Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The next day, Harry got up early and went to training with the other seven people who were selected.

When he arrived at the Great Hall, Hermione and Ron were already in their seats, Elliot was chatting happily with them, and Dudley was sitting off to the side, obviously joining in the fun, the atmosphere was peaceful.

Harry felt a little lonely, with a slight strange feeling in his heart. Draco walked over from the side, followed by Cedric.

"Good morning, our dear team leader! Do you have any instructions for the next organizational training?"

The three rounds of competition took about seven or eight days in total, and the rest of the time was used to train the eight selected members. Dumbledore gave this task to Harry, expressing his great confidence in his ability, and then waved his hand and drove him out of the office.

Harry's appeal was not responded to, but instead he got a lot of tasks.

"Let me think about it. I plan to let Professor Moody continue to guide our training."

"Moody?"

Cedric was a little surprised, the strange face and the limping figure appeared in his mind.

"Didn't the professor say that he would be very busy next and would have to protect the wizards outside? Some Muggles have been resisting quite strongly recently."

Cedric frowned. His father sent him a letter, explaining the latest situation in detail to his son. They were father and son, as well as the most trusted partners.

Harry also knew the situation, "Of course it's the first day. He does leave soon, so we have to get her to help while he's still in school."

Cedric understood. This was exploitation.

"That's a reasonable use of Professor Moody's spare time, right?"

The two of them felt a sense of mutual appreciation for each other in an instant.

Draco was standing aside, his teeth began to ache again. He was a little unwilling to accept it, wondering who had cast the spell that attacked him during the game? He suspected almost all the professors present at the school, but later it was proved that they were not the ones who did it.

Draco is very confident in his own abilities, and he believes that a wizard who hasn't even graduated yet will not let him down.

Harry had just walked into the cafeteria when he was pulled away by the team members. After he finished talking to Cedric, he saw that the people who were selected yesterday were already waiting quietly in the back, ready to go.

Professor Moody wiped his mouth contentedly, picked up his suitcase, then took out a wine flask from his pocket, took a sip, said hello to Dumbledore and the professors, then walked downstairs, and then came to the door of the auditorium. He saw Harry and the group gathered around him, and then his temples began to throb.

"Okay, let's go."

Yesterday, little Harry knocked on the door late at night and bothered him for a long time.

Looking at his chubby cheeks and pitiful eyes, and thinking of the years of companionship, the thoughtful gifts Harry sent him at Christmas, and the greetings he sent him every month, Moody thought, this must be a family member.

He patted Harry on the shoulder and motioned them to the lawn.

Many people's eyes were focused here, including Ron, who was happily chatting with Elliot, and Hermione, whose cheeks were flushed and extremely excited. They only realized at this moment that no one sat in the middle seat this morning.

Ron moved aside and Hermione tightened her legs. There was a seat, and on the empty table was a plate with Harry's favorite treacle pie on it. It was still warm because Hermione had cast a heat preservation spell on it.

"He probably didn't have time to eat breakfast this morning?"

Ron smiled bitterly. No one knew what Dudley was thinking, but he looked like he was enjoying the show. The friendship between these kids was so fragile.

Hermione nodded. This was a gap that could not be made up by hard work and diligence. Harry had walked too fast and too far. Apart from the dormitory and the Gryffindor dormitories, and the connection she forced herself to establish with Harry, they did not have much in common and their common topics became very few.

Elliot suddenly turned his head, looking surprised and delighted.

"Hey, what are you two thinking about?"

Suddenly a familiar voice sounded.

"Harry!"

The two men shouted in surprise, and Ron almost knocked over the plate next to him in excitement. Harry reacted quickly, silently and without a move, and immediately fixed the plate firmly on the table.

Harry enjoyed this tone very much. He felt that he was valued and very important in their hearts.

He traveled through time and space, and their friendship had lasted for almost twenty years in his heart, but in this world they had only known each other for more than a year. Such a huge difference in emotions made Harry naturally at a disadvantage when it came to maintaining this friendship.

Those who are moved are the first to lose. The more they pay and the more they care, the greater the cost of silence.

Dudley curled his lips, feeling a little jealous. He had just asserted that they would not be able to keep in touch for long. Now it seemed that even though they cared about each other so much, the key thing was that they both still had their mouths open.

Harry told them honestly about his discomfort. Ron and Hermione were a little surprised, but very happy in their hearts. If they didn't care, why would they be jealous?

Elliot was so flattered that he pointed at his nose and repeated it over and over again.

"Harry, do you think I would abandon you?"

He emphasized the word "abandon" and the corners of his mouth rose slightly in satisfaction. He didn't know when he regarded Harry as a friend and Harry also regarded him as a friend.

Harry wondered why he had revealed his thoughts to them without thinking. Now that he thought about it -

He ran away in a hurry, at the fastest speed in his life, and put the treacle pie that Hermione and Ron had left for him into his pocket, his heart pounding. Humans are emotional and social animals. They get to know each other, themselves and others through interpersonal relationships.

Dumbledore saw everything and felt a little regretful that such a young kid knew how to properly deal with the barriers between people, but he, an old man who had lived for nearly a hundred years, was too shy to speak up.

His blood alliance with Grindelwald has not been broken. To be precise, since he came to this world, the blood alliance between him and Grindelwald has begun to slowly be repaired.

Forget it, this is just exercise among the little kids. Now he is under pressure and it is very difficult to maintain his daily teaching work.

Under such extreme circumstances, some forward-looking governments have begun to mobilize all the power of the country and started to concentrate on building secret bases. They have mobilized a large number of scholars and experts to record human civilization, and they use their most advanced technology in the hope of preserving these things.

They continuously launch rockets into outer space, sending out one record after another containing information about civilization. The fire of civilization is now flickering, and a hurricane may come at any time, and it will become dim under the last light until it disappears.

There are also some extremists in the world who accept this news very quickly. They are so anxious about this fucked up world that they want to learn from a certain lady's wise move and send signals to outer space, asking them to quickly send Lin to clean up this dirty place.

It’s okay to be alive or to be dead, how ridiculous!

People of the same species are like mortal enemies to each other. Those at the top think that those at the bottom are just ordinary ants, and regard all parts of their bodies as commodities that can be bought and sold. This class is born from a whole.

People who don't see clearly think that it is just the bad nature of a few people. After digging out the rotten flesh, they will be a united and progressive whole again.

People who can see clearly will find that this is a historical vicious cycle and there is no way to avoid it. Just as the bourgeoisie was born from the proletariat, those high-ranking landlords were just simple people who faced the loess and backs to the sky decades ago. When they reached a certain stage, they began to consciously learn to exploit others, and this will never change.

Dumbledore began to face the crazy counterattack of these people. They did not want to live, but just wanted to drag everyone to death together. This extremely persistent and simple idea made all threats and inducements become helpless in front of them.

They are strong because they have no desires. At this moment, they are the most unshakable group on earth and even in the universe.

As soon as Dumbledore came out of Hogwarts, he teleported to an abandoned farm in the suburbs of London, England, where several Aurors were waiting for him with serious expressions.

These people are all good players in the team. They have been through many battles and have rich experience in dealing with all kinds of vicious dark wizards. They have also applied to join the Order of the Phoenix and have extremely firm beliefs in Dumbledore and saving the human world.

When they saw Dumbledore coming, a tattered boot dangled in front of them. It was a portkey. Their location this time was a small village in Iceland, which was said to have the loneliest church in the world. The red house stood at the end of the road, and everyone with some eye problems had seen it.

At this time, the local government of Iceland planned to promote it as a tourist destination, but at this moment some unimaginable and unexpected changes occurred.

With a whoosh, several of them disappeared from the spot. Dumbledore hated this way of traveling. He felt like there was a sharp iron hook hooking his belly button. The food that had just made its home in his stomach now gave him the desire and impulse to run away from home.

Dumbledore hurried over to mediate and agreed to a number of things, including not allowing the use of such tools again. He only breathed a sigh of relief after signing thirty treaties.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the concerned eyes of several people. In order to maintain his image of wisdom and omnipotence, he suppressed the urge to vomit. Several people who were still there began to awkwardly find topics to talk about.

"Have you decided on the candidates for your school? How is the training going?"

Olympe Maxime had just written a letter to Dumbledore, telling him about these things, and Igor Karkaroff recently felt that the black membrane mark on his arm was getting hotter and hotter, and that person seemed to be coming back. He was very frightened, so he ran here to ask Dumbledore for help.

Even though the end of the world is coming, they may not necessarily win, but when Voldemort comes, he will definitely die, and the traitor who betrayed the Death Eaters will definitely be the first one to be killed.

Karkaroff was very self-aware, so he did not expose Dumbledore's poor demonstration. Instead, he cooperated on the surface, but in his heart he was very eager to build a wizard's paradise.

The reason why they are so passive now is because of the treatment they receive from being called Muggles. In his opinion, those Muggles will die if they want to, they are just a group of lowly people, and there is no need to waste his energy and time on them.

This is also the mainstream thinking of a part of the wizarding world. They have given up resistance and are facing extremely powerful enemies with an extremely strong desire to survive. Some pure-blood families have agreed to cooperate with Dumbledore on the surface, but have secretly begun to form small groups one after another to explore secret places on the earth that have never been set foot on, hoping to find a paradise.

Dumbledore easily ignored this topic. He certainly understood what these people were thinking. In fact, he also wanted to stay in Hogwarts. He was a failed headmaster.

Looking at the increasing number of wizards and Moody who was rushing over breathlessly, he really wanted to bend down. Such pressure made it difficult for him to breathe. How could life and death depend on one person?

Their blind trust made him want to run away, especially since among the people he wanted to save there were some fools who wanted to drag others to death with them.

This greatly undermined his faith.

More and more people came. When Grindelwald appeared, the two gathered together. The wizards around them quieted down. They took out their wands and cast countless armors on themselves, forming an arc. There were also some people in military uniforms in the middle. They carried the most advanced weapons in the world and had a small thing in their ears. Unfortunately, they didn't know that it was of no use.

What on earth had brought all these forces together? What had those people done to make everyone feel like they were facing a formidable enemy?

The temperature in Iceland is so cold that every breath you exhale turns into mist.

At this time of year, almost November, this place is approaching polar night. The boundless darkness covers the place, and the occasional beautiful aurora cannot alleviate the panic in people's hearts.

Newt, who came out from Antarctica, and his eldest grandson were now mixed in the back of the crowd. Their target was Dumbledore, and there was a hint of eagerness in their eyes.

"Is this news reliable?"

Newt was a little uncertain. He doubted his grandson's ability to gather information, but he wanted to satisfy his curiosity, so he had to bite the bullet and come to such a dangerous place.