Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Jerlan stepped into the office. The Prime Minister, who was sitting, and the Finance Minister and scholars, who were standing, turned their heads and looked at this favorite of the Prime Minister with great curiosity. Even the Queen of England had heard of this guy's name and asked the Prime Minister to bring this outstanding, brave and selfless young man with her next audience.

Even The Times, when mentioning the terrorist attack, wrote about this outstanding young man in passing, while shrinking his photo and placing it aside, which was a great honor for his family.

Jie Lan acted very shy, but he felt regretful in his heart. He would be really happy if he could be published in the Daily Prophet.

He calmed his mind, which was dazzled by the flattery and overwhelming honors around him, and maintained a dignified expression on his face. At the same time, he put on guard. People who seemed so kind on the surface were actually extremely wary of him.

Hermann has been having a hard time recently. She works for the Nott family and has established a foothold in this place where pure-bloods are respected with her extremely ruthless methods. A few days ago, she was in high spirits and took most of her men to Knockturn Alley to chase and intercept Jerlan, and at the same time gave him a small trip to teach him a lesson for being ungrateful.

Within a few days, her situation changed drastically. She didn't know what happened, but her boss suddenly disappeared. Even the usual entrance to Nott Manor when she ventured to the area was blocked. He disappeared without a sound. Some of her subordinates were pure-blooded wizards, who seemed to have received some news and disappeared from the team overnight in an unusually unified manner.

Just like pulling out the building blocks at the bottom, it collapsed all at once. The whole process was swift and violent. When she was carrying out missions in the past, the group of people she offended would gather around her like sharks smelling blood, all wanting to take a bite of her flesh.

She was now in an extremely miserable state and could only hide in the place she was most familiar with when she was a child. Now she had come to the Muggle world. In order not to be discovered, she deliberately put on rough clothes and stuffed her wand inside. At the same time, she bought several human skin masks from the black market to change her appearance.

London was foggy at this time, and the humidity in the sky became thicker. Experienced people had already opened their umbrellas in advance. Passers-by on the street were in a hurry. The shops on both sides of the road were still tirelessly promoting their products. Hermann looked at the coffee shop next to him with envy.

She looked at the newspaper that was forced into her hand. There was a column introducing the recent attacks, and for the first time, there was a photo of a person next to it. She glanced at it unintentionally and decided to cover her head with the newspaper. Since she was determined to hide herself in the Muggle world, she would try to avoid casting magic.

The decoration of the coffee shop is very elegant, with black and brown being the main colors inside. Dim lights shine through the windows. The celebrities and scholars inside are all smiling. The delicate white porcelain carries black liquid, some of which is mixed with milk, with a few sugar cubes floating on top.

The weather was quite cold, and some people's cups were still emitting steam. The guy near the window was wearing a black scarf, with his straight nose exposed. His nose was slightly red, and he wore a black frame of glasses, with delicate eyebrows hidden underneath. He wore a gray coat, and looked unusually gentlemanly.

The image of this man was very much to Hermann's taste. She moved closer and stared at him greedily through the foggy window.

The person sitting by the window felt the burning gaze and looked over curiously. The fair skin, black hair and black eyes were mysterious and noble. Hermann's breathing stagnated. She suddenly remembered what she looked like now and turned her head away hurriedly.

She then clenched the newspaper in her hand and ran away.

Jie Lan felt a little puzzled. The old lady looked thin and her clothes were particularly shabby. She seemed so out of place in this city where elegance and gentlemanliness were the main themes.

When looking into her eyes, Jie Lan felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before. The memories of his youth sprouted in his heart, which made him feel inexplicably pity. He put down the cup in his hand. The collision sound of the exquisite porcelain and the glass table top attracted the attention of people around him.

Jie Lan apologized to the people around him, paid the bill, picked up the bag beside him, and hurried out of the coffee shop. For some reason, he really wanted to see that person again.

Some people exclaimed behind him, "I know him! He is the latest..."

In this era where newspapers dominate public opinion, everyone gets information about the outside world either from people around them or from the radio. Many more people are accustomed to reading the morning newspaper every morning.

Jie Lan rushed out in the rain, but never saw the man again. When he was standing alone in the rain and pedestrians were coming and going around him, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his behavior. He hailed a taxi and finally chose to end his vacation early and return to work. His lurking continued.

Hermann did not go far. She hid in a corner of the street, looking at the man rushing out through the misty drizzle. It was still a little cold at this time. It had not been a few days since the first snow melted. The drizzle hitting her body was like ice tips, bringing with it a biting chill and a clear cold wind.

Is he looking for me? For the first time, Herman felt her heart soften. That person, she looked down at the newspaper in her hand and happened to find the front photo of that person on it. He was a Muggle...

Life and crisis did not give Hermann more time to breathe and reminisce about the past. In just a short while, he found several strangely dressed people on the Muggle street, one wearing a black suit with blue jeans, and the other a man wearing a down jacket with a bright red long skirt underneath.

Hermann took a deep breath. She was happy about their unusually conspicuous exclusivity, because it meant that she could accurately identify wizards from the crowd and avoid them. However, it also meant that the Muggle Studies class at school was, well, a mere joke. Hermann recalled her own class days when she was a student, which was basically just for the sake of graduation, getting high scores, and filling in a few "O"s on her transcript.

She disappeared into the crowd.