Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Although Harry already had some ideas in his mind, some of them were too shocking to be discussed in public.

After hearing these questions, some little wizards nearby were eager to try.

"They can't coexist peacefully. Muggles are lowly, inferior creatures." These were said by a young wizard from a pure-blood Slytherin family who was passing by the corridor.

"You are the inferior creature." A young wizard of the same age as Harry glared at him, "I thought the two could live in peace." The young wizard was from Gryffindor College and both his parents were Muggles.

The knocker asked, "Can you tell me the reason?"

A senior Ravenclaw said, "They can't live in peace. Wizards have magic, but Muggles don't. From another perspective, wizards and Muggles are two different creatures. Muggles are extremely cruel to creatures that are not their own kind, such as the witch hunts in the 14th and 15th centuries."

Some of the young wizards nodded in agreement.

"That's not right," retorted the senior from Ravenclaw, whose parents were also Muggles.

"Most of the students at Hogwarts are not pure blood. Their parents have Muggles. Can't they live in peace with their parents? Aren't we hiding in the Muggle world in another form and living with them in this world?"

"You said it was hidden. If they were truly living in peace, then why would wizards need to hide?" someone retorted.

Harry listened to the heated discussion among the people around him. This issue had been lingering in the world for a long time. He watched the door secretly open without anyone knowing, and Harry sneaked in.

The debate outside the door on this topic is still going on, and no accurate answer has been reached. From Harry's own point of view, those who are not of my race must have different hearts. This is a truth in itself. The gap between wizards and Muggles is constantly narrowing with the development of science and technology.

If one day the Muggle technology develops to a certain level and the wizarding world is exposed, it will definitely be a terrible disaster.

Harry thought about the future development of wizard technology, sighed heavily, and decided to complete the current task first.

When Harry entered the Ravenclaw common room, it was full of students reading. Among so many people, only one or two occasionally raised their heads, while the rest were immersed in their own ocean of knowledge.

The sunlight shone through the exquisite arched windows and onto the floor beneath Harry's feet. This quiet yet intense learning atmosphere made Harry involuntarily give up his steps. He opened his eyes and carefully observed the situation in the dormitory.

Suddenly, a strong light stung Harry's eyes, which hurt a little. This was a statue of Ravenclaw. The traces of magic on the statue were heavier than those of the surrounding ones. It was almost blurred and the light made it difficult for Harry to distinguish clearly.

Harry endured the pain in his eyes and carefully traced the marks on it, dismantling it bit by bit.

Some Ravenclaw students noticed the savior who suddenly entered their common room. "What is this guy doing?" "I don't know. Why did he just stand there in a daze as soon as he came in?"

"Forget it, this is none of our business. Let's continue studying and continue the previous topic." The two began to discuss in a low voice.

Harry lived peacefully with other students in the dormitory for a while. No one came up to ask him what he was doing. Everyone had their own things to do and no one cared about other people's lives.

Harry was somewhat uncomfortable in this quiet atmosphere. In Gryffindor, it was always lively and noisy. In Slytherin, it was always filled with status, ambition and desire. In Hufflepuff, it was always kind, indifferent and happy.

As for Ravenclaw, Harry turned around and crawled out of the Ravenclaw dormitory. It should be the desire for knowledge, independence, calmness and self-control.

The crowd that had just gathered had almost dispersed, with only a few Ravenclaw students left gathered in a corner of the wall, discussing in low voices. When Harry walked past them, only the words "Muggles", "Wizards", "Peace" and "Danger" could be heard in his ears.

Hogwarts is the best magic school in the UK. The headmaster here is the most powerful one in the European wizarding world. To some extent, he also represents the current direction of the wizarding world. Harry got some information from them and began to secretly calculate.

Harry saw that the task completion rate was 96%, and thought about the lessons he had learned today. He suddenly felt a little unsatisfied. How about squeezing out some more time to continue talking to the teacher? Tell the teacher what happened today and ask the teacher what he thinks.

On the way back, Quirrell stood in front of him. The man looked cautiously at the people around him and motioned for Harry to follow him, saying that he had something to say to him.

Harry looked surprised. He hadn't seen this person for a long time except during class time.

Could it be...

What Quirrell had reported to him confirmed his uneasy feelings.

"The camera I installed on a Muggle was suddenly destroyed one day. According to the footage he sent over before, the last time they gathered was at the edge of the forest."

"After that Muggle made a few noises, the camera stopped sending any images," Quirrell explained.

"Because there have been cases where some Muggles were bitten to death by poisonous snakes during their search. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, thinking that he had damaged the equipment when he fell."

"But I didn't expect that one of the Muggles told me later that the Muggle was not bitten by a poisonous snake. Instead, his expression changed drastically. He abandoned his father and mother, bought a ticket and flew to England."

Harry's expression suddenly became serious. Quirrell looked at the expression on Harry's face and unconsciously stepped back. In the final analysis, this matter was due to his own poor supervision.

"Do you have a photo of that Muggle?" Harry asked, "And what day and flight did that Muggle take to London?"

Quirrell quickly handed the information he had prepared to Harry.

"It's uncertain when he will fly to London. The Muggle just happened to see the plane ticket he bought, and the destination on it was London."

Harry was silent for a long time, and then asked Bai You in his mind, "I once absorbed Voldemort's soul. Now he has escaped. When he faces me, will I control him?"

"Since you have only absorbed a small part of him, you cannot fully control him. In addition, he cut off his tail in order to survive, leaving the invaded part of his soul in this space, so you can only influence his thoughts." Bai You did not avoid it this time, because he was willing to flatter Harry on this matter.

"Oh, are there still fragments of Voldemort's soul in my head?" Harry was a little curious. Why had he never seen it in his sea of ​​consciousness?

"Don't you know it yourself? There was a piece of that guy left in your brain, and now it has merged with the original one."

Hearing this, Harry touched his heart which had begun to beat violently, and tried to calm his heartbeat.