Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The quarrel was between a fat old man and a young professor.

The fat old man is our famous Gilbert Fontana, the principal of this school. I said that this professor is an unknown young man in the school who is often laughed at behind his back. His ability is not even as good as that of the sixth grade students, but he can hold a position here. No one knows how he did it.

Angel understood something as he looked at the seemingly tense but actually very familiar relationship between the two.

Against the backdrop of the dim light, Aegir's wrinkled face looked like a funny ugly orange. His small eyes sparkled with an unknown shrewdness, a departure from his former simplicity and dullness. He now placed his grandson in Hogwarts.

He first saw Angel and raised his eyebrows sharply. Then he saw the two little wizards following behind him in Hogwarts school robes. He immediately became amiable and kind, making people want to get close to them.

The young professor seemed a little flustered. When he saw so many people suddenly gathered around him, he stammered goodbye to the principal, nodded to the group of people in front of him, and then left.

"It's time to go to bed, Mr. Angel." Fontana seemed to want to imitate Dumbledore's image, which seemed amiable but was actually very strong, but it seemed a bit out of place at the moment.

"And these two young ladies."

His expression immediately became serious, "Maybe I need to inform your headmaster Dumbledore."

Normally, most students would look terrified when meeting their teachers or parents, but these two guys did not play by the rules. They were very calm and there was no disturbance at all.

The professor who had just left ran into the blind spot, stuck his head out, looked at the four people gathered in the distance, and clenched his fists tightly.

He didn't know how much these students had heard, nor did he know whether Fontana could get away with it. As a representative of the goblins, he entered this school openly just because he heard that Fontana was a little shaken.

No, the professor made up his mind, staring at the remaining three students with some cruelty, even though one of them was his favorite.

The remaining two little wizards——

Fontana stared at the three children, eager to see something from their faces, but their cold expressions were like a hard aluminum alloy wall with a metallic luster, which made people feel discouraged.

Should I do it myself? The two little kids are about the same age as my grandson, but if they hear it——

And as for his favorite students in front of him, Fontana himself was not sure if he could take them all down in the first place. But if he was stabbed out by these three kids, there would be no place for him in this selfless paradise, and his retreat would be completely cut off.

No, how powerful can it be? Just blame it on the half-blood giant sent by Hogwarts.

It is impossible for Dumbledore to do it to himself and use Legilimency. It would be very logical to attribute the deaths of these young wizards to their reckless crossing of the space barrier.

Why does this little girl look so familiar? Black hair, black eyes, and slightly yellow skin reminded him of Li Changsheng from the Eastern country.

A flash of lightning suddenly illuminated his mind. This little guy had a profound background.

No, we can't let them get out alive tonight.

Although Fontana thought a lot in his mind, in reality only a moment passed.

He changed his attitude in an instant, and amiably invited them to the kitchen for a midnight snack. "Guests are welcome, children. I was hoping to use this as an excuse to get closer to your Headmaster Dumbledore."

Seeing that their expressions seemed to be softening, Fontana continued his efforts, and then justified himself by saying that he was not the only one who did this.

When the initial panic gradually dissipated and dissatisfaction with the current place of residence grew day by day, who would want to be trapped in a shell and become a lifelong prison? How can people who have not experienced cruel blood baptism feel the value of peace and security?

Harry and Zhou Fu looked at each other tacitly, and both of them understood what was in each other's eyes.

Angel seemed to be still thinking about the gossip coming out of the school, and was completely unaware of the impending danger.

Maybe we'll do something big tonight.

Zhou Fu is very sensitive to malicious intent, but if someone tries to play tricks on her.

Harley held Zhou Fu's clothes tightly and followed behind her. Looking at the not-so-strong but rather delicate and upright back in front of her, she felt a different kind of security. It seemed as if they were connected by blood at this moment.

In front of me was a very sumptuous meal, the kind of things that could almost only be seen at the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, but they were presented very grandly on a rather shabby dining table.

"Eat quickly, children."

Fontana smiled like a kind Santa Claus. He seemed to be always tolerant and peaceful, but the reality was unfortunately not so. There were many potions in the wizarding world that could kill people. Snape knew how to make them, but he never disdained such crooked ways. In his eyes, this was a tarnish to the great science of potions.

But Fontana is different.

He has always been good at betting on both sides. Last time, the adults over there were very satisfied with the death of those children, but almost no one here doubted him.

But they didn't think about it. How could a school principal, who knew every infrastructure of the school very well, be so careless as to let a few young wizards in the lower grades go out so easily?

So he was not surprised at the appearance of the two little girls tonight. As long as the students of this school were willing, they could easily pass through this seemingly strict security.

After seeing the three little wizards obediently eating the dinner, Fontena's smile immediately widened.

boom!

There was a loud bang, and Fontena looked at Angel lying on the ground with some pity. This was his most proud disciple, it was a pity that he came at a good time.

He kicked the two little girls on the ground angrily, blaming them for killing his students.

It's ok.

The young professor walked out from the darkness. He followed the three people, watching silently, and only appeared when they all fell down.

"What are you going to do?"

"This is my gift to my master."

"Same as last time? If you use this excuse too often, people will start to doubt your abilities and motives."

"The situation today is urgent, so let's leave it like this for now. I'll throw these three little guys out first, and then you go and lure that half-blood giant over here. Be careful not to be discovered by him."

"What happens after that?"

"You should know that this memory is not allowed to be retained."

The young professor was a little dejected. He knew that this was an extremely risky thing to do, but his parents and sister were still in that man's hands. That was why he came here alone and worked loyally for that man.

Fontana then disappeared with the three people lying on the ground. The professor waved his wand, cleaned up the leftovers on the table, and finally disappeared.

All of this was kept very confidential.

However, there may be exceptions.

The school was originally built in the image of Hogwarts, and various portraits were arranged in the corridors. Most of these portraits were lifeless and unconscious, and were simply copies.

But in this small room, piled among the sundries, an inconspicuous portrait, the figure suddenly moved, and then disappeared.

Dumbledore's sleep was interrupted again. When he heard the news and knew that Zhou Fu was also accompanying him, he yawned nonchalantly and then put the soft fluffy nightcap on his head.

"Don't worry. I haven't seen through the strength of that little girl yet. But Fontana, I thought he would hold back for a while."

"You knew it a long time ago?" Black held down the person who was delivering the message and asked Dumbledore in disbelief.

"Well - I wouldn't say I knew it a long time ago, but Malfoy sent me some information, and now it just happens to match up."

"Aren't you worried about those little kids?"

"No need. They might be stronger than me. Besides, maybe I should test their strength."

Having said that, Dumbledore still quickly put on his clothes while yawning, and then left. The dazzling light of Fawkes suddenly filled the entire headmaster's office, and then disappeared.

The huge round moon hanging in the sky flickered slightly, but no one noticed.

"This guy."

Suddenly someone spoke in the silent office. It was Tom.

He finally got there and saw an empty office. The bedding in the next room was still warm, which seemed like Dumbledore had just left.

"What do you want from him? He just went to the forbidden forest nearby. If you have anything to say, you can go find him now."

Tom melted into the darkness and said lightly, "No need, I'll tell her myself when he comes back."

Hagrid was lured out again, stumbling and with an imperceptible panic. His master did not tell him that another sneak attack was going to be launched. He was born honest and upright, but he was assigned this kind of mission.

The three people controlled by Fontena opened their eyes at the same time.

Although Harley was a little reluctant, she was still able to get rid of it, and Zhou Fu was awake throughout the whole process.

As for our famous Angel, he looked as bewildered as a lost child at this moment. He didn't know that this elder, who was like a father and a brother to him, would show such a terrible face. When Zhou Fu told him before, he was unwilling to believe it.

Who would accept betrayal from the person closest to them?

The corners of his eyes began to become moist, and a teardrop barely noticed as it slid across his face before falling into the grass of the forbidden forest.

A little golden unicorn, who had not yet slept, came out from behind a tree, bent down to sniff the drop of water stuck on the grass, then jumped forward.

This smell is very sad. Is the four-legged monster unhappy?

At this moment, Fontenay's mind was completely focused on how to make the scene as perfect as possible, and then frame the enemy for the deaths of these three people.

No, it’s about how to use that person to cover for yourself?

Perhaps, that guy should be used as well. Maybe his actions would be more reasonable and it would be easier for me to get rid of suspicion.

When the professor met Fontenay, he had no idea that his fate would change rapidly in just a few nights.

At this time, Elliot, who was sleeping in the Gryffindor dormitory, tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep. He looked through the window at the huge moon and vaguely saw the figure of his grandfather.

He suddenly sat up from the bed, and a terrible future quickly popped into his mind. His grandfather was singled out as a traitor, and there were two girls from Hogwarts floating in the air covered in blood.

There was also a professor in his school who was notoriously useless and had lost his livelihood.

And all of this seemed to be happening tonight. Dumbledore watched coldly from the side, and a green beam of light stayed in the air.

His grandfather gave a miserable smile, closed his eyes peacefully, and accepted his fate calmly.

Elliot was covered in cold sweat, and at this moment a voice was spinning rapidly in his mind.

Go, go, stop it!

This premonition made him no longer care about so much else. He needed to go to the Forbidden Forest now, he needed to get the door key now, he needed to stop his grandfather now, or save his classmates.

The man outside the earth looked at everything in front of him with a smile, and gently splashed water to move a ball of light suspended in the air.

Elliot rushed into Ron's bedroom and slid him out of bed.

Seamus seemed to be woken up and turned over, but Neville was sleeping soundly.

Ron, Ron is not here, he just remembered it now, so he had to shake Seamus who was standing beside him.

"What are you doing, Elliot?"

Seamus was sleeping soundly in his dream, but suddenly a figure appeared beside him silently, scaring him half to death. Fortunately, it was Elliot, the little boy who often hung around Ron and Hermione for a long time.

"Seamus, I beg you, is there any way you can get the portkey to the Forbidden Forest?"

"What are you doing?"

Simo rubbed his shoulders somewhat dissatisfiedly. They had just nervously bypassed the professor on duty and slipped out quietly, next to the Fat Lady.

"My heart hurts a lot now. Something seems to have happened to my grandfather."

Seamus looked straight at Elliot and could clearly see the tears in his eyes.

Now that Elliot found him, it means trust.

"Come with me, we are going to find Professor McGonagall now. He will definitely have a solution."

"How about you give us the key and I can go by myself so I don't have to trouble the professor."

He looked a little guilty. After all, in the scene in his memory, his grandfather didn't look like he had done anything good. If he went there himself, maybe he could do something tricky.

"You are going to go to Minerva, so why don't you come to me for help?"

Flitwick suddenly appeared behind the two of them.

It scared both of them half to death.