Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"What?" Ron, who was listening to their conversation, asked in surprise, "What Professor Quirrell? Hasn't our professor always been Professor Black?" Ron searched his memory. Although Quirrell had been a teacher, it was only for a short period of time. Then he disappeared. And it happened that Harry vindicated his godfather and got him the position of professor.

"Neville, did you remember it wrongly?" Hermione's tone became even softer. She was afraid that she would hurt the courage that he had finally mustered.

"We have an early final exam tomorrow, and Defense Against the Dark Arts is in the morning, so we definitely won't be able to attend the class because the professor has to supervise the exam." Hermione explained.

Neville nodded slowly. In the world that no one could see, Neville's head was the clearest, most transparent place, while all around him was a thick pink fog.

As Neville opened his mouth, a lot of thick pink fog suddenly poured into the clear area of ​​his head, and Neville seemed to wake up all of a sudden.

"Yes, yes, yes, look at my memory." He smiled embarrassedly.

Since his memory was usually not very good, Ron and Hermione did not take this little episode to heart. Both of them walked to their respective dormitories with heavy hearts and heavy concerns.

Ron saw that Neville was still there, so he pulled him by his sleeve and dragged him to the dormitory, "Time to go to bed, buddy."

Here, Harry retreated from Filch's office in disappointment. He wanted to ask Filch what he meant by what he said just now, but was ruthlessly driven out and threatened that if he didn't go back to the dormitory to sleep, he would drag him to the professor and deduct Gryffindor's points.

Hiss, interesting, my power is not effective against Muggles. In the majestic palace, the man sat on the throne with a playful smile on his face and great interest revealed in his eyes.

Number 10 Downing Street, London, England, is a majestic building with "Prime Minister's Office" written in the middle of the gate. The people inside are dressed in formal attire and look hurried, exuding an elite temperament, fully demonstrating the qualities that the people in the top government agencies that run a country should have.

Going further in, there is an office full of British atmosphere, low-key and rigorous, yet luxurious. A well-dressed man in a suit sits in his chair with a nervous look. He puts his hands on the table, his fingers groping constantly, and then he puts one hand down and feels the cool touch under the table, and suddenly he feels a little safe.

A portrait hanging next to him moved, and then began to speak, "Minister of Magic Fudge is here." The sudden voice made the boy shake his shoulders. No matter how many times he came, he was still not used to it. How could a portrait be the same as a person?

Could it be that they embedded the person into a portrait? Thinking of this, the man's face turned bitter. He received the news that the minister was coming in advance, and then drove out the people around him.

Hu Ji walked over from the hole in the portrait with his big belly, followed by a man in a black cloak with a serious expression. The sewer hanging in the middle was chilling.

"Who is he? The news I received didn't say that there was another person coming." The Muggle Prime Minister looked at the tall man behind him warily. What did the sudden addition of a person mean?

"Don't be too nervous, we are here just to ask some questions."

"I've already said it, I didn't set up any forces to capture you wizards." The Muggle Prime Minister looked bitter. No matter how he explained it, he couldn't explain it. He said it wasn't him who caused the trouble, but he was the Prime Minister, how could he not know about such a big thing? Who could command an army without going through the Prime Minister?

Although it was he who did it, not all of his ministers were obedient. The forces between the House of Lords and the House of Commons, and between the nobles and the common people were constantly maneuvering. As the person who was elected to the front, he sometimes did not have to approve all matters, but rather it was more of a unanimous consensus reached between the parties.

In silence, Snape had already seen clearly what was going on in the Muggle Prime Minister's mind through his eye contact with him. Well, the puppet pushed to the front had many parties under his control.

"Have you told anyone else about this?" Snape asked. The long-term accumulated pressure from the teacher made the Prime Minister inexplicably shorter, which made him feel a little annoyed.

"How could I possibly tell anyone? If I told anyone about this, they would definitely think I was crazy or insane."

"If I hadn't been prime minister, I wouldn't have believed this rumor."

This was indeed true. Snape and Fudge looked at each other, indicating that what he said was true. The three of them chatted about other things for a while, and then walked through the dark hole in the portrait.

After they left, the Muggle Prime Minister sighed and slumped down on the chair. The soft leather supported his heavy body and the portrait did not move, as if everything that had just happened was just his own fantasy.

He looked around. It was quiet all around. The moon was hanging high in the sky. It was silent and extremely peaceful. He stood up, walked to the portrait and stretched out his finger to touch its border.

The portrait moved. "Don't touch other people's homes casually. Otherwise, if I feel too shaky inside, I will run away." The Muggle Prime Minister smiled and said, "I wouldn't dare."

Then he sat down on the chair again, full of dejection. Well, there was an eyeliner in the office, and he was an eyeliner of another species.

That's right, although wizards look the same as ordinary people, in his eyes, they are superpowered monsters in human skin, and he has to be controlled by monsters. That's great, I don't know if any wizards were injured, it would be even better if they died, those poor kids died a worthy death.

No one paid attention to this day. It was just an ordinary night. The moon rose to the center of the sky as usual. After staying there for a while, it fell below the horizon and the sun came to take over.

The Muggle Prime Minister had been sitting on the chair. What the wizards told him inspired him. Their powerful abilities had kept them suspended in the air for too long and they could not see what was happening underground. When it came to conspiracies and tricks, these good-for-nothings could not compare to him, who had been deeply involved in politics for many years.

On top of a high tower in Nurmengard, Grindelwald sat on a soft sofa with his eyes closed, legs crossed, drinking Dumbledore's favorite, sweet lemonade. But suddenly, the whole world felt different to him, as if everything was going according to the prophecy, running wildly on the predetermined track, and no one could pull it back.