Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry stood up, with a look of arrogance on her face that Harry had never seen before.

Da da--

The soles of his shoes made a crisp sound when they hit the floor. Zhou Fu looked up and the two of them stared at each other, just as tense as when they first met.

"Although I don't know where your hostility towards me comes from, please don't try to interfere."

At this moment, Harley was like a dangerous anaconda, lurking nearby, spitting out snake saliva, and staring at Zhou Fu intently.

"Oh?"

Zhou Fu closed the book on his knees and put it on the sofa. His aura was equal to Haley's, and he stared into her eyes without fear.

"I know you, Harry. You are weak at heart, hesitant in your actions, and you procrastinate in everything you do."

"you!"

Harley glared.

"I think we can't reach an agreement for now. I advise you to think about it carefully. Is what you have always believed in really right?"

The two passed each other.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't leave unless Harry came?"

Harley retorted.

"No, he won't come."

Zhou Fu walked out of the Slytherin common room. Many people came outside one after another. She and Draco passed by each other. Many people stared at the small jar that had entered the snake's nest with great surprise.

"Why is a Hufflepuff here? Who told him the password?"

"glory."

A wizard who was about to graduate and was preparing for an exam walked by, glanced indifferently at the few short boys who were only as tall as his chest, and spoke softly.

"Go in and pack your things quickly, don't block the door."

The little rascals quieted down.

Harry stood on the floor, clenched his fists, his chest heaving violently, his cheeks flushed with anger, "This guy is so arrogant."

Draco stood not far away, watching this scene.

Many young wizards were brought in one after another, and the Hogwarts Express has now been put into the drawer of history, becoming a commemorative object.

"How should we go?"

The Weasley family gathered at the door. Arthur asked for leave from the Ministry of Magic today. Molly stood in the garden, walked up to each child, kissed their face and gave them a warm hug.

Molly walked up to Harry.

"Child, your parents' graves--"

She spoke softly, and the noisy people around quieted down, with all eyes focused on Harry.

"Do we need to migrate here?" Molly finished the second half of the sentence.

Harry shook his head, Molly let out a long sigh, then hugged him in her arms and hugged him tightly. The sentimental Molly's eyes were slightly red.

Arthur saw this, came over and put his arm around her shoulders.

"Child, don't put pressure on yourself. You can't put the fate of everyone in the world on your shoulders."

Arthur consoled.

Harry nodded. This was like his second home. He really felt the warmth here that no one else could give him.

Harry watched as Mr. Arthur led them slowly away, with Ron and Hermione falling at the end of the group.

"Harry, aren't you going to school?"

Hedwig was flying towards them from a distance, stumbling, holding something in her mouth.

A transparent object that flowed like water fell from the sky and landed on Ron's head.

"This is for you. Please protect yourself at school."

Harry shook his head and looked at the two of them seriously and said, "I will not go to school anymore. As for the follow-up of the game, Dumbledore will arrange someone."

"What about you? Where are you going?"

Hermione asked repeatedly.

"You should have guessed it, right?" Hermione didn't say anything. She had studied the Bible for years, and compared it with the history of Hogwarts. Adding some things that happened in the real world, she pieced together a terrible truth.

Ron was hiding something from her, and she was hiding something from them, but Harry saw everything.

"You are really brave, but please trust me."

Ron was holding the invisibility cloak, looking confused. The conversation between the two seemed to be encrypted. However, based on his years of experience in novels, he believed that this usually meant that the protagonist was about to uncover the mystery.

"What are you doing here? You're going to be late."

"I'm coming—"

Ron shouted, turned around and hugged Harry, "I know I may be useless, but as long as you look back, we will always stand behind you."

Ron looked into Harry's eyes, full of sincerity and earnestness.

Harry nodded.

After bidding his friend farewell, Harry pulled out a bottle of Polyjuice Potion with hair in it from his pocket and drank it in one gulp, and a young wizard appeared in the spot.

Molly looked at him tenderly from behind.

"gone."

Molly tied an apron and stood at the door of the Burrow, watching the children leave this home one by one. They all had wings and it was impossible for them to be trapped in such a small place.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, with northern lights all over the sky. She looked up and went back into the burrow. There were still the living room, kitchen and children's bedrooms to be cleaned up.

The daily menial work is her whole life, day after day, year after year. Even at the last moment of the doomsday, she should be in the kitchen cleaning dishes or preparing meals.

"Mother--"

Bill came out of the kitchen. Molly was a little surprised. "Didn't you say you were going to work?"

She looked at the neat and bright kitchen behind her, where there were several cups of steaming chocolate milk and several plates of fruit.

Somewhat surprised.

"I'll leave right away."

At this time, Charlie came out from a hidden corner of the kitchen, still wearing an apron. Looking at his mother's surprised expression, he laughed out loud.

"Are you surprised? Mom—"

Molly's eyes were filled with tears. The feeling was so complicated that it was hard to describe, but it was the greatest blessing in the world.

Arthur led the group to a fixed location. Hermione was familiar with the route. She was not looking forward to the upcoming journey at all and even had a slight fear.

"Aren't you curious about how we're going to get to Hogwarts?"

"Harry, take me through it."

Ron looked dejected. "Okay."

"But don't get your hopes up too much, the journey will probably be difficult."

It was indeed as Hermione said, some people arrived at the Hogwarts Great Hall safely. They all sat on the benches with pale faces, and the whole space seemed unusually quiet.

Those time travelers dared not breathe, looking at the pale, tired, and dull-eyed wizards around them, and huddled together in fear, "Where on earth have we come to?"

Elliot had just obtained permission from his grandfather and had come to the current castle of Hogwarts with great difficulty. As soon as he entered, he ran straight to the Gryffindor table, looked around, trying to find Harry, but did not see any familiar figures.

On this side, Harry walked out of the area where wizards lived and came to the border, where wizards were patrolling in groups.

"Hermann—"

A woman with a graceful figure wearing a red windbreaker turned her head. She had a pair of sunglasses on her straight nose and a black tights underneath. She looked very capable and refreshing. Next to her was a man with an elegant temperament and a calm expression.

It's Jerran.

Hermann turned his head and looked at Harry for a long time before he asked tentatively, "Harry Potter?"

Seeing the young man opposite nodded, she asked a few more questions with a cautious attitude. After confirming, she came to Harry's side respectfully.

Jerran followed Herman, and the little Jerran in his pocket became restless, sensing a different kind of presence.

"Quiet, J-chan!"

Jie Lan put it in his pocket. Because there were three wizards gathered here and were reluctant to leave, the wizards in charge of guarding and patrolling surrounded them.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

The man who came was a young man. He was wary of the three people. He had just graduated from Hogwarts less than half a year ago and had little social experience. The captain wanted to train him and asked him to come over for negotiations.

"Excuse me, we're waiting for someone to leave soon."

"Any more?"

Jie Lan's face was full of confusion. Aren't there just three people?

The reaction of this group of people was obviously abnormal, especially the woman in the middle, whose aura was not something that ordinary people could possess.

Harry looked at the wizards who gathered around him in circles with a wry smile on his face. It was really like a flood that had flushed the Temple of the Dragon King.

"Okay, let's go, I'm packing, I'm late."

The person who came was a limping old man with different-colored eyes. One of his legs was chopped off and replaced with a prosthesis. One of his eyes was moving around and he could even see back. This image was chilling.

The young man who was so imposing just now suddenly became as quiet as a chicken, and the people around him dispersed. There were not many people like this. To be precise, there was only Moody, the legendary British Auror captain.

The police in the Muggle world in the UK are very lax, but the patrol force in the wizarding world should not be underestimated. They have formed extremes, which is really laughable.

In her previous life, Hermione once told Ron and Harry an interesting story that happened in a Muggle housing society.

A 60-year-old man came here to rob with a shovel wrapped in black tape pretending to be a gun, but he ended up at the pickup counter and didn't get any cash. After the old man learned the news, he left in shame.

The police arrived late and did not catch the suspect for two weeks. Later, when they learned that the old man rushed into a steel mill to rob and was treated as "respectful to the elderly and loving the young" by the people inside, and the owner of the scene called the police, they sent this "big boss" who had been on the run for half his life and had 10 years of experience in robbery and more than 40 years in prison back to prison.

This person has nothing to do with Harry today, but the place where the robbery took place is right next to the former British Ministry of Magic, and they now need to go through cross-border procedures to go to the United States, to the manor where Hermann once stayed, and to the mysterious basement.

This is also the purpose of Harry's trip.

"What happened to that man?" Harry had never heard of such an interesting person, he asked Hermione.

Hermione said she didn't know, maybe he would plan his next robbery after he got out of prison.

Harry shared this interesting story with the people around him. Herman seemed a little flattered. Jerran interrupted Harry and looked at him very seriously, "I know what happened to that person later?"

"you know?"

Looking at the strange face in front of me, it seemed that for a moment I overlapped with Harry from a certain time and space.

Jerry was distracted and fragments of memories from the past came to him one after another. Harry loved sharing these strange things the most.

"After he got out of jail, he robbed a bank again, but forgot to bring his bag. He was eventually diagnosed with Alzheimer's and was sent to a nursing home. His brother regarded him as a disgrace and never contacted him again."

Harry felt a little disappointed. Was this the ending?

"shit!"

The group of four came to the former Ministry of Magic, where several departments had not yet been relocated. In the empty hall stood the statue of a centaur, and different species surrounded the wizards.

Moody refuted what Jeran said.

"If it's not this, then what is it?"

"He is just a lunatic, a lunatic wizard who does nothing but hangs around in the Muggle world and teases Muggles all day long."

"Is he actually a wizard?"

Harry was very surprised.

"Have you ever seen a picture of him?"

Harry shook his head. Most people would just listen to such a specious story full of drama and legends as a form of entertainment. Who would pursue the truth behind it?

"Then you will be able to see him soon."

"Hey!"

"I heard that my old friend was here, so I put down my work without stopping. As soon as I walked in, I heard you talking about my glorious deeds. What do you think? Do you admire me quite a lot?"

A short, red-necked, gray-haired old man jumped out from somewhere, holding a colorful straw in his hand, which acted as a magic wand and flew around in the air, full of vitality.

Harry was horrified. They both had gray hair, but to see a walking red boiled egg like this was really unheard of. Compared with the image of Dumbledore, a sophisticated wizard, there was a huge difference between him and Dumbledore.

But when you think about it carefully, it makes sense.

If he was a normal Muggle, how could he devote his life's career to robbery, pursuing it tirelessly and ignoring all common sense, but he didn't get a penny, and after more than 60 years of work, he lost 12 pounds and five pence. It's really hilarious.

Moody on the side felt that the air around him was polluted. He didn't expect that this old guy would be in the Ministry of Magic today. What a rare guest.

"Hello, sir! I'm Hermann."

Hermann stretched out his hands to the old man, his tone and expression quite respectful.

"Oh, you are quite sensible, little fellow."

Moody looked at this strong girl differently. It should be said that as long as she was willing to humble herself, she would still be a warm welcome to him.

The old man stretched out his broad left hand, and his rough knuckles were like a bead with a diameter of one centimeter, stuck on several cylinders.

"Excuse me, old sir, who are you——"

"Oh, by the way, look at my memory. My name is Terence, and I have a great reputation in both the black and white circles of the British Muggles. You can tell them my name when you go out."

"Come on, you—" Moody sneered.

"Hello sir--" Harry greeted obediently.

"Okay, let's just stop here for today. I have something else to do first."

Terrence walked away in a hurry, as if he was specifically greeting four people.

Moody frowned and slammed his cane on the floor again and again, looking very unhappy.