Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Go away." The Auror was obviously very impatient. He tightly grasped the paper in his hand, and his beard trembled slightly.

Neil was a little discouraged, but he was revived with full health when he turned around. For the newcomer, every moment of the mission was very fresh.

He had to observe the surroundings carefully to see if he could catch one or two criminals. The missing persons case had been making a lot of noise these days, and their stories were so detailed that Neil almost believed it when he heard it for the first time.

However, the source of the news was "The Quibbler", and it was said that it was started by a mentally ill witch. In the past few years, the front-page headlines of newspapers were all about research reports on harassment. In recent years, it has been better, and these news have been moved to the corner of the back page.

This was a busy street, and several of his team members were wearing Muggle clothes, sitting in a roadside cafe drinking coffee, while his captain was next to the bar, seemingly asking the waiter there for a few cups of coffee.

Neil withdrew his gaze and hung his head, hating himself for being born a few years later. He could not see those heroic stories and characters, and could only endure the boring life helplessly.

At this time, a young man caught his attention. He was wearing a beige windbreaker, a blue and white striped T-shirt, navy blue pants, and ordinary white sneakers.

There was a lightning-shaped scar on the left side of his forehead, which made Neil, who was very familiar with the story of Harry Potter saving the wizarding world since he was a child, feel a chill in his heart.

I took two steps forward unconsciously.

This should be a Muggle, the scar is also different. Neil sighed and retracted his gaze. How could it be possible?

Harry Potter had disappeared a long time ago, and rumors had it that it was his best brother who did it.

It was a pity that his former Auror Captain also disappeared a few days ago.

"Neil, let's go to the next place."

"Ah good."

Two of his teammates stayed in the coffee shop. They were the most familiar with Muggles. Before becoming wizards, they lived in the Muggle world for 11 years. Although their clothes were a little old, they were much better than theirs who were out of place and even a little weird.

The old captain led them to explore the next mission point, which was where their target often moved around.

Neil was sent to communicate with the local police and needed to use their surveillance to cooperate with the investigation. Before that, he also needed to find a middleman to be responsible for the communication between himself and the police station.

This is a new department established in the Ministry of Magic in recent years, the Muggle United Services Department. It is said that it encountered a lot of opposition when it was first established, but later the voice was silenced by the tough measures of the current Minister of Magic.

Those who oppose it relax the conditions and can cooperate appropriately with Muggle official forces under the premise of complying with most international wizarding secrecy laws.

The visitor was a capable girl with short hair, silver-rimmed glasses, and wearing the uniform of the local police station.

It was hard to imagine that this was a wizard. Neil followed her and sighed as he looked at her thin back.

Could this guy be getting two salaries a month?

Just as he was lost in his own thoughts, the young man in the coffee shop closed the newspaper in his hand, put a few pounds of bills under the coffee cup, and left.

At this time, a waiter came over with some surprise and shouted quickly, "We don't accept cash payments here, sir."

The young man's back was a little stiff. He turned around awkwardly and looked at the big words written in front of the counter, with two QR codes attached next to them.

At this time, the two wizards who remained in the store raised their heads in surprise, staring at this man who seemed trendy but was actually ancient.

Are there still people using cash in this day and age?

"Sorry, I forgot to bring it when I went out--" His eyes scanned the surroundings. Many fancy patterns flashed on the surface of the long and thin rectangle.

"Cellphone." He seemed to have used a lot of effort to spit out these two words, and then took out a few more pounds from his pocket and handed them to the waiter together with the bills under the coffee cup.

"Here's your tip."

The waiter looked down and was very happy. He looked up and wanted to thank the young man, but found that the young man had already run away. He could only vaguely see his helpless back.

“What a rip-off.”

"really."

This was a very small episode, which was soon completely worn away by the complex world.

Only the young man who ran away kept thinking about this matter over and over again in his heart until his cheeks turned red.

Neil quickly arrived at the police station. He was curious whether everyone knew about the group of wizards?

However, everyone here is busy, talking to each other, running around with a stack of documents, or simply addicted to their mobile phones.

Due to the public nature of the agency, many people come and go every day. Some of them wore silver handcuffs and saw the capable female police officer in front of them, greeted her in a friendly manner, and then left in a hurry.

The policewoman took Neil deeper into the cave. There were fewer and fewer people there, and the sounds were getting weaker and weaker, until she could only hear her own footsteps.

"It's right here, please."

"Oh, okay." He said thank you shyly and watched the policewoman leave with a blank expression. Their entire conversation did not exceed four sentences.

"Come in, hello, Mr. Wizard, my name is Tom."

"Hello." Neil was still very shy. Mr. Tom was exceptionally handsome, with fair skin and black hair, which symbolized noble bloodline in this land of England.

He looked at him carefully and found that he was not a wizard but an ordinary Muggle.

The man seemed to have been prepared for this. He turned on a computer, packaged and classified all the videos of the man from the past month until his disappearance, and told Neil about his work results in great detail.

Neil was quickly brought into the situation by his superb guiding skills. It was really magical, and he exclaimed sincerely.

But the computer screen suddenly flickered, and Mr. Tom looked distressed. "Excuse me, do you have a magic wand with you?"

"Ah, oh." He nodded.

"For some unknown reasons, wizards' wands and powers will have a certain impact on our technological products. Can you leave it at the door?"

Neil was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay. You can put it in the iron cabinet behind you. It can be partially isolated there."

This time it's closer to me.

He has not yet learned wandless magic, which is said to be a skill that only people at the level of the Dark Lord or Dumbledore can master.

It should be safe here. He touched a mirror in his pocket and put his wand into the iron cabinet.

I turned around and watched the surveillance video on the computer with the friendly policeman.

The sunlight outside the window grew longer and darker, and disappeared quietly with some of the night's chill.

Neil pinched his sore neck. At this time, Mr. Tom kindly handed him a cup of milk tea with a red straw.

"It's delicious. It's very popular in the Muggle world recently. You should try it."

Neil smelled it and it was very sweet.

Our Mr. Tom stood behind Neil, staring at the young man carefully, watching him smile with satisfaction after drinking the milk tea.

Boom!

At this time, Neil's captain was standing at the door of the police station. He seemed a little anxious, but for some reason he didn't dare to go in.

The capable female police officer came out. It was already time to get off work and the police station was pitch dark.

"Where's Neil?"

"He's still in there." The man replied coldly.

"Why did it take so long?"

“Too much stuff.”

The captain didn't know why he felt anxious, and an inexplicable uneasiness began to torment him.

"I want to go in and take a look," he requested.

"Only one person can enter at a time. This is the minister's request." The policewoman brought the newly-released clauses, which would help to better ensure confidentiality.

"You are committing a foul by coming here now," she reminded again.

The old captain narrowed his eyes slightly. He had complete trust in his sixth sense, which had saved him countless times, for this so-called colleague.

Ah.

The policewoman put on a full-on display, but when the old member forced his way through, she let him in like releasing the sea.

The old captain was a little surprised, but he still rushed in without looking back. He didn't use any magic. Seeing that there were not many people in the police station, he thought there was no big deal to go in and take a look.

The policewoman stared at his gradually disappearing back, with a struggling expression on her face. The icy coldness that kept people at a distance faded away, revealing her fate of being controlled like a puppet.

The young man was not far from the police station. After seeing this scene, he held up the umbrella he had just bought, which still had some rain on it.

"Miss, you seem to be in trouble?"

The policewoman gave him a cold look, then, as if she had made up her mind, she walked into the dim police station without looking back.

The young man was about to go in when he heard several gunshots and then a loud bang.

The orange-red flames were very conspicuous in the evening, and the relatively majestic building began to sway from side to side.

The young man cursed and rushed in.

The next morning, the front page headline of the Muggle News reported an attack on the police station, which was very arrogant after all. It was reported that more than a dozen police officers were killed, and the attacker was wearing a photo of the old captain.

This veteran member who had experienced hundreds of battles and had made countless achievements ended his life in this way.

The Daily Prophet also reported the news, but the title was - Surprise! Muggle attack, Minister's inaction, leading to the death of three Aurors.

The perpetrator, a female reporter named Rita Skeeter, attached an exclusive photo of a young man with a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

For a time, this newspaper caused an uproar in public opinion.

"Nonsense! Don't blame everything on Harry. According to his age, he should be a 30-year-old middle-aged man now."

Arthur touched his gray hair and looked at the newspaper angrily. Molly came out from the kitchen when she heard the sound. While she was getting a bottle of jam, her husband became so angry.

In the kitchen Ginny was wearing an apron, helping to take care of the house and her and Harry's children.

"What's wrong?" Molly asked softly.

"Look, it's this crazy woman again. She's still writing nonsense at such an old age."

At this time, George, who was sitting at the dining table, raised his left hand and said, "Father, this is just a pronoun."

Arthur pushed up the frame of his glasses, "What do you mean?"

"You can understand that it is a group of people who don't like Harry. They firmly believe that the Savior did nothing. Even during the Battle of Hogwarts, he went to the Forbidden Forest alone, which was also a cowardly choice to escape Voldemort."

"Bullshit!" George felt helpless when he saw his little sister swearing.

"How could this happen? Wasn't everything clear back then?" Arthur didn't understand.

Fred walked down the stairs. He and George actually owned their own houses, but for some reasons, they still lived in the Burrow. Hearing the conversation, he explained as he walked.

"It was very clear at first, but I don't know why, but suddenly there was a voice that Harry was Voldemort, until that incident happened. Over the years, their group has grown larger and larger, and they have used attacking Harry Potter as a spiritual consensus to judge enemies and friends."

This is something Fred slowly came to understand after coming into this world. How ridiculous.

The spatula in Ginny's hand suddenly bent. Molly saw this and gently held her daughter's hand with some amusement, then pulled the spatula out of her hand.

"I guess it's because this young man has a scar on his forehead that looks like Harry's, so this article leads him to be a suspect and is published on the front page of the Daily Prophet, right?" Ginny added.

George slowly spread the jam on the bread slices, "Yes - you guessed it right."

Arthur pinched his brows. As an eyewitness to some of the events back then, he knew very well what kind of person Harry Potter was.

Even such a hero cannot be recognized by the public, and is willing to turn the tables even when he is saved.

Hermione at the Ministry of Magic also got the news, but she didn't care about the news in the Daily Prophet.

Two or three hours after the explosion, she learned about the failure of the operation, the deaths of several team members, and the young man next to her.

He was now sitting lazily on her desk, holding the newspaper and criticizing fiercely.

"Guess who did this?" The young man seemed to be smiling, but his expression was very cold, with a hint of obvious disgust.

"Who else could it be? This is a warning to me." Hermione took a deep breath. She had been in this position for too long, and they were all getting restless.

"Do you need my help? This matter can't stop." The young man said lazily.

"No need." Hermione turned her head with some embarrassment, "You——"

"Okay, okay, I know, it will disappear now." The young man raised his hands, and then his figure was like a pencil on paper, being erased bit by bit with an eraser.

Hermione sat down and said loudly, "Come in—"