Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is located on the top of Mount Greylock in Massachusetts, USA. It is the only magic school founded by Muggles..."

Rosier sat in a chair, listening to her subordinates' introduction to the magic school. What else had she not considered? What was it?

Rozier tapped the desk continuously, tap, tap, tap, and the rhythm alternating with the clock in the room.

There was a letter on her desk, and next to it were a few scattered pieces of letter paper. The handwriting on the letter paper had not yet dried, as if it had just been written and then hurriedly delivered here. Rozier looked in the mirror in her hand, and the person she was expecting did not appear. Hermann seemed to be in trouble.

Because it is far away from Europe and separated by an ocean, few people can reach this land through Apparition, and most of those who come to this continent through official channels are also subject to strict restrictions.

Now this magic school has already colluded with some Muggle forces. Rosier looked at the letters on the table again. There were many events listed on them, which more or less had the shadow of this school, or the shadow of wizards.

This was Herman's judgment, Rosier thought. According to her impression, the current headmaster, Gilbert Fontana, was a descendant of the first generation of Aurors in the United States and was the most upright. Logically, he would not allow these things to grow.

But contrary to her impression, all clues seemed to point to the largest magic school in Country M. The International Wizarding Secrecy was in name only in some places, which gave rise to the development of some evil cults among Muggles. They believed in flesh and blood, liked to eat pure boys and girls, and regarded wizards' magic as miracles. With the rapid development of modern science and technology, doctrinal beliefs quickly disintegrated, but they gained a large number of supporters through magic potions, miraculous spells, and time converters.

Rosier frowned, and the wizard in front of her was still standing nervously, looking nervously at the serious boss in front of him.

"Go on—"

"According to our understanding, as Country M continues to grow in strength and its population base expands, the number of wizards has also increased dramatically. Some have entered the United States through border immigration, and their quality varies greatly—"

At this time, an owl flew in from the window and landed on Rosier's desk. Rosier took out a letter from the owl's claws. It was a letter from Grindelwald. It contained a relationship map of several "ancient" wizard families in the United States (the desperate wizards in Britain expanded in the New World and were established together with the founding of the United States), as well as a warning about the anomalies in Antarctica.

"The headmaster of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—"

"Egilbert Fontana..." Rosier fell into deep thought, and finally stood up from his seat. Grindelwald should still be in Hogwarts now, so he wrote a letter to ask Dumbledore.

She looked at the mirror in her hand again. Herman did not show up at the agreed time. She seemed to be in trouble.

In the estate covering thousands of acres, walking along the long asphalt road, you can see large areas of green vegetation and a neatly trimmed golf course in the middle. There are many gardeners working hard here, the sound of lawn mowers can be heard, and dust is everywhere.

The closer you get to the magnificent building in the center, the quieter it becomes. There are more and more servants. They are neatly dressed, look natural, move in a proper manner, and walk lightly. As the number of people increases, it becomes quieter and quieter.

Walking further in, the castle comes into view. Children can be seen playing on the lawn, a few servants standing not far away, and several teenagers riding horses galloping all the way towards the jungle not far away. There is a clear stream in the jungle.

A pair of neatly dressed maids were trimming the flowers, their every move showing elegance.

Going further in, you will see a perfect combination of modern and classical styles. You can find all kinds of buildings here, and countless luxury vehicles have become decorations. In the middle there is a huge white statue of a handsome and tall middle-aged man. Behind it are many fountains, which form a mysterious shape when viewed from the air.

From time to time, a white peacock passed by here, its fur was shiny and dazzling, and each peacock was equipped with two servants. Walking further in, I entered the hall, where the atmosphere was solemn. There was a long table in the middle, more than ten meters long, and a middle-aged man sat at the top. Behind him was a high step, on which sat a short old man with white hair, holding a six or seven month old baby in his arms.

At the other end of the long table stood Hermann.

Hermann stood in the sunlight, while the others were hidden in the darkness, their heads slightly tilted to examine the delicate young lady.

"I heard that you have received several guests recently-"

"Yes, Father."

If Hermann listened carefully, he could hear the sounds of children playing in the garden, the babbling of infants and the cheerful laughter of the elderly in the innermost part of the castle.

"I heard that one of them was the son of the British Minister of the Treasury."

"Yes, Father."

"There was also a little boy who was sent to the local Stonewall Middle School. He did very poorly in school and was involved in fights, right?"

Hermann was slightly stunned. That's right, in the eyes of the No-Maj, Harry did go to a place called Stonewall Middle School.

"Yes, Father."

"Okay, you can go back now."

"Okay, Father."

It came to an abrupt end, and Hermann felt a little discouraged, as he knew that those drivers might have left for heaven.

She bowed slightly, turned and left the hall. There was a wizard at the long table. Both sides knew who the other was, but neither of them revealed it.

"Miss, you should go and rest."

After Herman left, the man turned to a butler in a black tuxedo standing next to him and whispered an order.

This may be the last bit of affection left between father and daughter, preserving her dignity as she leaves the family.

Standing next to a small fountain, Hermann reached out to catch the cool spring water, took out a small mirror from his sleeve, and the water in the mirror flowed slowly. Then Rozier's eyes appeared, but she did not speak.

"It's time to pick me up."

Rozier's eyes disappeared and returned to normal mirrors. At this time, a handsome young man walked behind him and patted her shoulder.

"Beautiful lady—"

"Go away!"

Hermann frowned in disgust. Really anyone dared to approach him. Even without using telepathy, one could clearly see what kind of dirty thoughts were hidden beneath his smile.

The young man looked at Hermann's slender figure leaving and licked his lips. He didn't seem to be embarrassed or angry. The situation was already decided and she would be his sooner or later.