Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Admiral!"

A man in military uniform ran over and saluted Hamilton, "The general is looking for you."

Looking at the "mentally retarded child" next to him, Hamilton dared to swear on his decades of experience and vision that this was definitely a person with an IQ problem. He thought he had a sharp eye and would never make mistakes, so he safely handed Harry to the young man who ran over.

Coincidentally, Hamilton also had some impression of this young man, who contributed a lot in capturing the terrible witch.

He admired this young man very much and thought he was a rare military talent.

"Send him to Laboratory 1."

The young man's expression suddenly became solemn. He took out a pistol from the clip on his waist, loaded it in front of Hamilton, walked up to him, and put the cold muzzle of the gun against Harry's temple.

"Let's go——"

Harry was totally unaware and even had the nerve to turn his head to take a look.

The other Harry noticed something unusual, broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately threw aside these so-called secrets.

The young man was very cautious. Hamilton looked at the color of Harry's skin and saw that it was slightly bluish, so he left with peace of mind.

Before leaving, he gave the young man another instruction.

"Watch him carefully, put him in the innermost room, and invite the envoy to come over."

After hearing these words, the young man swallowed nervously. He looked at the child who was two heads shorter than him and saw the appearance of Satan.

Harry could only giggle foolishly, and crystal liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth to his chin unconsciously. Liquid also came out of his nasal cavity and entered his mouth.

The young man frowned, lifted Harry's clothes, pointed a gun at his temple, and the two of them walked forward step by step.

Hamilton gave an order and more soldiers joined in. They were armed with guns and surrounded the two men in the middle and moved to the deepest room.

The young man is only in his 20s, but he has already become a familiar face in front of the admiral. This is also thanks to his family and his own skills.

He took off the badge on his chest and placed it on a sign at the gate.

The door opened with a click.

No matter how many times you see it, the scene remains shocking, mysterious and bizarre.

This is a long corridor that extends in a circle around the center, and each door is freshly painted in bright blue.

This is the request of the envoy.

A man at the end of the team ran away. He received an order from the young man to go to the bottom floor to ask for the envoy.

The soldiers gradually returned to their posts.

Harry was still grinning, his green eyes like two pieces of boring colored cardboard.

"Captain Thomas, the envoy has arrived."

Another part of Harry's soul rushed towards this side frantically.

Although Muggles already knew about the existence of wizards, Harry's portrait did not circulate, thanks to Dumbledore's powerful magic.

Muggles could not face his name, let alone associate his name with his face and deeds.

Just like when someone calls Voldemort, Voldemort will sense it automatically. This is a very subtle connection. Dumbledore operates it in reverse. As long as a Muggle knows Harry's name, they will automatically blur this fact.

Muggles can't see it, but wizards -

Who is this so-called envoy?

A handsome man walked to the deepest part step by step, following the underground lights. He came to Thomas and patted him on the shoulder gently.

"I come--"

Thomas stepped aside respectfully, put the gun in his hand back into the holster, and lowered his head slightly.

The envoy was very powerful. He seemed to have a high status in the wizard world and was very powerful. He was able to stay safe and sound even when surrounded and blocked by several companies of soldiers. He also severely punished some of the troublemakers and ignored those powerful weapons, even making them all scrapped in an instant, making everyone inexplicably forget why they came here in the first place.

It's mysterious and spooky, and creepy.

Hamilton was now sitting with a fat man with gray hair and a big belly. The iron needle on his belt had pierced the front hole, and the shirt he was wearing was custom-made.

His eyes narrowed into slits at this moment, looking at the place where the so-called envoy walked by. The surveillance cameras were sparking and lightning all the way, and all turned into black and white spots. The instruments were damaged and the equipment malfunctioned.

He took a puff of his cigarette, exhaled one smoke ring after another of varying sizes, and looked at Hamilton beside him with a complicated expression.

"Is there still nothing we can do now?"

"Some progress, my Lord."

"I told you not to call me Sir. Call me Admiral here."

"Yes, my lord."

"How's the little house over there?"

"Similarly, they seem to have a special magnetic field that can transmit electromagnetic waves."

“What progress has been made in the research?”

"We discovered a mysterious fluctuation on the body of a dead wizard, and this fluctuation coincides with the fluctuation detected in the universe by nearly 90%."

"Oh? That means they might be from—"

The man pointed his finger upward.

Hamilton understood immediately, "It shouldn't be. According to the information we have learned, in the world over there, there are also many ordinary people who awakened their magic power at the age of eleven and were automatically recorded as wizards."

"Oh? That means——"

Wasn't it possible to solve this problem? Wasn't it possible to explore the nature of the wizarding world?

The man felt a little regretful.

The man stood up with his big belly, walked to the bookcase behind him, opened the door, and gently moved one of the books.

Hamilton stared at the man's action, looking at this familiar action, could it be that there is a secret room in this house, just like in major film and television dramas? It shouldn't be.

The man suddenly remembered something, stopped where he was, and motioned Hamilton to come over.

Could it be that he wants me to go with him to see the secret room?

Does this mean you want to recruit me?

Hamilton was confused as a rough finger hooked his sleeve.

Then he felt dizzy and felt like he was stuffed into a roll. The crazy water flow around him kept hitting him. His stomach was churning, and his large and small intestines were about to rebel, threatening the position of his heart.

They arrived at a new place in an instant. The man with a big belly patted his belly nonchalantly, obviously used to this kind of teleportation. Hamilton knelt on the ground in panic and vomited all over the place.

He looked in surprise. The general, who was usually mocked by the soldiers below and had a lot of complaints in the team, now looked calm. He took down an ancient torch from the wall. The dancing flames shone on his face, mysterious and unpredictable.

The surroundings were made of low-quality earthen bricks covered with thick moss, and the smell of vomit made the small space smell very bad.

The general looked calm. He was even in the mood to pull out a small stool from the side, unbuckle his belt, and sit on it.

That's a relief, the general thought.

"Okay, for confidential information like this, we'll talk about it here. You continue."

Hamilton was stunned. He felt a chill on his neck and had an urge to run away from home.

"me--"

Usually when a person is completely exposed in front of you, you either have to conquer him or die.

"This news has been blocked since the moment I first learned about it. There are no more than three people involved. I have transferred them to my department under various excuses and are now under strict surveillance. The researcher's relatives, lover, and children have all moved away."

Hamilton pledged his loyalty to the general.

The general nodded in satisfaction.

The vomit on the ground suddenly disappeared completely.

Hamilton's mind was racing in an instant, and he was absolutely sure that the man in front of him was a wizard.

Then what about myself——

How did the wizard find such a secret place?

What role did the three people in the room play? Hamilton clenched his fists, his nails, which had not yet been trimmed, dug into his flesh, and blood rushed out impatiently, returning to the earth drop by drop in the darkness.

Are they all that scary?

Should I tell him the truth?

"Don't be nervous. I won't do anything to you."

The general is playing the emotional card.

Hamilton didn't believe it.

"I'm not a wizard either."

Hamilton remained silent.

"I'm actually a Squib."

Hamilton suddenly looked up and looked at the pot-bellied man in front of him in shock. What a shocking news.

"I come from one of the twenty-eight pure-blood wizard families. When I was young, my magic power had not yet awakened, so my parents took me to live with the Muggles and severed ties with my family."

"The book just now is a door key. It was left to me by my parents before they died. This is the cellar of our house. It is a real safe house."

Hamilton looked around and discovered that there were some broken shrapnel on the ground, and the model that could be seen with the naked eye was very old.

"Although my childhood was different from yours, I also experienced World War I and World War II, and shed blood for this country. Compared to that distant wizarding world, this place makes me feel more at home."

Hamilton didn't let up.

"Later, the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, found me and tried to persuade me to return to the wizarding world. However, I had been here for decades and had already lost my sense of belonging as a wizard."

“The boundaries between people shouldn’t be drawn like this, right?”

Hamilton nodded unconsciously.

"But, that's Hogwarts, a place I've never set foot in my life."

He began to be alert. What did these words mean?

"So I started to waver—"

His hand quietly placed on the gun at his waist.

"Do not move--"

A voice came from his ear, and a white beard trembled in the air and pricked Hamilton's cheek, making him feel itchy.

"Old man, you finally got it."

Dumbledore said this very enthusiastically. He also cleaned up the residues that had not been cleaned up on the ground and stretched out his arms enthusiastically to the big-bellied general.

The two hugged each other.

Hamilton stood stiffly, watching the betrayal of the base's ostensible top leader.

"Why did you agree all of a sudden?"

“Because of this guy.”

Oh?

The general went on to explain, "He actually brought Harry Potter here. If I don't make a decision, I might have to meet Merlin early."

"So you used the Portkey?"

Hamilton was very shocked. The old man was talking nonsense. What his parents left him was all nonsense.

Dumbledore laughed loudly, his beard flying in joy. The tip of the purple hat on his head was crooked, and there were only two words written all over his body: happy.

"If everyone in the world were as sensible as you, my job would be a lot easier."

"Here you go - a new product from the Duke of Bees." A candy that looked like an avocado suddenly appeared in front of the general. Dumbledore generously stuffed it into his mouth.

Chew chew chew——

This tastes so weird, avocado mixed with coriander, so strange, and the sugar content is too high.

Chew chew chew——

A warm current flowed throughout his body, and every cell in the general's body was screaming with excitement. This feeling made him burst into tears, and his loyalty to Dumbledore deepened a little bit.

"You should know that Filch—"

The general's face was full of hope. This was such exciting news for the world of squibs. If he could do it, then could I do it too?

Magic, spell, enchantment, what exciting words these are.

"Then I will——"

Dumbledore held down the excited general and said, "Please be patient. We will wait a little longer. There is still one person who has not been caught, so I will inconvenience you to stay here for a while longer."

The sharp eyes pierced straight into Hamilton's heart. His mind was in turmoil and the severe pain made him want to scream, but soon he could no longer make a sound.

"What can I do for you?"

The general's tone was very respectful. After being away for half his life, he still looked like a child under eight years old in front of Dumbledore when he returned.

"Hello - Mr. Potter."

Before entering the secret room, the messenger even straightened his crooked bow tie and his sticky hair.

Unexpectedly, I saw Harry's crooked appearance.

"Cleaned up."

When Harry regained full consciousness, a cool breeze blew in his face, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the messenger's huge face, with a pointed nose, wrinkled skin, a chin that was an inverted cone, and black eyeballs that had eroded all the whites of his eyes.

It fits the Muggle stereotype of wizards very well, and Harry was shocked.

"Tsk tsk, why are you so scared——"

The messenger was very happy.

The facial features melted like wax and reassembled into a new individual.

"Polyjuice Potion?"

The messenger neither denied nor confirmed, and looked left and right in the small room.

The face that reappeared was very unfamiliar to Harry. He was sure that he had never seen this person in his past life or this life.

"System, system, I need to get closer."

In Harry's world, the familiar magical fluctuations reappeared, and the shining light next to him made it impossible to ignore his existence.

This huge, bright light bulb is amazing.