Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry was carried on the back of Jerran 2 and went deep into the cave. There were one or two dim light bulbs on the bumpy walls. Everything seemed to be the early days of the Industrial Revolution, and human civilization had regressed to this point.

The two men walked in silence, going deeper and deeper into the cave. Harry looked down at the Muggles on both sides. They looked tired, with dull eyes, their clothes were wrinkled and torn with several holes, and their hair was dirty and tangled into a ball.

The women were naked here, and not far away, several men took off their pants.

Harry couldn't bear it anymore. He jumped off Jerlan's back and walked behind the men. Suddenly, an invisible force burst out in all directions with the woman as the center.

"Ouch—"

A wailing sound.

"let's go--"

Harry took one last look at the woman. She seemed to be used to it, staring at the ceiling of the cave, numb to everything that was happening around her.

Jerlan took Harry's hand and walked forward quickly.

The further you go, the better the environment becomes.

Everyone was dressed neatly and it was bustling, just like the most ordinary commercial street.

Jielan walked to a rather shabby door, took out the key from his sleeve, and the two walked into the house.

The environment here is very dim, with almost no sunlight. It is damp and cold. The only light source is a small light bulb at the top, and there is no place to drink water.

Harry sat down on a small wooden stool.

He inexplicably trusted this guy. He stared at the middle-aged man who was more than a meter taller than him and asked, "What are we going to do next?"

Jie Lan's body was a little stiff. He half-knelt on the ground, bent down, and took out a small wooden box from under the bed. When he opened it, he found a lot of paper money inside.

He took out the banknote and carefully checked the portrait on it, then held it up to Harry and looked at it carefully several times.

Harry was curious.

This picture looks a little familiar.

Jerlan rolled up the money and put it in his pocket, then grabbed Harry's armpits and hugged him in his arms, ignoring his neat clothes, and said, "We're going to have dinner next, you'd better--"

He remembered the woman's magical attitude towards Harry, and a long-standing legend appeared in his mind, making him give up the next words.

"What's my best bet?"

The emerald green eyes stared straight into Jie Lan's eyes. Jie Lan felt a little dizzy. Past memories emerged in his mind uncontrollably one by one, and his body swayed.

Harry lowered his head.

"you--"

Jielan hesitated to speak, and finally just asked, "Where did he go?"

"I don't know. Maybe after I left, he came back."

The two knew it well.

"I just felt uncomfortable."

"sorry--"

Harry apologized.

Jerry seemed to have a very high tolerance for Harry and was not angry at all despite all the trouble.

The two walked out of the room.

Harry was a little dazed. This was completely different from the previous situation.

"Stop, stop, what are you doing?"

"I'll go see how that damn boy is doing."

"Hahaha, he wouldn't really--"

In the crowd, Harry's keen ears allowed him to catch a few familiar voices, those of the people who bullied him.

Unfortunately, he was a little weak now. Using the telepathy just now had consumed a lot of his magic power. He curled up in Jielan's chest, feeling very safe. At the same time, a wave of sleepiness swept through his head.

Jie Lan must have heard it as well. He frowned and left quickly.

The children stood in front of Jie Lan's house, seemingly ready to wait for something to happen.

They were dressed neatly and cleanly, and had an arrogant demeanor. There were many people around them who had evil thoughts, but when they saw these familiar faces, they shuddered.

These kids' families are studying at Hogwarts. They are really outrageous in the Muggle world. If anyone touches them -

Thinking of the tragedy that happened not long ago, the head of the culprit is still hanging on the top of the wall. It has dried up now, but it has never been put down.

Those people secretly slapped themselves hard on the face. I was so brave.

"How about we break in?"

A fat little boy among them suggested.

"No, we had those things growing out of nowhere on our butts before, and I asked my brother about it, and he said that only wizards could do that."

wizard--

When this word was mentioned, several children showed admiration and envy in their eyes. They were not yet 11 years old, and that year for each child was a critical moment that determined their destiny.

If you enter the wizarding academy, you will be promoted to a higher position.

What if he hadn't gone in? Thinking of the miserable end of those people, the fat man shuddered all over.

"So do you think Harry is a wizard?"

Hahaha--

"You mean him?"

It's like the people here are returning to Earth, what a ridiculous thing.

The person who proposed this idea seemed to think it was a fantasy. He laughed dryly a few times and felt a little uneasy inside. It shouldn't be possible.

In fact, they already have other testing methods in private. Can they determine whether a person can receive a letter from the wizarding academy when he is 11 years old?

Moreover, some well-connected Muggle forces even have the unique means to stimulate an ordinary person to become a wizard, but the success rate is too low, and one may meet Merlin if he is not careful.

As for these rumors, they are only circulated privately and have never been confirmed by anyone.

"Then shall we go in?"

"never mind--"

They only dared to show off in front of their own kind. As for those who were actually related to wizards, they didn't dare to speak loudly.

When Harry woke up again, the sun was shining brightly, there was soft green grass under his feet, and in front of him was an extremely majestic castle, with some small villages scattered around the castle.

Further away are the mountains.

This scene was extremely familiar. Harry compared it with the mysterious world in Sirius's Chamber of Secrets and was surprised to find that except for the people living in it, the scene was exactly the same.

They came to a bustling market place. They were trading in the open air, while the wizards lived further away.

Muggles without magical powers produced food and provided cloth for the wizards, and even jobs like cleaning were hard to come by. Some even followed the path of dark wizards and voluntarily offered their bodies and flesh to them.

Hermann led seven or eight wizards out of the castle, and the first soldiers on both sides saluted respectfully.

"My Lord, are you going to—"

The long string of beads that Hermann brought in had disappeared, and her blood-red hair was draped over her shoulders. She ordered in a cold voice, "Go and invite the headmaster of Hogwarts and tell him that he is here -"

Having said that——

A huge purple ball fell into the soldier's hand.

The soldier knelt down respectfully and raised the ball above his head, "Yes——"

Sirius felt a huge force pulling at his chest, and then a strong light rushed into his eyes, and a faint mist rolled around his body.

He finally saw the light of day again -

Harry struggled to jump out of Jerlan's arms. Here they returned to the original trading method of barter. He stared at the banknotes in Jerlan's hand with some surprise.

Jielan coughed awkwardly a few times and said, "We are not buying here today. We need to go a little further."

Harry was a little suspicious, but didn't say much. He followed behind Jerlan quietly. It looked like a magic. The haystacks here grew taller and taller, and then an underground cave appeared, which was very unique. Harry looked at the wooden board under his feet and thought.

The windows here are bright and clean. Yes, they are windows, hidden in the grass. The sunlight shines through them, bringing a few hints of green, adding more vitality to the place.

"Hey, you're here—"

It seems that Jie Lan is a regular customer. "The usual three things. Oh, and a small portion of rice."

"All right—come in, please."

"Do you eat here often?"

Harry looked at the people dining here and saw that they were dressed very elegantly, which was out of place with the people living in the cave. Jerlan seemed to be familiar with the place, which did not match his shabby attire at all.

"Uh-huh, yes—"

"Then you don't even think about changing your clothes." Harry said incredulously.

"Life is short, no matter how hard it is, how can you have a bitter taste? This is a relatively famous Chinese restaurant, the food is quite good." He licked the corners of his dry mouth, as if he was savoring the taste.

"So should I eat here?"

Harry looked at his skinny body. If he continued to starve for a few more days, he would be as skinny as a stick.

Jie Lan ignored him. He seemed to feel guilty and walked quickly to the waiter, "Remember to bring another set of bowls and chopsticks."

"what?"

The waiter was a little puzzled. Seeing that there were two people coming, there must be two sets of bowls and chopsticks. Was there anything else to say?

He touched his beard awkwardly, then followed Harry into the private room.

The image of Jerlan as someone who doted on the original owner of this body seemed to have collapsed a little. Harry seriously suspected that the crazy look he showed when he first saw him was also fake.

The environment in the private room was very elegant. There was no land on the top, but a whole piece of transparent glass. Bright light shone down, and Harry was surprised to find that there was a clean artificial pond at 1/4 of the top, with several carps of various colors swimming in it.

It's almost two civilizations.

"Here's your wine."

"Come in--"

A handsome waiter in a white shirt and a black vest knocked on the door and respectfully placed a bottle of wine on the dining table in the private room.

"Sir, please wait a moment. Your food will be served soon."

Harry patted the soft chair and asked in surprise.

"Wizards allow these things to exist."

Although he had just arrived, Harry could still clearly perceive the plight of Muggles in this world. The people dining outside did not have any magic at all.

"Cough-cough-"

Jie Lan came over and said cautiously, "Such a building is not allowed in the open, but isn't it built underground?"

"Also - it is said that the owner of this shop has a deep relationship with the current headmaster of Hogwarts, and many wizards like the food here, so it has been preserved like this -"

This is a very sufficient reason.

Jielan muttered a few more words in a low voice, "Besides, which wizard family can guarantee that all their children are wizards? Isn't it normal to have a Squib?"

The waiter who was preparing to serve the dishes outside the private room was stunned. Is this something he could say? The atmosphere at that moment was so clear that even a pin drop could be heard.

Jerran grinned, looking nothing like the nervous man Harry had first met.

The soldier holding the purple bead walked to a small house not far away and said, "I need to go to Hogwarts."

"Do you have a pass?"

The soldier took out the purple bead.

"Please—"

The transmission is very fast, and the space here has become very solid after hundreds of years of maintenance.

The several divided spaces of Hogwarts have been integrated with each other. Recently, several very senior professors hope to bring the Hogsmeade village area over and put the Hogwarts Express back into use.

The principal was worried about this matter at the moment. He looked at several portraits on the wall. The key turning point in the wizard's fate was the two principals in the middle.

Although hundreds of years have passed, Dumbledore's portrait is still energetic. He enjoys moving between various screens, playing with his sister, or fighting with Aberforth, and that old guy Grindelwald. Recently, the two of them have been having a temper tantrum and have to argue about who broke the blood pact?

The portrait next to Dumbledore was of a very handsome young man with emerald green eyes and lifeless eyes, just like a Muggle painting, sitting quietly on a black chair.

The principal walked to the center, looked at the portrait, and murmured to himself, "Are you really coming back?"

There was sadness between his brows. He was definitely one of the greatest people in the history of wizards. He was gifted, died young, made outstanding contributions, was selfless, and remained unmarried throughout his life. He almost had all the buffs stacked up.

Such a legend is like a bright meteor across the sky, flashing by, but everyone will remember his brilliant light that once illuminated that dark era.

In this world where everyone is for themselves, heroes who work for everyone are rare.

He became a spiritual pillar of the wizarding world, illuminating the difficult and bumpy road of exploration for future generations. Everyone believed that they would eventually return to Earth.

When the people in the prophecy come, that is the moment they counterattack the earth.

"what!"

The principal stood up excitedly, "Seriously, he really came."

The man on the other side of the mirror aimed at a soldier holding a purple ball.

"Yes—so said Master Hermann himself."

The principal was so excited that he teleported away, leaving behind a group of portraits looking at each other in bewilderment.

"What's wrong with this kid?"