Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Why is it still the same? Just like his map, the British are still so disunited, no wonder they are being harvested by the United States.

Through what he has seen and heard, Jie Lan has roughly learned some things and has developed some political sensitivity. He can guarantee that the recent re-emergence of old issues is definitely the United States' advance arrangements for Europe after defeating the big country in the East.

Anyway, Scotland has been quite restless recently. Jerlan looked at the words marked in red and made his own guess.

But in the process of flipping through the books, he accidentally dropped the blue pen onto the ground. The pen rolled on the smooth marble floor, making a crisp collision sound. There was no one in No. 4 Middle School, and it was exceptionally quiet. Ouch—

As Jie Lan chased, he felt a little puzzled. This shouldn't be the case. Usually the guards here are so strict, but now it seems that there is no one living here.

It was not convenient to perform magic openly here, so he had to quicken his pace and prepare to pick up the ballpoint pen.

Just as he squatted down, there was a room next to him. It was a place with a low presence and was often visited by cleaning staff. Mops, brooms and other things were placed there.

There was a little light coming through from inside, and as Jerlan squatted down, a voice came from the crack in the door. It was the Muggle Prime Minister.

He opened his eyes wide. Shouldn't the Prime Minister be in his office at this time? Reviewing and examining documents, holding talks and meetings between leaders, and discussing with the British royal family? Why was he in such a place?

Jairan keenly sensed that something was wrong here, and he began to use his wizard abilities.

"Okay, go ahead and hypnotize me. I know all the progress. We'll go to the same place next time."

This short sentence revealed a huge amount of information. The Muggle Prime Minister was hypnotized. What required the British Prime Minister to be so cautious and careful, even not letting go of what was in his own head? As a wizard, Jerlan quickly realized that this was aimed at wizards.

There was progress. What progress? Progress against wizards? Same place, same time?

Muggle hypnosis is so powerful that it can actually evade wizard Legilimency? !

When Dumbledore saw this, he once again realized the threat posed by Muggles, the extremely destructive weapons they possessed during the so-called World War I and World War II, and the two so-called "atomic bombs" that exploded on a small island in the far east.

The ideals of his youth resurfaced in his mind, and Grindelwald's figure appeared once again, which was why he released him and tacitly accepted him, and began to develop his own power and show his claws in the Ministry of Magic around the world.

Dumbledore calmed himself down, patiently read on again.

After this incident, Jerlan consciously approached the Muggle Prime Minister, madly showing his loyalty in the hope of gaining his trust.

During this period, he also wrote to Dumbledore to ask if he could use the Imperius Curse. Dumbledore rejected this option. As the Prime Minister of a country, every decision he made was related to many things. People in the wizarding world were too arrogant. Moreover, being in that position, every move was watched by many people, so it was not easy to impersonate. Unless absolutely necessary, he still hoped that Jerran could become his confidant through his own efforts.

This bombing was obviously a good opportunity. Jerran was in the Prime Minister's office at that time. When the first shell sounded, he used his magic to change the trajectory of two of the shells. They all bombed the office where the Muggle Prime Minister was, and hindered the defense mechanism.

At the same time, he made sure to pounce on the Prime Minister when the Muggle Prime Minister could see him, and protected the Prime Minister under his body. At the same time, he cast a small Imperius Curse during this period of time, making him think that he was seriously injured, but in fact he used armor to protect himself. Well, he didn't resist much. Jerryan underestimated the power of the artillery shells.

He thought so when he vomited blood, but he obviously gained the trust of the Prime Minister. When he woke up the next day, the Muggle Prime Minister and some people he had never seen before were sitting next to his bed.

Obviously, in this world of intrigue, such a person, whether he is pure-hearted and extremely loyal, or gloomy and willing to take risks, is worthy of the Prime Minister's efforts.

After the Muggle Prime Minister left, he wrote a letter to report this gratifying progress to Dumbledore. Dumbledore folded the letter and the Daily Prophet and put them together in his drawer.

Then he waved his wand, and a thick book covered with dust flew out of the bookshelf and landed on the desk.

A breeze blew, and all the dirt on the book was cleaned. He turned one of the pages and began to read it carefully. The Unbreakable Vow, the connection between souls, the blue door, the mysterious religious organization, Dumbledore searched through it carefully, and then closed the whole book in frustration.

No, I'll go look for my old friend again. He lived so long, there must be other clues that I don't know about.

"Fawkes," Dumbledore called softly. Fawkes understood what he meant and finally disappeared from the chair. After he disappeared, the sunlight shining on the table and the shadow cast on the ground disappeared and then condensed into a gray figure.

"Really? He would rather look for that old man than me."

After many twists and turns, Dumbledore finally found the address of his old friend. It was getting more and more troublesome day by day. They were all people who were about to make the decision to go, but they still had to go through all kinds of ceremonies.

Nick Mellor did know something, and during the moment of his silence, some of the little figures on the table moved around in a threatening manner. Some of them often talked about Dumbledore's beard and pulled it, making him grimace. Sometimes, they respectfully and seriously moved the teapot, like an ant moving food, to Dumbledore and poured him a full cup. Then some little figures were lowered from the air, with their arms full of sugar cubes.

"Oh, thank you."

Dumbledore thanked the little men, who screamed with joy and ran out in all directions. However, those naughty little men had already turned Dumbledore's beard into pigtails, which hung down on Dumbledore's blue star robe.

Nickmeler said nothing, and Dumbledore was also quite patient. He admired the cup of black tea in his hand. It was obvious that people who had lived for hundreds of years knew how to enjoy tea. He took a sip and held it in his mouth to taste it carefully. The fresh tea fragrance contained the vastness of the mountains and the tranquility of the flowing water. The black tea came from a very good place.

"No, you came to see me, why don't you speak?"

Nickmeler was a little unhappy, but Dumbledore asked, "What about her?"

Nick Mellor seemed very happy. "She left first, and I will be there soon. Wait until I deal with all the inheritance and also solve your problems first."

Dumbledore was silent for a while, but finally did not say anything.