Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"crunch-"

A middle-aged man pushed open the door and walked in. He saw two people lying on the ground and then saw clearly Jie Lan standing beside them.

"You really like this woman."

"Can you give me the antidote?"

The man threw a bottle of milky white liquid from his pocket and said, "Since you are sensible, I will give you some antidote first."

Jielan stared at the man's face.

The man turned his head away, then as if remembering something, he looked into his eyes.

"By the way, I know you wizards seem to have this special ability to see through people's hearts. Why don't you come and see me to see if this bottle of antidote is real or fake?"

The man's eye color was strange, close to a gray-silver color.

Seeing Jielan's eyes about to pop out, the man laughed, "I forgot. How could I forget to take off my contact lenses? Are your abilities so useless?"

The man tried hard to open his eyes wide, then he dug out the lens with his hands and threw it into a small box of blue liquid.

Not all wizards know this kind of advanced spell. Only Dumbledore, Snape and Voldemort can be called masters of Legilimency.

Angel's fingers underground moved slightly, and the eyeballs under his eyelids resumed moving.

"System, system, what's going on now? What should I do?"

"Please explore on your own and follow your heart."

This is a really ambiguous answer, but it also allows Angel to show off his skills.

"Damn it, this kid who's full of nonsense is not a good guy. When we run away later, I'll be the first one to kick him off."

"Just stay here for now."

The man actually entered the room with the determination to die. How could a Muggle threaten a wizard? This was unheard of.

It was unexpectedly easy to tie the woman up in the first place. The man suspected that it was a trap, so he asked the wizard Lion who came to rescue her to test whether it was true.

It was definitely not right that a magical character who was passed down by word of mouth in the wizard and Muggle communities just appeared next to him.

Either this person is fake, or there is a scam.

The man's eyes flickered for a moment, and all his doubts began to waver. An extremely strong belief began to take root in his heart.

To take this boy back.

The man left the room, still carrying Harry on his shoulders.

His sanity began to waver again. Why did I come out so quickly?

But it doesn’t matter whether it’s true or not, once you’re here, don’t think about escaping.

There is no one within a kilometer radius of this room. They stole the most cutting-edge science and technology, locked it with missiles, and hired some dark wizards who only care about gold to cast all kinds of spells here.

The wizard made a solemn vow at that time, and later became the most special person in the organization with this ability.

It seems that the wizarding world is not united.

The man got into a military vehicle, threw Harry in the front seat, and sat on the leather back seat. He took out a photo from his pocket, and there was a smiling young man, handsome, wearing a military uniform, standing behind him.

The photo was wrinkled by tears. The man thought of his wife who had almost gone insane at home. The hatred in his heart continued to rise, almost swallowing him whole.

His originally happy family was destroyed by those bug-like wizards who claimed to be saving the world.

After a nuclear bomb was dropped, he couldn't even find his son's body. It was already the luckiest thing that the entire continent didn't sink.

The man left the room, and Jielan looked at the potion in his hand in silence.

"Hey, wake up, don't pretend to be asleep, I can see it."

Jeran kicked Angel who was lying on the ground.

Angel plays dead.

"Alright, alright, this is not a place for you to play. Just stay here quietly and don't move. I will send you back to Hogwarts after this is all over."

Angel jumped up and stood up immediately.

This guy sounded kind, but why did he do such a heinous thing? Wasn't he afraid that Dumbledore and Grindelwald would come after him?

He glanced at the small bottle in Jeran's hand.

"System, analyze what is in this medicine?"

"Saline solution with sugar and milk."

Ok?

What a weird combination?

No, the focus has gone astray.

This person actually lied!

Angel couldn't say the word Mudblood because he was a Muggle in his previous life.

"You were deceived by him."

"Of course I know."

Hermann, who looked pale and still unconscious, stood behind Angel at some point and put his delicate hand on his shoulder.

“You, you, you——”

Angel looked at Jerran, who was fiddling with something, while Hermann stood there motionless.

The three of them remained strangely quiet.

"System, system, detect Muggle technology around."

Angel seemed to remember something.

Soon, a complete map appeared before his eyes. Just a small room was covered with densely packed dots. This was almost the highest level of existing Muggle technology.

Looking at the words written on it, Angel was stunned.

Let’s not talk about the numerous cameras, let’s talk about the thermal imagers first. There are at least a dozen of them. There also seem to be devices for detecting sound waves, some of which have completely failed under the wizard’s magnetic field.

There are still some fish that have escaped the net and are still struggling to survive, sporadically transmitting various information back to the information hub center thousands of miles away.

As Jie Lan walked, these instruments that were originally working were broken one by one.

It was then that Angel suddenly remembered the Muggle who had left in a hurry.

"System, why did he leave suddenly?"

"Ding - after testing, we found signs of a Muggle-repelling spell nearby."

"hiss--"

Angel pondered, it was both reasonable and unexpected.

When the man was sitting in the car and was about to walk out of the area, he vaguely realized that something was wrong with him.

He looked at the child who was still in the back of the front seat, a little confused, should it be right? He wanted to take this little guy back to the base.

"I think so—"

The man became more alert. When he looked at the little boy, he thought of his once smart and clever son, and his heart softened for a moment.

But now, the car suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

The driver next to him took the small transparent box from the man, which contained a syringe and a bottle of light green medicine.

The man watched the potion decreasing, and watched the little boy struggle and twist. His bound hands and feet seemed to begin to cramp, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

"Don't blame me. We are born opposites."

The driver showed an expression of pity. He looked at the chair soaked with sweat, turned his head away, and forced himself to ignore this tragic scene.

In this high-risk industry, the good professional ethics he has developed over a long period of time made him remain silent. This is the rule that must be followed to save his life.

"Honestly, I think it's a fantasy for Muggles to defeat wizards."

In Harry's mind, Harley watched the broadcast through his eyes and started clasping her hands in boredom.

In front of her was a clear sea with sparkling waves, and it seemed that there were colorful little fish jumping around. Harley was lying on a chair with an umbrella. Next to her was a small round table with all kinds of fruits and desserts on it. She looked very leisurely and comfortable.

Harry was sitting next to the man at this moment. He even had the leisure to look at the photo in the man's hand. The person in the photo was very handsome and actually looked somewhat like himself.

"This person looks so much like you—"

Harry saw it.

Harry also understood why the man was soft-hearted towards him.

"Pity."

A Confusion Charm could solve the problem. It seemed that Muggles did not have a deep enough understanding of wizards' abilities.

"How's Dumbledore doing?"

"He's still trying to calm down an angry and guilty Professor McGonagall."

Harry sighed, "There is no other way. This time, we must catch the traitor among us." He remembered the letter Hermann wrote to him. At the same time, when he saw Jerlan for the first time, he knew that the whole plan had been put into action.

But unfortunately there was a little tail following behind, which caused a temporary change in the play.

"I'll apologize to Hermione when I get home."

"Have you ever thought about this? This plan is actually very dangerous."

"Know--"

"Drip-drip-"

The driver carried Harry (for real this time) out of the car.

Harry felt like he was going to vomit lying on the middle-aged man's shoulder. The rough bones were pressing against his stomach. Harry cast a Transfiguration spell, turning the cloth on the driver's shoulder into a soft sponge, and only then did he feel much better.

"Name--"

"Jefferson Hamilton."

"age."

"51."

"Admiral, please come in."

The soldiers in the room looked at the thermal imaging display on the computer and captured the situation through the clear lens. After confirming that the people who came in had no abnormal behavior, they let the three people in.

This is an extremely vast space, with densely packed troops stationed there. They are armed with long guns and short guns, and have gathered various heavy weapons, ready to go.

Harry clicked his tongue as Harry captured all the images in his mind.

They entered an underground passage and came to a hall on the underground floor, where many government officials were coming and going.

Hamilton walked to the elevator, and two soldiers with machine guns conducted another thorough inspection, this time asking more detailed questions.

There were at least dozens of people staring at this place, and Harry didn't dare to breathe.

Ding--

The soldiers let Hamilton in and saluted him.

The group walked into a relatively spacious elevator. Harry could clearly see the old bloodstains on the driver's shoulder. Even though they were in an enclosed space, the wind was still howling and chilly.

Harry had a bad feeling in his heart.

He saw clearly what was written on the elevator buttons.

Yu Guangzhong, there are medical and health care, information integration, decision-making leadership, logistics reserves, and a place they are about to arrive at, experimental scientific research——

Experimental research——

Harry acted decisively and patted the envelope that Zhou Fu had handed to him in his pocket. There was still some consciousness left in his body, enough for him to protect himself, and the rest would serve as a camera to record everything here clearly.

Entities do not have any restrictions on things at the soul level.

Harry walked out of the electric shaft and began to visit the floors one by one.

This is more like a doomsday fortress than a base. The outer layer of the largest space is tightly wrapped with a thick layer of steel, with layer after layer of insulation, leaving some air holes in the middle, and there are more than a dozen escape passages.

The entire shape is ellipsoidal, gradually widening and then getting smaller, like a huge cocoon buried underground with many little people living inside.

Even though Harry had lived in the Muggle world for so long, he had never heard of such a construction project from any source.

It doesn't look like it was built in just a few years or months, but instead has a very long history.

Harry found the answer in a journal.

US-Soviet Cold War, arms race——

I remembered that a certain bear in the East dug such a long hole underground, and only ended this incredible task after hearing an inexplicable noise.

Considering the history of Muggle development, this is almost a natural thing.

It should not be surprising that a developed country would devote its national strength to building such a thing. Harry saw some famous wealthy people who had come here in various ways and disappeared in the Muggle world since the moment the wizards suddenly announced their arrival in the Muggle world.

And those who are still struggling on the ground and fighting against the environment are the biggest "fools".

"How is the experiment going? Can it be safely manned? How long can the food produced last? What do the wizards who came here say? How long can it last?"

This long list of questions made the research leader frown more and more.

"Oh, by the way, remember to add some gyms, swimming pools, and various entertainment videos. Remember to change the taste of the food as well. The quality of life must not be reduced—"

The person said in a delicate voice.

Safe manning?

Harry suddenly realized that if the outer layers of this rectangular elliptical building were peeled off layer by layer, leaving the core cylinder and connected with an elevator, it would almost be a giant rocket.

It seems that many people still don’t know this, and they can’t understand the whole picture from a glimpse of it. They are still fighting to stay in their own homeland.

Including, including Hamilton who brought him into this place.

As expected, in the face of a huge disaster, human nature is fully displayed.

They strongly encourage those who are passionate and willing to die, because this can buy them time to leave.

When others encourage you, it is because they want you to become what they want you to be, and these attributes are usually altruistic rather than selfish.

In such a short period of time, Harry had a quick look around and took in a lot of things.

Harry sent this information to Dumbledore in waves, allowing them to make their own adjustments in a timely manner.

At this moment, Hamilton also found something wrong. Could this kidnapped child be a fake?

No matter what I ask him, he just drools like a fool.

"What's your name?"

"hey-hey--"

"Where is your home?"

"hey-hey--"

Damn, a bunch of wizards with no bottom line, they really sent a fake one!