Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Corwin had done Harry a great favour, though he did not seem to realise it.

Harry pointed his wand at the bags being brought in, threatening the grumpy giant and the many professors who had freed their hands and gradually gathered around him.

"I thought we could talk."

A spark landed on the bag and made a small hole in it.

"No, no, no, let's talk, talk."

What happened next seemed to be a natural progression. They sat together in the conference room, with two different camps at the long table.

Harry held the bag tightly in his hand from beginning to end. Lockhart looked at the one in his hand, then looked at the one in his own hand. For a moment, his expression became a little subtle.

"First of all, before the negotiations, we should all have questions we want to ask each other. I think this is the basis for the success of our negotiations. What do you think?"

"Humph--"

Still feeling weak all over and having a dull headache, Sergei, who was almost about to explode with anger, touched the top of his smooth head and glared at Lofitt fiercely to express his strong dissatisfaction.

"Yes, I hope we can be honest with each other about these things. In order to ensure the authenticity of our words, I hope we can sign a contract."

The principal is not a pushover. The college has suffered such a heavy loss, someone must take responsibility, and he has to find the culprit.

"Okay." Harry agreed straightforwardly. After so many days, he finally met the person in charge of this school, although the way was unexpected by no one.

In the presence of witnesses Loffit and Sergei, a golden thread appeared out of thin air, with Harry and the headmaster at the two ends respectively.

Ron, who looked listless, saw this scene and his eyes lit up slightly. It turned out that this was the legendary unbreakable contract.

“Hopefully we can all get a satisfactory answer.”

"hope so."

The contract guarantees the authenticity of the words of both parties, and also stipulates that no questions may be asked about anything other than this. Privacy and credibility are guaranteed, and both parties have great trust in this form of contract.

"Who goes first?"

"I'll go first," said Harry.

"Were you responsible for the riot that took place tonight?"

"No." Harry shook his head decisively, and then was safe and sound.

The headmaster breathed a sigh of relief. This was the best outcome. Deep down in his heart, he didn't want to be an enemy of Dumbledore.

"What is your relationship with the two groups of forces that invaded tonight?"

"One is an enemy, a subordinate of Voldemort. The other is not an enemy at the moment, but we will definitely fight to the death in the future."

Still nothing happened, but there were still some things that didn't make sense, "Why did that Mo Mo Ran seem so familiar to you?"

"We saw him in Godric's Hollow before he became an Obscurus, but he later appeared in a place I haven't encountered before."

The principal nodded. If it was an enemy who wanted to provoke others, it would be natural for him to do these things.

"Where is that crazy woman? Why is she trying so hard to protect you?"

"I don't really understand her logic, but I can assure you that I hate her very much."

The expression Harry showed was completely different from his childish face. It was filled with adult hatred and deep thought.

In his heart, the principal had a more critical opinion of this child.

"Okay, now we also want to know something."

The conversation went very smoothly, and there weren't actually many secrets to keep.

"Okay." The principal agreed decisively.

Harry pushed the small bag forward, "Are those nesting dolls in the corridor transformed from students in your school?"

"Yes."

The principal was safe and sound, and the professors on the side did not look surprised. It seemed that this was a recognized secret.

"Can you tell me the reason?"

The principal shook his head and said hesitantly, "This involves privacy issues. In fact, we don't know the exact reason. There are only some legends."

The old man, who had always presented himself to everyone as an independent and strong man, suddenly bent his back and looked a little depressed.

Harry skipped over the question and moved on to the next one.

"Then since they are all students, why do some of them still remain in the form of dolls during the day? Don't they have to go to class? Or have they permanently become dolls and can never change back?"

"They can never change back." The principal was a little at a loss, then he said firmly, "You don't need to ask these questions anymore. These things have nothing to do with this matter."

The golden thread flickered slightly, and magic determined that the principal knew something else but had not told the truth.

Harry put on a fake smile, crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the headmaster.

"I said, those are dolls that didn't follow the school's rules and regulations, and were then transformed by this castle."

"What rules?"

Harry frowned, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment. He turned to look at Lofitt, who spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me. How would I know?"

"We don't really know the rules, we just know that this is a magic about friendship. Only those with friends will be affected, and those without friends will just live in peace and stay here until they graduate safely."

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Does it work for everyone? It only works for the students of this school."

"As long as you are in this castle, you are within these rules."

"Then why don't you run the school somewhere else?" Cedric asked. He had been listening for a long time and was very confused. People have two legs and can get out of this predicament. There is no need to stay here, not to mention that they are wizards.

"useless."

"Drey, bring the school history here--" he shouted subconsciously, but was surprised to find that Derey was not following him.

"Where is he?" The principal was furious. How could this most loyal subordinate suddenly disappear? Could it be that just now -

"I just saw him enter the castle before us, and he never came out again."

"He escaped, taking his son and his son's concubine with him." Sergei picked his nose with disdain, and a ball of transparent liquid ejected, hitting Lofit directly.

The principal felt as if a piece of his heart had been dug out. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his turbulent mind.

The translucent, semi-solid object was hit back by Lofitt and stuck to Sergei's forehead.

Clean up——

Flicking snot at each other, this disgusting and childish game that even children don't play, two people who are more than a few thousand years old in total are actually fighting each other on equal terms.

Harry finally couldn't help but take action. Sergei touched his forehead tentatively, and unexpectedly found a barely visible thin black hair in the center of his head.

His eyes lit up again.

Unexpectedly, Luo Feit said stubbornly, "By the way, Mr. Principal, I wonder if your office is open to teachers?"

"Of course not. No one can enter unless I allow it."

Sergei tightened his grip and grasped the black hair in his hand.

"Then why did I see Mr. Sergei walking out of your office last night?"

The principal forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Oh, I ask Sergei to look after the office while I am away."

"Oh~ It seems I was overthinking it."

Sergei was about to speak up to push back against these ambiguous remarks, but was interrupted immediately by Harry.

"What's this school history you were talking about?"

Lofitt's expression suddenly became focused. He stared at the principal's opening and closing mouth, his thoughts immersed in the time when he just came to this world. Lockhart was a little absent-minded, staring blankly at the transparent glass, there seemed to be a red flame approaching, there was an old man standing on it, next to him there was a man floating in the air, followed by a mighty black army.

But Lockhart didn't react at all. Instead, Ron opened his mouth wide, feeling an unprecedented sense of security. It turned out that Dumbledore was the most reliable one.

"waste!"

In a hidden corner of the earth, this place was originally a forbidden area for humans. It is hundreds of kilometers in radius and is deserted and uninhabited. Countless adventurers have made their homes here and have become white bones in the wilderness.

And this barren place has become the gathering place for Bai You and his group. He is now furious, not because of the failure of Corwin's operation, but because of the failure in the operation against the Muggles.

How could a mere Muggle let them suffer such a huge loss? !

Kowen floated in the air, his eyes clear, completely different from the scarlet ones before. While Bai You was not paying attention, he observed the surrounding area bit by bit.

And since the three parties reunited that time, Dudley, who had followed Bai You, stood behind him on the right, arrogant and proud, without any of the humble aura he had at Hogwarts. He had become the second-in-command of the team in a short period of time.

The man in black kneeling on the ground was trembling all over. "Sir, sir, we could have succeeded, but suddenly a group of Muggle troops appeared, holding extremely powerful thermal weapons in their hands."

"How is that possible? These thermal weapons are unusable in the wizard's magnetic field."

"They rushed into the crowd with the most traditional explosive packs, and the brothers were all scared."

Bai You's voice became softer. "How could the Muggles find you? Are you using the Muggle Repelling Charm just for show? Don't make up stories for me."

Bai You thought that this was a lie made up by his subordinates to shirk responsibility, so he walked down angrily, pinched his chin in the air, and looked into his eyes.

Soul-reading

The truth was more cruel and heroic than he thought.

He couldn't imagine how human spiritual will could defeat magic, nor could he imagine how someone equipped with the most advanced weapons and equipment could be frightened by a Muggle wielding a screwdriver.

A pair of scarlet eyes stared at him, traveling through time and space. Bai You suddenly retreated, his chest heaving violently.

"They are all a bunch of lunatics!" He cursed loudly, then threw the subordinate to the ground. The two people standing nearby walked over with expressionless faces, like robots.

"Deal with him."

The monkeys, who were being killed as an example to scare the monkeys, watched tremblingly as two holes suddenly appeared on the ground not far away. One had a radius of 1m and the other only 5cm.

The body was thrown in, and then a plain stone popped out of the small hole.

Bai You took it, brought it to his nose and sniffed it with a look of disgust. Then a flame shot out from his fingertips and burned the stone to ashes.

Those who are turned into stone have no past, no future, and no past or present life.

"The experiment still failed? The master is already waiting outside impatiently."

"Don't stand here and make sarcastic remarks. What do you do all day?"

In response to Dudley's taunting, Bai You fought back.

"By the way, aren't you going to pay attention to what Harry and the others are doing over there?"

"Oh, right." As if he just remembered this, Bai You looked at Ke Wen beside him, and met his black and white pupils. He suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then laughed.

"Come here, boy. Come here. Tell this lazy man what his little friend has done recently."

Corwin floated over obediently and came to Dudley's side.

Bai You no longer paid attention to Dudley. He actually didn't know what was missing from this device. He just grabbed a soldier next to him and threw him down. Everyone was silent. The feeling of being able to die at any time and anywhere here was really exciting.

This time it was better, and the shadow of the sphere appeared.

"You, come here——"

A figure trembled and walked out, "Sir——"

"If you accept his job and don't do it well, you know the consequences."

The subordinates respectfully took orders.

The group of Muggles that Bai You mentioned needed to be dealt with were now huddled on an island. One team was responsible for patrolling the coast, always on the lookout for possible attacks from sea monsters and wizards who suddenly appeared in the office.

Another group went to the island to look for food, and the last few people built a base, lit a bonfire, and dug graves for the dead.

At this time, there were two people sitting on the cliff by the sea. They were close to each other and very intimate.

"Did we escape death?"

"Maybe forget it."

"Are you a wizard?"

"Oh, how did you find out?"

"After the army arrived, they started to circle around one place, and then for some reason they suddenly resumed their normal straight-line movements. Muggles cannot break the magic, only wizards can."

"Then why aren't there wizards in the army?"

"I asked the chief, and he said there had never been one in the team."

"No, you were deceived by him."

"This is impossible. Why would the chief lie to us?"

"Then do you know the name of the red-haired man with freckles on his face who is following the leader in the team?"

He shook his head sincerely, "I don't know."

"His name is Arthur Weasley, and he is the most trusted person by Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School."

"Look, you know all this detailed information, and you still say you're not a wizard."

He grinned smugly.

"you--"

The man laughed arrogantly and then joined the team in the search for food.