Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry thought about it. Did the other party go through such a long circle just to let him show his face in front of those people? He went into his memory and played the scene of Zhou Fu taking off his hood over and over again. Where is this place? What landmark buildings are there around? Where would she hide those children? There is only such a small place. How can she hide it? How can she kidnap the children?

Will there be someone else to help?

Kites, kite flying, and the curse on the little boy, Harry got a clue.

He now needed to go back to the little boy and observe him carefully. The little girl herself did not have any magical powers. The unusual things in that area could only be observed by a wizard.

Who told her.

With such doubts in mind, Harry felt that he needed to go there.

The man walked angrily in front, and the woman covered the little boy tightly with a piece of coarse cloth, tiptoed, hid her head and showed her tail, and carefully avoided the eyes of everyone.

"Boss, please don't abandon us mother and son." The woman took two steps at a time and hurriedly fell behind the man.

Men have always been very concerned about their reputation, so at this time they can only swallow their anger and pretend to be a harmonious couple with the woman.

Finally they reached their cabin, the man was about to speak, wanting to curse someone, but he blurted out when he saw the empty cabin inside and scratched his head in confusion.

When he turned around and saw the woman, he was furious and slapped her hard on the spot.

"what!"

The woman knelt on the ground exhausted, and the little boy rolled to the ground. The coarse cloth wrapped around him fell apart, revealing his silver scales and his furrowed brows.

The man became furious when he saw the monster. He came to the woman and raised his foot to kick the little boy away. This was definitely not his child. He didn't know which monster had entered his son's body. His son was already dead.

His eyes were red as he rushed around like a mad bull, the desire for destruction raging in his heart.

The woman held the little boy in her arms and was hit hard on the back.

Harry arrived, he sneaked in quietly and took in everything that happened.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and waited quietly. Some things needed to be confirmed.

The room was in a mess, as if someone had rummaged through it, with drawers opened and curtains torn. The man seemed to remember something and rushed to the bedroom again. He opened a small box in the closet. The lock of the box had been pried open and the coins inside had disappeared.

As if it weren't bad enough, the man wanted to vent his anger. He grabbed the clothesline on the bed and pointed it angrily at his wife. The absolute difference in height gave him a sense of control over everything.

"You bitch!" The long clothesline was about to swing down, and the woman closed her eyes in despair.

Harry frowned, he really couldn't bear it anymore, so he took action immediately, and then laughed at himself, thinking that he was too soft-hearted after all.

In this kind of situation, a wizard has many ways to deal with it, but the best way for Harry is to erase all their memories, then take the little boy back to his tent and keep him by his side to see if the mutation in him is related to his guess or can serve as evidence.

Perhaps out of some selfish motives, Harry, while exploring the memories of the two, also tried to find out about the girl's background.

Fortunately, they are not my biological children.

Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief. After all, parents in the world still love their children. Even if they don’t, they are still a minority.

His mood obviously improved, and he gently tampered with the couple's memory. They did have two children, but just before today, both children fell into the lake and drowned. They were heartbroken and returned to the house in a daze.

Harry also noticed the missing money, it seemed to be the little girl's.

What kind of story should I make up?

Well, he touched his chin and thought about blaming the man for the mistake. Eating, drinking, whoring and gambling were all big expenses.

After completing this, he squatted down and held the child in his arms, and also applied a layer of transparent film on him. Looking at the two of them sleeping on the ground, the couple left with satisfaction.

Harry looked at the child in his arms and poked her little face with his finger. "She's still a child. Even though she's a crooked sapling, she still has a chance to correct herself."

With this thought in mind, he handed the child over to a wizard. He wanted to laugh when he saw the wizard acting in a panic as if facing a great enemy.

"Clinton, you must keep a close eye on this child and keep track of his changes."

Clinton showed an honest smile, and he was secretly happy in his heart that his loyalty to his master was worthy of his loyalty, as he was the first person he thought of when there was anything or a task.

"Sir, what is his name? How should I address him?"

Harry did some research on the way back, but was unable to find out about the boy's past. He must have lost his memory when he mutated, leaving behind his past and starting a new life.

"Now that he is your child, he will naturally follow your instructions. Think of a name and then tell me."

He threw the matter to Clinton with a clear conscience, "Oh, by the way, I have to go out again. If there are many teams coming to this place, don't drive them away. Let them camp together on the lakeshore."

Clinton nodded, but he was inwardly as if he was facing a great enemy. He didn't even have a girlfriend, so how could he have a child? Who would be interested in him now?

"Ok?"

Seeing that Clinton didn't say anything for a long time, Harry retracted his steps that were about to step out of the tent, walked up to Clinton, and looked up at the tall wizard.

Clinton smiled innocently, "Okay, Master, I understand."

Harry nodded. His most important task now was to find all the children back before the sun sets tomorrow.

Because according to Ron's report, the fastest team's journey would only take less than a day, so he needed to make a quick decision.

The clue that he originally wanted to find suddenly came to an abrupt end. Harry knew that he could not waste any more time here, so he took off his hood, took off his hood.

He thought of Harry who suddenly appeared in his tent. He and Zhou Fu had always had a strange relationship. Perhaps they arrived at the same time.

Maybe I need to ask Harry.

Hiding in the depths of the fog, Harley suddenly felt a slight fluctuation in her consciousness, a gentle and leisurely feeling that was extremely familiar to her.

She quickly connected with the spiritual consciousness and heard a familiar voice.

"Did you come here with Zhou Fu?"

"Zhou Fu?!"

Harry was a little surprised. How could it be possible?

"Oh, so you didn't know. Okay, thank you."

Harry quickly cut off the connection between the two, and then wandered aimlessly on the street, for some reason, which was naturally to hide his body.

She doesn't know? In that case, let's go to the lake and see if there are any witnesses in the nearest residential house. Maybe there will be some clues there.

Harry was lying beside a rock, lurking like a cheetah, but her heart was in turmoil. Harry's question just now really disrupted her plans.

How could Zhou Fu be here? She received news that the guy seemed to have been ambushed by his companions and was dying, not to mention that this was confirmed by the master himself.

How could the master be wrong?

Zhou Fu himself was in a very important situation and she was not allowed to have any deviation. Harley immediately gave up her next plan and she needed to report to her master immediately.

The so-called Zhou Fu was, at this moment, hiding in a house out of boredom. The house was located in a remote area and its owner seldom interacted with neighbors. It was common for there to be no communication for two or three days. The place was also relatively large, enough to hide many people.

"Zhou Fu" touched his facial features, then frowned in disgust. He was really not used to it.

The children in the room were still sleeping, so she used a larger amount of medicine to make them sleep longer without hurting their bodies.

It's time to relax.

Um?!--

Someone is coming. Did that guy find this place so quickly? I really underestimated him.

"Zhou Fu" observed the environment here and found that there was no way to hide the child in such a short time, so he could only make himself disappear.

Her figure turned into flowing water and slowly disappeared into the wall.

"Is anyone here? Is anyone here?" It was a boy.

"There shouldn't be anyone here. This place is far from the central market and close to the lake. It's too remote."

"That's not the way it should be. That's what the notebook says, right?"

Dudley pulled out a black notebook from his pocket. Half of it had been used, and the other half was clean and tidy. The feather pen moved smoothly across it, emitting a faint scent of paper and ink.

He turned to the pages in the middle, where there were traces of water droplets that had stuck and then dried, smudged the ink in large areas, and some words could be seen here and there.

"That should be right. The owner of this house is also a man. He and the owner of the notebook seemed to be in a relationship, but they broke up later for some reason."

"Tsk, there really is something interesting about Great Britain," Cowen complained.

Dudley turned from the first page of the notebook to the last page. The front page was full of compliments to the owner of the house, saying that he was handsome, kind and brave, and powerful. Everyone liked him very much. Even on the way to escape, no one had any evil thoughts about him. They liked to describe him with all the beautiful words in the world.

But later, they found out that their hatred and admiration were so cheap. After only half a month, he did not show his invincible strength and power, and began to show signs of weakness. Those people rushed forward and turned their original compliments into the most vicious curses.

Those who keep saying they like and love me, act like cowards or simply turn a blind eye. They are only willing to enjoy the sense of honor brought by his strength, but don't like to share his loss for me.

The man made a long criticism in his notes, without mentioning any serious matters, and only hurriedly wrote a sentence on the last line.

"I am the only one who knows that there is a nuclear bomb under the lake. He was one of the people who participated in the research and development, and he made great contributions. However, the people who developed it with him died or were injured in the escape. There are only a few left. That group of people cut off their own hope of survival. I want to stay here and watch them perish bit by bit."

Dudley stroked the paper again and again, the notes now weighing a thousand pounds in his palm.

At this moment, the owner of the notes returned to the house and found signs of someone coming. He frantically searched for his notes in the room, but found that they had disappeared.

"Zhou Fu" leaned against the wall and heard their conversation, watching them searching the room over and over again.

The owner of this house? She thought to herself. Fortunately, she did not use any cruel means to kill him. She just threw him into the bushes not far away. There were no giant beasts here, so he should not die inexplicably. She moved silently little by little in front of the two of them, and then left the room. She wanted to find that person.

"Did you notice something was wrong with the room next door?"

"What? Is there a house there? Isn't it just an empty yard?" Cowen was a little confused.

"Hush, I'll go take a look." Dudley threw the notebook to Corwin.

Cowen caught it in a panic. It was bigger and heavier than his school exercise book. He was also curious, so he flipped through the story.

The owner of the house had a fever which led to some minor mistakes during the experiment, which were eventually magnified by some people, who said that his body had been eroded by the fog and had mutated. Those people were very scared, and some said they wanted to expel him, while others said they should kill him.

But more people kept silent and did not care about it. Later, the arrival of wizards solved the matter. They proved that the man only had the most common influenza virus and he gradually got better after drinking a tube of potion.

They don't want to admit that they are such shameless people, so they automatically ignore men.

The owner of the house moved here little by little from the side of the original market. He was a talkative and cheerful person by nature. His smile made people feel happy. It was almost dawn, but he gradually became silent and deep. Cowen seemed to see himself in him. This was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. No wonder the location was so remote and far away from where people lived. It turned out that there was such a reason.

Later, the owner of the house was afraid of implicating his lover, so he broke up with him cruelly. In the end, he stopped participating in any scientific experiments and moved next to the lake.

Dudley approached little by little, the radar in his heart sending out warnings, and the moment his hand touched it, it was a transparent barrier.

This was not arranged by the owner of the house, but by a wizard. He immediately made this judgment and at the same time became more alert, wondering if someone was lurking in the dark and preparing to launch a sneak attack.

When Zhou Fu, who had found the man, suddenly noticed movement in the distance and spotted Harry's figure for the first time, she had never been so happy.

When dogs bite each other, both are left with a mouth full of fur. Oh no, that's not right. It should be described as when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits. She just needs to hide in the dark and watch the show, but before that she has to hide Harry's movements.