Harry Potter and the Rebirth

“This place is really nice.”

"It's like heaven, indeed."

Dudley and Corwin were standing next to a small thatched hut.

"There doesn't seem to be anyone here. Why don't we go in and take a look?" Kowen lay on the windowsill and looked inside through the relatively transparent window. All kinds of debris were scattered on the floor, and the stools in the living room were tilted.

"Don't make things complicated. What we need to do now is to find out what this so-called paradise is. When we came here, there was a lake with an ice-blue flower on it. Where did this flower come from? These are all questions we need to find out clearly."

"Why are you making so much trouble? Aren't these things very simple? I'm really hungry." Cowen touched his stomach. There were some remnants of sandwiches and three eggs soaked in water on the table in the room.

Dudley choked for a moment and his stomach growled. Fortunately, there were not many people in this area. Although he didn't know where they had gone, it was a good opportunity for him and Corwin.

"Then let's go in and have lunch."

"okay--"

They only dared to eat some hard dry food in the packages along the way, because not everyone had a magical space bag like Harry.

Corwin gobbled the eggs and went straight to the three eggs on the table. On the way, they automatically jumped out of the water, and the skin fell off automatically, revealing the white egg whites. Two of them jumped into Corwin's mouth, and the other was held in Dudley's hand. He walked around the room, hoping to find some clues.

The owner of this house had the habit of taking notes, but unfortunately his notes were a mixture of French and English, so Dudley could only read them sporadically.

This place has existed for a long time. Originally, some wealthy people built villas here. Due to obstruction from ecological protection organizations and animal protection associations, the construction of the half-built villas was stopped, but this place also caught the eyes of senior officials.

Later, the world changed dramatically. Since this place is inland and the water source comes from the snow-capped mountains on the plateau, seasonal lakes and rivers appear every summer. The water quality is reliable for a short period of time. Seeing that the situation is out of control, the top leaders spontaneously organized their families and friends to move here. Unexpectedly, their actions were seen by the wizard.

The wizard lurked in the dark and did not rush to take action, waiting for the pink mist to spread little by little. Then, like a savior, he took out the flowers and fixed them above the lake, forming a semicircular cover that could allow the people inside to live and work in peace.

At first, the Muggles were worried that the wizards would drive them out, but they only picked a location in the center and managed the life and discipline there in a casual manner without making any excessive demands.

And the wizards' master is also mysterious.

The resident of this room revealed a hint of something unusual in his manuscript. He came here with the Muggles and had no relatives or friends with them. He was a professional scientific researcher, and his specific research direction was nuclear bombs.

Dudley had not expected to receive such news the first place he and Corwin arrived.

"Nuclear bomb? How can a bunch of Muggles who have nothing build a nuclear bomb? Aren't weapons with massive destructive power already in the hands of those people? Will Dumbledore let it go? Didn't those professional scientific researchers disappear a few days before the mutation? They might have been abducted by Dumbledore."

Corwin didn't take it seriously at first, but then his eyes grew bigger and he looked at Dudley. "Logically speaking, worthless Muggles wouldn't cost so much, so those who stay here must be——"

"Then what use is it to us?" Dudley asked, realizing that he still underestimated this kid who was less than 11 years old.

"Look again, and see if you can find anything else in the house?"

Harry actually realized this, and he walked out of the tent, crossed the front yard, and came to the crowded main entrance, where a row of wizards held their wands, pointing them at the aggressive crowd.

One of the wizards had an angry expression on his face, but he did not wave his wand with his magic power, as if he had some great concerns.

Harry looked at them carefully and found that these people were men and women, young and old, with different body shapes and appearances, but they all had one thing in common, that is, they were very bookish. Some of them even wore extremely expensive silver-rimmed glasses on their faces, but their clothes were extremely simple. They had straight heads and single-mindedness, and their eyes revealed their profound knowledge and meticulous logic, but their behavior of coming here to preach was incompatible with their temperament.

Are you controlled by something?

Could anyone have such a great ability to cast Legilimency at the same time? Or, was it that the surrounding fog gradually seeped in, changing a person's personality and way of doing things?

"Everyone, please be quiet. Can you send a representative to tell me why you are gathered here today?"

Harry walked out and pulled the wizard who was guarding outside the tent behind him. Although he was not tall, he exuded a convincing deterrent.

The crowd fell strangely quiet. They lowered their heads and whispered to each other. Then an elder with gray hair and beard and eyebrows that grew longer and longer, hanging down from both ends, appeared. He truly looked like an immortal.

"My dear friend, who are you?"

"He is our master." Someone stepped forward, and the row of wizards at the door were indeed relieved. These guys could not be beaten or scolded, for fear that any spell would hurt their precious brains. In any force, such high-level intellectuals are definitely valuable assets to the organization.

"It's you." The old man did not look down on Harry. First, he expressed his respect to Harry and thanked him for providing them with a pure land to protect them in such troubled times.

"You are wrong. This is the righteousness and mercy of my teacher Grindelwald. I just came to take a look during this period of time."

"You don't have to be so modest, young friend." The old man quickly changed the subject. "Several of our children have disappeared. We have searched everywhere in this area but have not found them. We cannot go deep into the lake. Someone told us that you invited them to stay in your tent."

"The children are still young, it's time for them to go home and eat, right?"

Harry frowned, the silk thread had not found any trace of children here, and his spies throughout the secret realm had not found any missing children, but this group of people swore that it was so.

"Who told you that? You can call him out and confront him."

The old man remained silent, obviously wanting to protect the man.

"What you should do now is to let him prove that I hid your child, instead of letting me prove that I didn't hide your child."

Those present are all intellectuals, and this kind of logic can be easily understood by them. However, as parents, it is natural for them to lose their rationality at this critical juncture.

Seeing everyone was silent, Harry continued.

"Besides, I have no motive to hide your child—"

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Who knows if you need to do some experiments to take our children away?"

Harry had noticed the movements among the group of people early on, and the moment he opened his mouth, he grabbed him in front of him.

This thin man, who looked ordinary and had no features in the crowd, didn't even have the courage to look Harry in the eye. As soon as he finished speaking and saw that he was caught, he fainted immediately.

"Did he tell you that?"

Harry was very polite, but not too polite. He walked through the wall of wizards and came to the old man. He stood on the steps and looked at him at eye level. His emerald green eyes instantly turned into a deep pool of water, and the old man's past memories were slowly projected out to him.

It was a man in a black robe, and even when he was standing in front of me, I could only see a small section of his chin. No, to be precise, it should be her.

It was a girl. As if she noticed Harry's gaze, she suddenly took off her hood in the long river of memory and smiled brightly at the air, "This is a gift from me to you. I hope you like it."

Harry's consciousness quickly withdrew, his expression solemn.

It's Zhou Fu——

Zhou Fu didn't know when he came here. The old man was distracted for a moment, and then he saw the young man in front of him returned to his original place.

He now had mixed feelings, but one thing was certain, Zhou Fu would not harm those children.

The long silence made them all a little restless. The man that Harry picked out was like a chicken that intimidated a monkey to them. It also reminded them of their stupidity. Could it be that they were being used as a gun?

In a group, even saints and wise men will be pulled down to the average wisdom level of the group. They have only one voice and use unified and consistent opinions to pursue a illusory sense of security.

An owl flew over from a distance and landed on Harry's shoulder in full view of everyone. He pretended to open the letter in the owl's claws, and then began his performance.

First he was shocked, then he suddenly realized, and then his eyes turned red.

"What's this?" The old man stroked his gray beard.

"According to reliable information I have received, it was our enemy, the culprit who caused the great changes in this world, who did this."

Everyone fell silent. They looked at each other and stopped talking. As people at the bottom of the society, there was some information they had never known, but now there was a wizard willing to tell them about it.

"But you haven't--" As soon as someone opened his mouth, he was immediately covered by the mouth by the person next to him, and then glared at him fiercely.

Harry told a story that combined common Muggle myths and legends, attributing the cause of the disaster to Muggles.

In the story, wizards, as the guardians of this world, fought against the evil forces hidden in the dark. However, the greed of Muggles themselves and their pursuit of power and wealth caused two world wars. Harry combined the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse in the Bible with the Mayan prophecy of doomsday. It was the war that brought plague, death, disease and disaster.

During the decades of peace after the war, disaster broke out due to the lack of coordination of interests among Muggles and the dropping of nuclear bombs. The wizards had no choice but to stand up and protect the world.

Some devout believers who had made great achievements in science but were equally knowledgeable in theology immediately knelt down, shouting about miracles and the Lord. People were somewhat shaken, and such an atmosphere was extremely influential.

Some people believe in science, just like they believed in God in the past, they hold the weapon of doubt in their hearts and refuse to lower their noble heads. But now the spells of wizards are breaking one by one, and the pillars of their so-called science.

This matter seemed to be easily resolved. The group slowly dispersed, taking Harry's promise that he would bring the child back.

Two of the men limped as they left and accidentally bumped into a wizard.

The wizard glared at both of them fiercely, and they fled in fear.

"grown ups--"

After most of the people had left, the wizard who was hit presented two tubes of reagent, which was equivalent to a diluted version of the pink mist. It caused minimal damage to the human brain, but could achieve the purpose of bewitching and hypnotizing people.

Harry took the two bottles of potion back and patted the man on the shoulder. "Well, you did a good job. Tell them to do their job well."

"Yes——" His voice was trembling and a little excited.

"And you-"

He kicked the man who had suddenly spoken and now lay motionless on the ground.

"Sir, do you think my acting is good?"

"That's pretty good. Keep up the good work and don't let them doubt your identity."

"Yes."

The man limped away, and then in a dark alley not far away, he hit his arms and legs hard several times, feeling the blood flowing out of his body. Then he ran forward desperately and grabbed a neighbor who had not yet walked too far.

"Hurry up and save me!"

There was fear in the neighbor's eyes, but out of brotherhood and the courage of the man who had just spoken out, he reluctantly took him back home and bandaged his wounds.

"What are you-"

"This is the punishment I deserve."

The neighbor's eyes revealed understanding, "Okay, you just stay here for two days and have a good rest. You must keep your mouth shut. I can say anything."

A gentle woman came in with a basin of hot water and a white towel. She had long brown hair draped over her shoulders, velvet on her fair skin, and amber eyes that made her face breathtakingly beautiful.

The injured man gasped.

The neighbor was worried and went back again. He felt dissatisfied when he saw his wife being stared at by him.

"I see your injuries are pretty good, leave now."

The man smiled bitterly, but he had some doubts in his heart. No, it stands to reason that such a face would be in this area. There was no news.

The neighbor looked at the man's back with some fear, and finally took his wife in his arms, "Don't worry, honey, I won't let anyone hurt you."

"I believe you."