Harry Potter and the Rebirth

On the other side of the world, Grindelwald chose the strategic method of attacking from afar and making friends nearby. Europe had already heard of his name as the Dark Lord, and his influence was even deeper. He once burned London, but was stopped by Dumbledore and that kid Newt. When he was young, although he had worked in the American Ministry of Magic for a few days and almost turned an Obscurus into his own subordinate, it was obvious that they did not learn any lessons.

They believed that after Grindelwald's battle with Dumbledore, he was imprisoned in the high tower of Nurmengard and no longer posed any threat. The fact that he is now leading the Ministry of Magic again with the help of his subordinates is the best proof of this.

However, he found some interesting things, but these things further verified the theory he dominated when he was young. He went back and showed them to Dumbledore. Grindelwald sat on a soft chair with a stack of information in his hand, and in front of him stood a young man who was reporting to his respected minister. The young man looked up cautiously, and after seeing his idol, he suppressed his heartbeat.

"Don't be nervous, young man."

Grindelwald was in a very good mood today. For the first time in his life, he comforted the intern wizard. He must have a very good background, otherwise how could he meet him at such a young age?

Who is behind this? I asked Rosier to check it out. No, she should not be in the United States now. Grindelwald then remembered that he had sent her to China. If we want to make it clear, in this increasingly connected world, we should contact cases in every region of the world. After reaching a consensus, we can use our very small number of people and powerful magic to fight against the numerous No-Maj in this world.

No, I can't stay any longer, Grindelwald interrupted the young man's story and ignored the frustrated expression in his eyes. He drove the young man out with kind words and appeared on the ocean shore in an instant.

Dumbledore had no idea that his friend was about to visit him and would bring him such shocking news. He was still hanging around the door of the Room of Requirement. Why wasn't he allowed in? What an interesting magic.

"The principal has been hanging around here for a few days. Do you know what this is?"

Cedric leaned against his friend, wearing a black wizard robe with a yellow scarf around it. He was tall and handsome.

He smiled and shook his head, his expression full of curiosity and confusion, and it was obvious that he didn't know either.

Snape came up and happened to report to Dumbledore, and saw his old boss behaving like a naughty boy.

With a sullen face, he walked around the little wizards who were watching, drove them all down the eighth floor, and came to Dumbledore. He held two bags in his hands, one of which contained several small bottles with potions swirling inside, and the other contained candies of various styles, some of which were black and still jumping around. One of them accidentally hit its head, and the chocolate inside gushed out, dirtying the bag.

Snape couldn't take it anymore. Looking at this pile of sweet, stinky stuff, he felt like he was holding a potion bomb.

"Harry is that you?"

He questioned in his mind, but Harry didn't respond, not because he didn't hear him, but because he didn't dare to say anything. He always felt that he had rashly brought up this matter. He had originally thought it was nothing, but now Dumbledore's actions had put him on the fire.

Snape knew about this place, but he certainly would not tell Dumbledore. Even if some students knew about it, they were not close enough to the headmaster, or they thought the headmaster knew about it. After all, because of the incident with the chamber pot, anyone who had come here to request something would understand. But Dumbledore himself did not think about it in this way.

Snape immediately fixed his eyes on Harry.

Dumbledore was delighted to see Snape holding the candy in his hand, but after seeing his threatening look, he walked towards his office embarrassedly.

Some of the students watching were a little annoyed. After all, if there were people inside this Feng Shui treasure land, outsiders would not be able to get in. What a fun place that would be!

Now the principal has discovered...

Harry was concentrating on eating, and Ron beside him was also concentrating on eating, but what was conspicuous was that there were a few books next to his bowl and chopsticks. Hermione did the same, and she and Ron were reading the same book.

This strange sight was not very common in Gryffindor. Instead, some Ravenclaws came over, walked around for a while, and then sat back in their seats, whispering with their friends.

Obviously Ron didn't care. He now felt that absorbing knowledge was also a kind of happiness, which was much better than daydreaming all day long because of idleness and damaging the relationship between himself and his friends. What's more, even Hermione looked at him with admiration.

During the meal, Ron noticed the beautiful nose of the little witch. Even her fluffy hair could not hide her delicate facial features. She was really beautiful, just a little bit worse than in the movie, but each had its own characteristics.

The little witch next to him felt Ron's startling gaze and turned her head away in confusion. He put his eyes on the book again. Is it my illusion? Hermione thought.

She stopped eating, picked up the orange juice beside her and poured it into her mouth. During this process, she looked up at the teachers' seats. Dudley was sitting next to Sirius. Because of his fat body, Dudley squeezed out Professor McGonagall's seat next to him.

But Professor McGonagall sat aside patiently, Flitwick did not say anything, and Sybill Trelawney sat on the other side. She glanced at Dudley in a mysterious manner, then turned her head to concentrate on the food in front of her.

Dudley ignored the gazes falling on him, but at this time, some people were displeased. After all, if a person is too rebellious, he will put himself in the spotlight.

At the Slytherin table, several senior wizards kept staring at the teachers' table. Professor McGonagall happened to meet their eyes. For the first time, she felt that Slytherin was actually okay, for example, it played its role at this time.

The leader, after this brief eye contact, understood the legality of his action. As long as he didn't bring the matter to the professor's attention, he would be helping the professor solve his problem.

"When exactly are you going down?"

Sirius was extremely annoyed at the moment. It was neither right nor wrong to eat next to him.