Harry Potter and the Rebirth

In an enclosed space, Harry took off his outer cloak, revealing his aging face. Hermione followed behind him with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Is there nothing I can do to help you?"

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry sat on the stone bed, gently stroking the marble texture, which was oily and smooth. He had stayed here alone for a long time in the past.

"Let's go. I believe you."

"What if I say no?" Hermione looked at Harry stubbornly, "Maybe things haven't come to this point yet, and you don't have to -"

Harry interrupted her.

"Ron is a bit crude-minded. He doesn't understand. Even after working with me for such a long time, he still can't know my true intentions." Harry looked straight at Hermione.

"But you are different. On the first day you came, you already realized my purpose. Go quickly. No one can stop me from doing what I am going to do. You are the only one who can still do something."

Hermione was silent. She stood there and took one last look at Harry.

"I hope to see you again."

"it is good."

Then Hermione left. If nothing unexpected happened, she would never come back here again. She would return to her position as Minister of Magic, and then use her power to do things that Harry could not do.

The Minister suddenly returned, but there was no news from her husband, the captain of the Auror team. This incident was made into various stories, but what was strange was that the Weasley family did not make any movement. They lived a very normal life, and the two sides reached a different tacit understanding.

After the minister returned, he issued a series of orders, many of which were completely confusing.

She first announced that the cooperation with Muggles had achieved the latest breakthroughs and progress. They had made unprecedented progress in the field of science. It was reported that they were expected to successfully break the boundaries between Muggles and wizards and bring peace to the world.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

However, the scientific research team and cooperation matters mentioned by Hermione were still a blank sheet of paper, and this matter attracted the attention of most of the wizards.

In the Muggle world, the government seemed to have received some revelation and began to infiltrate information in this regard bit by bit.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Another thing is that the minister hopes to count the number of wizards and formally classify the power of the wizarding world, abandoning the previous general and vague power classification.

Beginner, intermediate, advanced, and great wizard.

Each level is divided into three categories: upper, middle and lower. The lower level is equivalent to a young wizard who has just entered school, and every wizard can enter the intermediate level after graduating from school.

The only wizards who can be called high-level wizards are the elites in the Auror team. As for the great wizards, they are equivalent to Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Voldemort.

After this rule came out, many people were eager to try it out, but there were also many who were not motivated. The clear level division hurt their sensitive hearts, and they became more and more resistant and disgusted with this matter. Then they turned their anger towards the current Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger, who proposed this proposition and rule.

Among these major events, there are also some things that seem very normal, but are completely unnecessary when you think about it carefully.

Disappearance case.

When collecting household registration information, staff may ask about experiences in the past few years, where you work, or where you travel.

When some people have very vague memories of the past two or three years and cannot tell where they are, the staff will quietly mark a few marks on their files.

Hermione sat in her office, holding a thick stack of papers in her hands, and another stack under her elbow.

This is a joint Muggle official statistics of missing persons cases in the past five years, which have been specially screened and have the information of those who disappeared and returned again neatly placed there.

Hermione rubbed her temples with a headache. According to Harry, as people who had traveled through two worlds, they were the key anchor points supporting the arrival of others, so the distribution must be even.

She could use her power to control more than a dozen people, but how could she explain it? And how could she make them stay there willingly?

At this time, a lady with short hair and neat clothes walked in with a stack of documents.

"Minister, collecting population statistics is too much work and the ministry is short-staffed, especially since you specifically requested that wizards do all the work themselves and not use magic."

There was a hint of complaint in her tone.

Hermione's eyes lit up. She lowered her head and pulled out a number of files of marked wizards from the stack of papers in her hand and handed them to her.

"Send these people over here and tell them that the Ministry of Magic is hiring with generous salaries."

The female subordinate was obviously a little surprised. This development was obviously not what she expected. She nodded slightly, "Okay."

When she saw the people on the list clearly, her hands shook slightly.

The others are fine. At first glance, they all seem to be in urgent need of a job to support their families. But what’s going on with these few people?

Malfoy, Nott, Black, Carrow...

Although these ancestors had a bad reputation after what happened to Voldemort, they probably wouldn't look down on the job of collecting household registration information.

She expressed her concerns.

Hermione tapped the desk with two fingers. "How about this? You take it down and sift through the list. Come to my office at this time tomorrow and hand over the people in trouble to me."

"Okay." The female subordinate breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head and looked at the documents in her arms, then she remembered her purpose.

"Minister, some of these were given to you by the Department of Mysteries, and some are related to some things that happened in the UK some time ago, um -"

She paused, "Maybe a little weird."

Hermione nodded, "Okay, bring it here."

When the office was empty, Hermione leaned her head on the chair, looking at the empty ceiling, and with a kick of her long legs, the chair moved to the window, from where she could clearly see the bustling Muggle street.

The golden sunlight shone down obliquely, which reminded her of that day, and it seemed to be the same -

"Harry—" she muttered.

Ron waited for the food. Dobby seemed to be particularly prompt today and unexpectedly brought a lot of rich ingredients. He carried a big copper pot on his head on his small body, with a curved copper piece in the middle, dividing the copper pot into two. He was shaking a pile of things in one hand.

And Harry followed him and took a lot of things.

"Where's Hermione? Where's Hermione?" Ron looked behind him.

"She left."

"What? So soon? I wanted her to stay a little longer. Are you ready?" Ron took the ingredients from Harry and looked down. "We're having hot pot today. This is unprecedented."

Dobby explained, "I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley, this is the master's order."

"Don't blame yourself, don't blame yourself, I don't blame you." Ron spoke before he could finish his words.

He suddenly became silent, and he moved sideways to Harry's side. "Are you really ready?"

"Ah."

The two looked at each other in silence. In the long and dark cave, they could clearly hear each other's heartbeats and the sound of food colliding with each other.

"Dobby, Dobby, can you go over?" Dobby finally stopped at the junction. He knew that if he went over, he would expose himself to the five people in the cave.

"Sorry, Dobby." Harry shook his head.

"No need to apologize to Dobby. Dobby is the one who listens to his master the most. He is unlike other elves. They—"

"Thank you, Dobby. Please hurry back, otherwise——"

"it is good."

Ron was a little confused. After listening to his words, it seemed as if the roles of the most rebellious elf and the most obedient elf had been swapped.

Harry held the copper pot in one hand and his wand in the other, and a number of objects were floating behind him.

"That world is already crumbling. It is normal for the contract signed between the wizard and the first generation of elves, as well as the long-term domestication, to begin to mutate."

As if he had thought of something funny, he grinned, "Hermione's Society for the Protection of House-Elves will soon become the Society for the Protection of Wizards."

"How is this possible?" Ron closed his jaw, which was about to drop. "Are you kidding me, elf? How is this possible?"

This long tunnel seemed to have no end yet. Harry patiently explained, "Hermione actually knew about it a long time ago. Before you came here, didn't you notice that the vomiting organization was being held less and less frequently?"

Ron touched his head. His memories were not yet sorted out, and the differences and similarities between the three worlds were mixed.

Sometimes it was the book, where the protagonists held their children and made a perfect farewell at King's Cross Station. Sometimes it was this world, where Ron relied on his own "ability" to reach the position of Auror Captain after going through untold hardships. And finally, the most refreshing thing might be in that mutated world -

Like a tumor, thick water is filled between tissues. The pink mist mutates all normal cells one by one, forcing the few remaining lives to move into the cracks in order to survive.

Thinking of this, Ron seemed to have a vague understanding. What Harry did was like taking out the few normal cells in the tumor, preserving them, and reintegrating them into normal tissues.

And the act of locking them in the cave is like - isolation.

Yes, that’s right, isolation.

According to normal thinking, why did George and Fred directly deliver it? Did they disinfect it? And it has been confirmed to be normal.

What about the people in the cave? What will Harry do next?

Ron looked at himself, then at Harry who was already walking ahead, and wanted to touch his beard very much. What about himself? He seemed to be isolated as well.

Everyone in the cave was at a loss. Dumbledore thought that he and Grindelwald could leave here together, but he didn't expect that any attacking magic would be swallowed up silently like hitting cotton.

Snape leaned against the wall, his left leg bent without exerting any strength, his arms folded, staring at a stone in the distance, silent.

Half of his body suddenly tended to fall because the hard support suddenly became soft. He quickly adjusted his posture, taking advantage of his height, and suddenly found that the wall in front of him began to change. In the blink of an eye, the protruding stone turned into the shape of a person.

Harry and Snape were very close to each other. They looked up and down and looked at each other.

Harry could clearly see Snape's chin. There was a beard sticking out very abruptly, then stubbornly turned a corner and pierced back into the flesh, forming a small bridge.

Harry unconsciously rubbed the edge of the copper pot with one hand, wanting to reach out and pull off the stubble.

Snape felt a little scared when being stared at. He took two steps back unconsciously and watched Harry and Ron crawl out from the wall he had just leaned against.

This was also the place where Ron left. He studied this place for a long time but couldn't find any clues.

Dumbledore walked over and looked at the large and small bags of things. His right eyelid twitched slightly. How come this doesn't match the style of this place?

Grindelwald adapted well. "Hey, kid, we're having hot pot today."

Rosier followed him, wand raised, and the stone in the middle grew larger and more fluffy, its color brighter, and finally turned into a solid cylinder.

The ingredients automatically come to the table.

"These things still need everyone to deal with them personally." Harry said.

Ron came out from behind him and said, "Yes, yes, you can live a comfortable life by doing it yourself."

He began to assign tasks without any hesitation, and everyone completed the work at hand in this strange atmosphere.

Dumbledore, the cunning old man with a white beard, took the opportunity to come to the wall where Harry appeared and tried to transform it.

However, there was no movement.

Like a dud, it made him cough awkwardly a few times.

According to Gamp's Law of Transfiguration, magic items cannot be transformed, which means -

His thoughts ended here, but he was stunned when he saw the table that Rozier had conjured up. What was going on with the table?

He sat on the stone bench next to Harry, feeling a little awkward. His part of the task was divided between Grindelwald and Harry.

"Can you really not take off your cloak?"

Dumbledore asked with some curiosity. Until now he had not seen the true face of this so-called Harry Potter.

"are you sure?"

"Yeah, of course."

"No." Harry refused flatly, pretending not to notice Dumbledore's embarrassment.

Grindelwald beside him smiled unceremoniously. Snape raised his eyebrows, then faced Harry and sat down opposite him.

Professor Cat Cat didn't say a word from beginning to end. She kept looking at Harry with concern and a hint of heartache.

Harry was burned by such a look and pulled the left hood of his hood forward a little to block her view.

Dumbledore, who was standing by, noticed this little movement, and the heaviness in his eyes disappeared a little, becoming relaxed and happy.