Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Dumbledore selectively told Professor McGonagall some of the situations truthfully, hoping that she would cooperate. Professor McGonagall blinked and did not show anything unusual. Then, as if she remembered something, she took out a letter from her pocket and handed it to Dumbledore's desk.

"This is a letter from Jerlan to you. He has used the obfuscation spell and has successfully infiltrated the Muggle Prime Minister's personal guards. The progress is pretty good so far."

Professor McGonagall looked down at the note in her hand again, hesitated for a moment, and handed it over. "Minister Fudge asked you to meet this afternoon, but it seems——"

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore asked puzzled.

"Lucius Malfoy, at the same time, I don't know--"

"I see. Thank you Minerva, I will find a way--" Dumbledore winked at Professor McGonagall, signaling her to relax.

"So what are you going to do?" Professor Meow Meow was a little confused. Meeting two people at the same time? A time converter? She touched the round iron pocket watch in her pocket, which she had just applied for for the two third-year students.

"I'll ask Snape to go to Lucius..." Dumbledore remembered the deep friendship between his Potions professor and the head of the Malfoy family.

"But..." Professor McGonagall hesitated. She didn't think this was a good idea. Malfoy emphasized that Dumbledore must come to see him in person, and he had something important to tell Dumbledore.

Dumbledore pushed the silver glasses frame on his nose, looked at the note carefully again, and was a little doubtful for a moment.

Fudge had already made an appointment with these two people, and needed to report to them regularly on the progress of the Muggle side. Lucius had provided large sums of support to the Ministry of Magic's finances, so he should be very familiar with the progress of some work and it would be impossible for him to make such a low-level mistake as duplication of time.

"Who gave this to you?"

Professor McGonagall thought about it, and it seemed that she was going to Hogsmeade village again. She went to the Three Broomsticks pub, passed by the Fengya clothing store, and a junior student from Hogwarts came out.

She was immediately attracted by the child. Children were not allowed to go out until they were in the third grade, and even in the third grade they were only allowed to go out at specific times. It was obviously class time, and all the little wizards were in class in the castle. Suddenly, a child appeared and was wandering around outside.

Professor McGonagall criticized the little boy harshly, but the little boy told her that the landlady inside called her -

After Professor Meow Meow went in, the owner of the store revealed his identity. Pure-blood families all have some secrets, and he knew this, but he adhered to the tacit understanding of adults and did not delve into it too much.

Minerva took the note from her hand and then arrived at Hogwarts, abandoning her plan to drink beer and heading straight to the headmaster's office.

This is also the reason why Dumbledore was caught, he knew very well the daily life of Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva, look at me."

Professor McGonagall raised her head in confusion, "Do you remember which college that little boy is from? What grade is he in?"

Professor Meow Meow stopped talking. She seemed to wake up all of a sudden. The chaotic fog in her mind was cleared away, and the figure of the little boy disappeared from her mind out of thin air, as if everything just now was just her hallucination.

Dumbledore also realized this. He stroked the note in his hand and said, "You must have been -"

"I know!" Professor McGonagall was very angry. Ever since she saw the little boy in front of the clothing store, everything was wrong. She was too careless in her daily life, and this guy was very good at casting spells.

"I'll go investigate—" Professor Meow turned around angrily. Someone had actually used her to pass on false information to Dumbledore. If she hadn't noticed something unusual, she would definitely go there in person based on Dumbledore's trust in her. Whatever happened then...

Dumbledore touched his nose, looked at Professor McGonagall's figure turning around, watched him gradually walk out of the office, looked at the pile of candies in the drawer that had not been collected yet, smiled happily, picked up one and threw it into his mouth. It tasted sour and sweet, so good -

"By the way -" Professor McGonagall came in again. She made a surprise attack and took away half of the candies in Dumbledore's drawer, and put down a few bottles of tooth-health potion.

"No more eating—"

The smile shifted from Dumbledore's face to Professor McGonagall's.

On an ordinary morning, Harry got out of bed with sleepy eyes and yawning, and fumbled out his toothpaste and toothbrush. Even in the wizarding world, he still kept the habit of brushing his teeth, always feeling that the cleansing spell was not enough to clean them thoroughly.

He turned his head to check the weather outside, but was blocked by a huge figure. "Hi, good morning, Harry, where are you going today? I'll go with you--"

Harry ignored him and cleaned himself up. He didn't really want to see this person at the moment, but Dudley followed him and he couldn't get rid of him.

At the Gryffindor table, Dudley used his size advantage to push Ron out. He still followed Ron to the library. Even when going to the men's restroom, the cubicles had to be next to each other. He was even so crazy that he pushed the person next to him out and squatted in himself.

"What—are—you—going—to—do!"

When they came out of the toilet, everyone looked at them strangely. Harry didn't care about the looks of the people around him. He angrily pulled Dudley to a corner and pointed his wand at his throat.

Filch was patrolling the corridor at this time. He saw two people in the corner and the wand in Harry's hand, but he just scratched his hair with his fingers, and then acted as if he didn't see it, and scolded two people who were playing and fighting in the corridor next to him.

Harry turned his head away in surprise. He had thought he would be stopped, but he didn't expect that the usually stern and cold-faced Filch would -

Filch winked at him, then blocked the corner with his body and shouted at the little wizards around, "What are you looking at? You are not allowed to perform magic in the corridor. Don't you know?"

Harry's eyes widened even more. It was as if the sun had risen from the west. The kitten in Filch's arms jumped out of his arms, came to Harry's legs and rubbed against them affectionately, appearing to be very dependent.

Harry's wand was almost unsteady in his hand.

It's just that we haven't seen each other for a while, how come——

"Look, look, in just one Christmas, Senior Harry has become even more handsome—"