Harry Potter and the Rebirth

This was a very common particle transition. The energy emitted dissipated as usual, and the surface of the object emitted a slight heat.

Suddenly, the energy is recovered in an instant, the particles return to their original positions, and the entropy of the entire matter begins to increase infinitely.

bang——

Almost imperceptible, this is the most common self-destruction in this vast universe.

But for that world, it was truly an earthquake. The old man, the then headmaster of Hogwarts, led the students out of the castle and looked up to see several flashes of light in the dark sky.

In that instant, doomsday arrived, and it first hit the Muggle Islands that had been separated overseas. A group of powerless people looked at the disaster from the sky, and all they could do was hold their heads and cry, and then helplessly accept their own fate of destruction.

The mountain collapsed, flames appeared, and the most devastating thing was that, as the edge of this world, the people who had fled to the beach to avoid the fire could clearly see the picture in the distance, which was becoming blurred little by little, as if someone was painting it wantonly with a colored pen, and regular small squares with their own pixels were rushing towards them.

Almost no one could escape. Before they even had time to struggle, they were broken down into small squares by this invisible force, and then slowly fell silent, their consciousness falling into darkness.

That cursed scorched earth, black is now the main color there, the place where the dragon hides, has been silently erased, even worse than the archipelago where the Muggles live, and has only become the farthest black background in the picture.

The center of the picture is Hogwarts, with the Forbidden Forest as an embellishment.

Escape, struggle, and accept your fate.

Insults, curses, and wailing.

Ron took a closer look and felt that the painting donated by the alumnus was not simple.

His huge nose almost hit the Hogwarts Castle. The old man in front of him looked a little familiar, but he couldn't tell exactly what he was looking at.

"Is this what you were telling me about? The latest work of art by the famous Muggle painter?"

"Yes, this series will be officially exhibited in London in three days."

The man pulled out an invitation letter from his bosom. As an outstanding graduate invited by the headmaster of Hogwarts, this guy spanned Great Britain, Scotland and Northern Ireland. Even though due to historical reasons, there were some sordid conflicts between the three parties, the local residents disliked each other very much.

As a wizard who immigrated from France and came to Hogwarts to study, he was able to thrive in these three places as an outsider. Even at this alumni reunion, many people knew him and followed him.

"Hermione—"

The man suddenly straightened up and raised his hand. "Why are you here too? I invited you just now, but you said you were busy."

The man's tone sounded aggrieved, and Hermione quickly begged for mercy.

"You, you know each other." Ron was a little surprised.

Hermione crossed her arms, "Why, you are allowed to have a wide range of friends? You are not the only male friend I have."

Her tone and attitude were very intimate. Logically, Ron should have been angry, but he didn't feel anything in that regard at the moment. He just felt a sense of déjà vu, and a warmth flowed in his heart.

"Then it's settled. I'll put this painting here. Of course, you can also help me attract more like-minded people. After all, the exhibition has just opened and needs some popularity. I also invited a special correspondent from the Daily Prophet that day--"

"Okay, okay, we will go to support you, and I will call our whole family over then."

"And Hermione, you—"

"I'm no worse than him. Although my parents have recently developed some interest in teeth and have not dared to go out for many days, I will force them to come out of the house and exercise outside."

Hermione felt helpless. It was obvious that the problem could be solved by potions, but they seemed to be possessed and insisted on operating those strange instruments and putting them in their mouths to dig around. It was really an uncomfortable feeling.

She shuddered all over at the thought of this.

The man held the photo frame in both hands, and after making sure it was fixed, he carefully looked at the castle in the center with rich colors, and at the forest below the painting, where there was a girl with black hair and a white dress. With just a few strokes, he outlined her thousands of different styles.

He stroked it with his fingers, then said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and passed a black-haired man on the way back.

The man's nose turned up, his chin slightly raised, he rushed to Ron who was behind him and started to taunt him. The two of them exchanged verbal attacks. Hermione pinched her head with a headache, and felt that not only did she have a headache today, but her hands were also hurting.

She looked down at her palm, the tingling feeling became more intense. Why? She woke up alone in the restaurant, and then came to the outside of the castle. She saw the figure but it disappeared in an instant. Everything around her felt very strange, as if the person who had gone there was not herself, but another person with the same name named Hermione.

It's ridiculous.

She shook her head helplessly and began to carefully appreciate the portrait that the man had donated to Hogwarts.

From a professional perspective, these portraits have rough composition, but bold colors and are full of emotion.

For example, in the portrait Hermione was looking at now, a long train was whizzing past the mountains, white circles rose into the air little by little, and then dissipated in the air.

The golden light is the main color of the whole picture, which makes people feel happy just by looking at it. This is a good fantasy work.

For this world, this kind of transportation device that looks like a box and can hold all the people inside is really useless.

This is what one might think from a rational perspective, but Hermione felt it was very familiar. She could even vaguely feel the crowded space, the awkward interactions between strangers, the tit-for-tat between different schools, and herself rushing to finish her summer homework.

What's wrong with me?

Hermione shook her head, not interested in continuing to look at these portraits. As a niche art exhibition, a static exhibition, it was not popular among the mainstream.

A well-known artist once criticized it harshly, saying that it was a blasphemy against the magic of wizards and a regression of art, but there is a good saying.

The minority is the majority.

The scene might have been really lively that day, so she was a little impatient.

Soon it was three days later, in an empty square, the man applied to the Ministry of Magic for the rental of the venue, and the entire exhibition was arranged in a circle.

They were all static paintings, and not one of them allowed the portrait wizard to visit.

Ron came to the center. There were already many people gathered in front of the huge portrait. The painting was in darker tones. The person in the center looked strange, with his entire body covered tightly with silver iron, leaving only his emerald green eyes.

Then he was followed on either side by four people wearing the same clothes as him, riding a horse, the ground was dusty and the background was pitch black.

To be honest, some colors were too bright and abrupt, while others were particularly gloomy and obscure. He was not very interested in these and was paying special attention to a young man next to him whose back was only drawn.

It seems that many portraits describe this person.

His back, his forehead, his eyes, and his magic wand.

If you look down from the sky, these paintings are placed in a huge circle, forming three clustered areas, like stars surrounding the moon, protecting the painting in the center.

Draco was fascinated by the portrait on the outermost edge. He wondered who was so obsessed with the heroic figure of Anigmas. This giant white dragon hovered above the black mountains, overlooking everything in the world. All living beings were just a grain of sand under his feet.

Mighty and majestic, no man should be like this.

His hair has faded a little, the tips are black, but the newest growth has a platinum transition.

But Draco didn't realize that no one can see the top of their head, and any normal person would think so.

The closer she got to this place, the more painful Hermione's palms became, until she endured the pain and came to the center of the exhibition. Looking at the painting, a strange thought arose in her mind.

Tear up this picture.

Why tear it up? It's just a picture.

More and more people came. A lady with a magic camera on her back, mean eyes and bright red lips swaggered in. No one paid any attention to her wherever she went.

She was a little dissatisfied and kept mumbling, but it was unclear what she was saying.

"What's so good about this? If that person hadn't given me so much, I wouldn't have wanted to come to this kind of place—"

Soon the man shut up. Although he was in his sixties or seventies, he was at the age when he worked hard. With his identity as a beetle, he once made great achievements in the journalistic industry and obtained secret intelligence. However, he was suddenly stabbed in the back. At the age when he was about to retire, his transformation was exposed by someone.

He had no choice but to make amends for his crime and find some very topical and controversial news in return for the editor of the Daily Prophet's plea for mercy.

This is outrageous. Do I, Rita Skeeter, need that old woman to talk to?

The result is affirmative.

In order to collect the huge fine, she could only come to this uninviting little place, take a few photos and stuff them into the skills corner of the Daily Prophet, as if she had completed the transaction with that person.

More and more people are coming.

At this moment it was like a whirlpool, crowded with people, and many of them were eager to take out their photo balls.

There was a sudden commotion among the people in the center, with screams and cries.

Soon afterwards, a large part of the bustling crowd used Apparition to move away from here, standing in the outer circle, watching the turmoil happening inside.

A well-known person suddenly went mad, took out his wand, and cast a spell on the painting in the center, which shattered it into pieces.

Rita Skeeter was like a fly that smelled a cracked egg; the overwhelming stench seemed sweet to her.

In order to move quickly, she deliberately turned into a small flying insect, and then squeezed in and out of the gaps between people. Soon she arrived at the open space.

There was a lady collapsed on the ground with her wands scattered around, and people around her were whispering, as if this guy was a famous person.

Who could it be? Why does this figure from behind look so familiar to me?

Oh my god, it really looks familiar.

Rita Skeeter was so happy that she almost jumped up. This was truly a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. If she published this photo in tomorrow's Daily Prophet, she couldn't imagine how much money she would make. As an exclusive special reporter, she was once again proud.

Rita Skeeter is absolutely convinced that her career will become her epitaph.

It just so happens that the rigid, smooth-going guy has come to this day.

Who said this exhibition was bad? This exhibition was amazing. It not only made me money, but also gave me a big boost in my career.

The little beetle she turned into circled around Hermione, trying to record all her ugly behaviors clearly.

"Hermione!"

Ron pushed through the crowd, ran to Hermione's side, and helped her up.

"What are you looking at? What's so good about it?"

Someone recognized that this was the youngest son of the Weasley family. His full head of red hair was an extremely conspicuous feature. Those who were unsure of Hermione's identity just now suddenly realized.

This legendary couple finally got confirmed today.

Many people, hindered by the power of the Weasley family, walked away awkwardly. If they are not allowed to look, then they are not allowed to look. Why are they so fierce?

"Hermione, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the hospital."

"fine."

She opened her palm and revealed two large letters.

"HP"

Ron said nothing. He picked up Hermione and disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only countless rumors, which spread exponentially among the crowd and grew explosively.

The strong airflow caused by the disappearance knocked some portraits to the ground.

There was an eleven-year-old girl who had just received her admission letter from Hogwarts. To celebrate, she begged her parents every day to bring her here to watch the fun.

"There is a portrait here that has fallen down. Let's help it up, okay?" A gentle oriental woman at the side whispered to the little girl.

"it is good."

The mother and daughter worked together to prop up the two-meter-high and one-and-a-half-meter-long portrait again.

This is a beautiful secret place. The edge seems to be painted with abstract artistic techniques. Rich pink wraps the entire picture. In the center is a crystal clear lake with continuous mountains. There is an ice-blue flower floating quietly on the lake, sparkling and rippling.

There were many children flying kites on the shore.

This painting is actually moving.

This kind of artistic creation that uses static exhibition as a gimmick is extremely rare.

“Why is this the only painting that moves? Does the artist want to express something?”

This gentle oriental woman thought carefully and keenly noticed a group of small tents on the left side of the picture, with many people walking around there.

Another little man ran to the corner, where there seemed to be a big hole, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Due to the various elements between the paintings, they were not fixed, and the woman did not care and went to the other side with her child.

The portrait over there depicts a fiercely competitive Quidditch match, one red and one green, which should be a melee between Gryffindor and Slytherin houses.