Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Ron put his head over and put his ear close to Harry, eager to know what was going on.

The Weasley twins abandoned Peeves who was entangled with them and turned to sit next to Harry, almost squeezing Hermione out.

Hermione looked at them with disapproval.

The twins returned a playful smile.

Harry's long eyelashes brushed across his lower eyelids and he blinked slightly. He soon realized that the news of this incident would spread rapidly around the world and no one had the ability to conceal it.

However, some things are better not to be said.

The Gryffindor dormitory suddenly became quiet. After such a restless afternoon, someone who knew the story was finally found, and many young wizards listened attentively.

"Principal Dumbledore and wizards from several other countries have joined forces with Muggles to strangle the reactionary forces."

The whole thing was summed up in one sentence. Some younger people gasped. Colin had a camera hanging around his neck and his hands were ready to move.

This was such valuable first-hand information. Harry sensed the crisis and looked at Colin, who had no choice but to put his restless hands under his legs.

"Did it succeed in the end?"

Harry considered his words carefully, "Of course it was successful, otherwise how could we have returned safely?"

yeah--

There was a burst of cheers in the dormitory. Everyone was very excited and started shouting, "I knew it would be like this."

"But Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Soon, a suffocating silence spread in the dormitory again. Although they did not have any advanced magic, it was the first time they saw the principal in such a weak condition. This made them feel a dense and tormenting sense of uneasiness.

"The principal just overused his magic and is a little weak. Don't forget that he is already nearly 100 years old."

Having found such a "reasonable" excuse, everyone generally accepted it. They all subconsciously chose to forget the fact that the normal lifespan of wizards is 200 years. Dumbledore's current age is equivalent to that of Muggles in their s or s, which is the time when he is at the peak of his power.

At this time, many owls suddenly appeared in the sky above Hogwarts.

A small group broke away from the main group and rushed to the Gryffindor dormitory, while most of the group went to the auditorium, and it was crowded.

Ginny was leaning against the window at this time. She was the first person to notice the situation, so she manually opened the entire window. The noise coming from this side attracted the attention of most people in the room.

Harry and Ginny's eyes met, and they felt an inexplicable throbbing and burning in their hearts, and they immediately turned their heads away.

The owls flew into the hands of many people. The sound of newspapers being opened and sobbing followed one after another, which made Harry feel something was wrong.

Ron was currently holding a letter and a Daily Prophet in his hands.

"Isn't the Daily Prophet published every day? How come it's almost evening--"

"Is your Errol lost?"

Errol heard this and flew to Harry's shoulder, poking him hard a few times.

Although it is old, its business level is unquestionable.

"Harry--Harry~"

Ron's voice was trembling at this moment. Hermione pursed her lips tightly, almost forming a white line, when she saw the newspaper. She said nothing, looking a bit like Professor McGonagall.

"what happened?"

"A nuclear bomb fell on Iceland, and no wizard survived."

This is really a sensational slogan, and it is creepy when written in a weird font on the newspaper.

Below this huge title is a picture of a mushroom cloud. There is a ferocious monster vaguely visible inside the mushroom cloud. Although it is a bit blurry, it still gives people a great impact. Many people do not realize that the real crisis is not the nuclear bomb, but the monster inside.

At this time, only a small wave of owls came, but soon many more came. They rushed into the dormitory like crazy, and the entire Hogwarts was attacked by a group of owls.

Someone asked if Dumbledore had died? But the Ministry of Magic kept it a secret. Someone asked if Harry Potter had died in the disaster? They even took out a photo that they didn't know where they got it from.

Harry was now dueling with a man in a black cloak.

There is also a terrifying news that grows along with the fear, the dark devil is back -

He brought his powerful team of Death Eaters and began to strengthen his influence around the world. Regarding this news, their great White Lord did not disclose a single cent to the public.

Although there are no photos of Voldemort, the scene of Bella, the crazy woman killing people, was filmed. When you see the picture, you can seem to hear her crazy screams.

Neville held the newspaper in his hands with trembling hands. Harry quickly scanned every line of the front page headline. The writer of this story seemed to have experienced this incident and he wrote some details very clearly.

Even the appearance of the time turner is described, but this detail is not presented to the public. Those who are sensitive and meticulous can see it at a glance.

The dense text shocked Harry's nerves, and he seemed to be back in that helpless afternoon. The images on the TV were playing in a loop, and he was leaning against the wall alone, watching the light getting farther and farther away from him.

And at the end of the article, when the words "Rita Skeeter, special correspondent for the Daily Prophet" appeared, Harry's anger instantly rose.

She is the only one who is tired of living - but isn't she afraid that her secret will be exposed?

Looking at the changing expression on Harry's face, Ron seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted. His cheeks turned pale, and the blood instantly disappeared. "So, so these are true?"

"Some of it is true, but a considerable part of it is made up by the author."

Ron also saw the signature at the end of the article and knew that the whole fact would definitely be exaggerated, but some things could not be faked.

"So there really is a nuclear bomb?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded.

Some half-blood wizards have heard of the power of this thing. Although they believe that magic is very powerful, they cannot withstand the attack of such a powerful weapon.

However, some wizards from pure-blood families did not take it seriously. They thought there was nothing to be afraid of from a mere dead object.

"Don't worry," Harry walked to a higher place, and his words were deliberately magnified to attract the wizards present.

"All the nuclear warheads in the human world have been controlled by wizards, so don't worry."

"So what about this attack?"

"This attack is part of our plan. We must completely wipe out all reactionary forces."

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, but those senior wizards who were capable of thinking and were about to enter society looked at each other knowingly, and then hurriedly wrote letters, urging the owl to fly to their families.

Although they are reckless, they are not fools.

Who can control a nuclear warhead? There are probably only a few people in the entire wizarding world.

Who would believe if Dumbledore said he had no control over these atomic bombs?

The news about Harry spread quickly in Hogwarts. They walked out of the Gryffindor dormitory one after another and ran to their familiar friends.

Harry sighed heavily and sank into the soft sofa.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?"

Looking at Hermione's worried eyes, he looked at the sky outside the window which was already darkening.

Harry pulled himself together again, "Let's go to dinner."

"what?"

"Are you really okay?" Ron and Hermione asked in unison, as they stayed beside Harry.

"What can I possibly do? This is such an exciting adventure."

"But, but your arm—"

Harry lowered his head and saw that a thin red line suddenly emerged from his black wizard robe and began to spin and dance in the air.

Harry was horrified, grabbed the red line, looked at the two people with a wry smile, "I, maybe something really happened--", ​​without even saying goodbye to the two, he rushed out of the dormitory and rushed to the school infirmary.

He could feel something draining from his body, but his magic power didn't change at all, and his hair didn't turn gray, which meant that his vitality was intact, and his mental state was good.

Everyone saw Harry running so fast and they started talking about it.

From a certain perspective, Harry has become a popular topic among them, and his every move will be magnified and analyzed.

When Harry arrived at the school infirmary, panting, a stranger came in and sat opposite Dumbledore's bed. He had red hair, an evil face, and obvious dragon horns on his head. He was wearing a bright red dress with a Chinese word written in the middle of the dress.

Chen Changsheng arrived at the same time as Harry. He also saw the man from the school infirmary, who sat next to him kindly, with one arm placed on his shoulder very skillfully, and he looked at the gorgeous decorations on his clothes with interest.

The red line on Harry's arm was swinging around uncontrollably, as if looking for something.

At this moment, Snape and Lockhart were sitting obediently on another bed. They both disliked each other, but now they were sitting next to each other.

"Harry, do you have any of that too?"

Grindelwald walked out from a dark corner and looked at the thin lines that were obviously shaking on Harry's arm with a worried look on his face.

"Yeah," Harry nodded obediently.

"Do you think we really want to go in?"

Ron stood at the door of the school infirmary, feeling a little scared. There were too many professors inside, especially Snape. In front of so many people, he felt as if he was tied up by invisible ropes in circles, and there was no way he could move on his own.

But Hermione was really curious about these things. After Madam Pomfrey rejected them mercilessly, she took out the furry pet covered with hair from her pocket.

"Arnold, Arnold, can you take us both and sneak in quietly?"

Ron was a little surprised. Judging from the fluency of the man's speech, it must have happened more than once or twice.

Arnold nodded obediently. He liked his owner very much and felt an indescribable sense of security when staying with her.

"We shouldn't have let Harry knock us both out last time. We should have just asked for the location and let Arnold teleport us there."

Hermione said viciously, her fluffy brown hair shaking, like a real little lion.

It seemed like this was the first day Ron met this friend he spent time with day and night.

He touched his chin, feeling a little strange. He was a steady person, and he didn't seem to have any adventurous genes in his heart. How could he be so close to them? Obviously, Hufflepuff was the place he wanted to go the most.

The two people seemed to be in a delicate state at this time. They narrowly avoided the busy Madam Pomfrey, and then tiptoed and "silently" came to where Harry was.

This was so thrilling that Ron felt his blood boiling. This adventure, which was not dangerous but very exciting, made him scream to the sky.

Hermione was very calm. She was not sure whether Arnold's ability could be hidden from Dumbledore and other wizards present, so she wrapped herself and Ron in a layer of cool stuff.

Ron felt that there was something else on his body. He reached out and touched it. It seemed to be Harry's invisibility cloak.

Harry had already noticed the movement. It was as easy and simple as taking something out of a bag. The thin wire on his arm didn't seem to notice the two people, but through the four furtive feet under the Invisibility Cloak and the sounds of bumping around.

Everyone was watching Hermione and Ron's performance as if they were watching monkeys.

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, Fawkes stood on his shoulder and whistled happily, Grindelwald smiled, and Chen Changsheng kindly assisted the two bottles that were about to be knocked over by them and covered their feet.

Snape sat on the bed and cursed softly, "Little Monster." Lockhart really couldn't help it. He didn't know why he suddenly wanted to laugh in such an atmosphere, and he laughed out loud.

The red-haired man suddenly wanted to have some fun, so he deliberately walked around Harry and said something nervous, "Why do I feel like there's someone here?"

Ron and Hermione held their breath.

Harry pushed the man aside, and a slender little snake flew out of the man's pocket and wrapped itself around Harry's hand obediently.

Harry could even clearly hear Ron's sigh of relief. Hermione seemed to be too nervous and one of her hands was shaking.

Madam Pomfrey then drew aside the curtain and took out three tubes of potion. She was followed by two assistants, each of whom took out a lot of potions.

Harry, Snape, and Lockhart threw all those things in at once.

Harry looked down at his arm. The red line on it was limp and seemed to have lost its vitality.

He tied the red threads around his arms and tied a knot, which looked very artistic against his black wizard robe.

"Harry, you did well."

Dumbledore had heard all kinds of outrageous rumors in the school, and the partial clarification he issued was like a shot in the arm, stabilizing the situation.