts, and it was destined to be a sleepless night.

When Harry announced the dissolution of the first meeting, everyone was reluctant to leave. They collectively reached a spiritual climax, and their brains became unified and strong, as if they were possessed.

Harry did not use any means. Perhaps it was some of the Hogwarts authority in his body that gave him an extra boost, or perhaps it was the old dragon's secret tricks in the gaps, or more likely it was all the things he had done in the past that, at this moment, had accumulated over time and the quantitative change had reached a qualitative change, gushing out all at once and making a sensation.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a complicated feeling, and at the same time he was very glad. He was glad that Harry was complex and kind, and had a bottom line in his heart. He once again confirmed Sybill Trelawney's prediction that the wizarding world would welcome him as its true savior.

Snape thought much more than Dumbledore. He looked at Harry with great worry in his heart. He glared at the old bee behind Dumbledore. He did not take his own responsibility, but instead threw it all on Harry's head.

This undoubtedly pushed Harry to the forefront. He was only a second-year wizard. Snape subconsciously ignored all the magical qualities of Harry. Parents never thought that their children would grow up, and every time they returned from a long journey, they would find that their children had become thinner.

Snape undoubtedly has this kind of mentality of an old father.

It took Harry a lot of effort to persuade everyone to leave. Ron sat in the back and hesitated. He didn't dare to move forward because he felt that he and Harry were from two different worlds.

Including Hermione.

His companions were too dazzling, and he would only appear dim next to them. The identity of a time traveler could not bring him much. He had no golden fingers, nor a strong magical talent. Just playing the role of the original Ron, learning to communicate fluently in English, and becoming a qualified little wizard who had lived in the magical world for more than ten years had already consumed all his energy.

Ron hesitated for a moment, but his trust in his friends and the friendship that had gone through some things supported him as he walked towards the shining Harry and Hermione.

"How was I just now?"

Harry sensed Ron's sensitivity and nudged him in the stomach with his elbow.

"It almost blinded my eyes."

Ron made a small joke and breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione directly assigned Ron a lot of things to do, forcing him to be busy and grow quickly. When the gap between friends gradually widened, they had to support each other if they wanted to move forward.

Ron said he was annoyed and didn't want to do it anymore, but in his heart he was very grateful to the two of them. These were true friends who made each other better.

Being afraid that your brothers will suffer, and being even more afraid that your brothers will drive a Land Rover, this is the most vivid metaphor for the complex and subtle human nature. However, a true friend will only be sincerely happy for your success, and will also pull you forward and urge you to move forward.

When Harry had fallen asleep, Ron turned on the small light in the bed curtains and racked his brain to solve the difficult problem Hermione had left for him, just as hard as he had in the previous school year.

He achieved top marks in Herbology, Astronomy, and History of Magic.

The impact of this rally was like a huge stone hitting a calm pond, causing a thousand waves.

Some clever people used the Photo Stone to secretly record the footage of Harry's speech, and then spread it privately. Some of it spread out of Hogwarts and came into the hands of the patriarchs of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families.

Grindelwald laughed as he looked at the photo stone in his hand. It was a pity that he couldn't see Dumbledore's expression at that time, which must have been wonderful and colorful.

Joining this organization has gradually become a status symbol, but Harry asked Hermione to temporarily stop recruiting.

"Why is this?"

Hermione was a little confused.

Looking at the little girl whose face was still very young, Harry sighed and explained his reasons.

"First, we can't manage so many people. We can't bite off more than we can chew. Second, if an organization wants to develop better, it must establish levels, promote people based on merit, and establish an elimination mechanism. Our current organizational structure is not perfect yet."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully. She looked at Harry with admiration. This was no different from an encyclopedia.

"at last--"

Ron also came over. He was very curious about what the last point would be.

"Look at the dark circles under your eyes. How long has it been since you last rested?"

Hermione touched herself and her eyelids in surprise, and her face turned red.

Ron shouted at the side, quite dissatisfied, "Brothers are connected with you, and you play tricks on your brothers. What are you doing?"

He almost couldn't breathe. How was this the same as picking up girls?

Are kids nowadays so mature?

Harry blinked mischievously and looked at Ron very seriously, "I think what you said a few days ago is right. Not only do I lose the ability to get angry, I can't even make jokes anymore."

I didn't expect that a casual remark I made a few days ago was taken to heart by Harry, who treated it well and even made changes because of it.

Ron felt respected and began to squirm.

Elliot opened his mouth wide. If it weren't for the protection of skin and fascia, he thought his jaw would have fallen on his shoe.

You are worthy of being the boss! Look at what he said, it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It was very difficult for Harry to travel these days. Every time he went out, he was stared at like a monkey. This kind of attention really distressed him, so the invisibility cloak that had been gathering dust in the drawer for a long time came in handy.

When Ron and Hermione were sitting in the front row of the Transfiguration class, a stool next to an empty seat was put down. No matter how many times Ron saw it, his heart couldn't bear it. He stretched out his arm, and felt something like cold water on his palm, which immediately grabbed him and pulled him down.

Harry was revealed with slightly messy hair, slightly red cheeks, and clear and bright eyes. His emerald green eyes were full of vitality, sweeping away the depression in his heart like a breeze.

Ron's anger died down immediately. "It's all the fault of those people. Don't they have their own lives anymore?"

He immediately changed his target, and Hermione, who had been listening to Ron's mumbling all the way, chuckled.

Ron was furious.

Hogwarts fell into a peaceful and tranquil time, and was in the process of intense preparation for the competition, while the world outside was in turmoil with countless rapids surging, but it was suppressed by the military forces stationed in various places and the Ministries of Magic of various countries.

On a remote island, the Muggle leaders, the long-standing families, Dumbledore's forces, the saints led by Grindelwald, and the rebel organization led by White You, had never imagined that a mysterious force was born.

It is not under anyone's control; it seems to be the condensed consciousness of countless people at the grassroots level.

The great road is fifty, the sky is four and nine, and people are one of them.

This army has no economic power, no elite wizards, no advanced weapons, and no cult organization. It is just an ordinary team organized consciously and autonomously by ordinary Muggles.

They came from various countries and regions, with different skin colors, languages, customs and beliefs, but at this moment they overcame their differences and became extremely united and powerful.

A white-haired old man stood up, and there stood a middle-aged man with white hair below.

"My dear family, wizards have descended from the sky, and the government has colluded with them to deprive us, the lower-class people, of our livelihoods, and we can only become food on their plates and live in misery. Some people hope to rely on their kindness to give us a way to survive, but I don't want that. We must take our destiny into our own hands!

Fight, fight, fight!"

The people below shared the same hatred and were united in fighting against the same enemy. They all gathered here because of the same experience. They were unarmed and brave, but their actions were terrifying.

There were two to three thousand people standing in a huge crowd below. They all raised their weapons at the same time. Some had swords and guns, some had sticks. The times were intertwined and history had come to a fork in the road.