Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"When are we going out?"

The fat general asked cautiously.

Dumbledore stared at him, taking in the bewildered look on the man's face. A vortex began to flow in his eyes, and his memories were extracted without any defense.

Looking back, I saw a subordinate in a general's uniform, saw his careful report, and saw him being taken to the secret room.

Then he came by himself.

The general's facial features began to distort and he squatted on the ground in pain, trying to avoid Dumbledore's gaze.

But it was of no use.

Let's look further back. What did he tell his men? How was the nuclear bomb launched? Did he really know nothing about it?

The man seemed to have stayed in his office these days, coming and going to communicate with different people, and the light in the closed room had never been turned off.

When you are tired, just lie down on the sofa and take a nap, and food will be delivered to you.

No, go forward.

Dumbledore rewound the progress bar back to the moment before the young man came in, tied up underground.

What did this fat general seem to have done?

A button was pressed.

Another time, when he was fiddling with the book-shaped door key in the bookcase, he accidentally touched a trophy, which moved three centimeters to the left.

Dumbledore walked around Hamilton who was lying on the ground and ran straight to the bookcase where the used portkey lay quietly. He picked up the trophy.

The general, like Hamilton, collapsed to the ground and laughed at the man who hated him.

Hamilton felt puzzled. He thought this man might be crazy, but then he realized something: under what circumstances would a look of relief appear in a person's eyes, and under what circumstances would a person show an expression as if he were telling a will.

The general lay on the ground, enduring the severe pain in his head, and said a few words silently.

Hamilton is clearly engraved in his mind.

Then the general foamed at the mouth and died.

Dumbledore reacted and was furious. He looked at the fat general who had committed suicide, and at the general who had just looked so longing for the wizarding world, he stabbed him with his backhand and laughed in anger.

"Okay, okay -"

He grabbed Hamilton by the collar, and his robe fluttered without wind. The powerful aura broke through the office door and blew down several soldiers who had hurried over.

They looked at the man in front of them and swallowed in fear. He was a classic image of a wizard, with his old face and gray hair.

"Tell me! What does this button do?"

Hamilton felt a fishy-sweet taste coming out of his throat, and then he spit it into Dumbledore's face, but it was blocked by a protective barrier.

He understood everything in an instant and looked at Dumbledore provocatively. Like an ant fighting an elephant, he was extremely brave and heroic.

"My son died in a nuclear bomb, but I don't hate the general."

Dumbledore frowned.

"Hahahaha, we have to die sooner or later. I'm not one of those spineless people. We have never pinned our hopes on that kind of false peace."

He opened his mouth, his white teeth were covered with blood, like a monster.

Dumbledore didn't waste his words. He didn't want to hear any so-called unspeakable secrets, and he had no extra mercy. He forced Hamilton's brain open and reviewed all the memories of his life.

The scene flashed past him quickly, and the soldiers beside him were too cowardly to dare to approach.

He quickly grasped the key point.

Heaven and Earth Longevity Plan——

These lunatics.

He killed Hamilton, felt his soul trembling slightly, and Apparated to the central hall, where the confrontation seemed to be still going on.

When the apostle saw Dumbledore appear, he pointed his wand at Harry Potter.

He was very scared, his body was shaking and trembling, his face was pale, the professor who had taught him the Transfiguration class when he was in school, saw through his heart with those penetrating eyes.

"It's you—"

"I advise you not to come here."

"Harry, protect yourself."

Harry nodded and immediately deflected the messenger's wand. A powerful white wave, with Harry as the center, impacted the space in circles, and Angel was also shaken awake.

At this time, the sound of the system was circling in my ears.

"Host, please pay attention!" A huge red exclamation mark appeared in front of him, "Host, please pay attention, the critical node is about to arrive."

Angel jumped up from the ground with a somersault.

Amid the hail of bullets, Dumbledore was like an empty space. The apostles, in defiance of evil, launched one Avada Kedavra after another, killing several innocent soldiers, but none of them hit Harry.

"Vulcan, make a way!" Dumbledore was furious. Every move of this damn fat man was undoubtedly testing his bottom line. A pillar of fire shot up into the sky and circled in the entire hall. The temperature of the underground device began to rise rapidly. All the alert forces were alarmed, and teams of soldiers emerged from everywhere.

The apostles fled in panic.

Dumbledore had no time to worry. He took Harry and Angel to the control center of the entire underground device.

When Harry rushed in, he saw the three familiar countdowns on the screen, and a bad feeling surged in his heart.

3--

2--

1--

The entire base fell into a state of rapid operation, and missiles were moved out one after another from the ammunition depot on the bottom floor and launched at the target location according to the original plan.

Spanning thousands of miles, one graceful parabola after another drew the graceful steps of death in the air, and countless sparks bloomed in this gorgeous sky.

Godric's Hollow, the birthplace of the founder of Gryffindor House, was greeted with a brilliant salute.

The Muggles living in this canyon were covered by sparks at the same time, and the world fell into deathly silence.

Hogwarts also became a target of special attention.

No one knew how its location was revealed, but this campus, which carries the long history of the entire wizarding world, welcomed its funeral.

The professors on campus watched calmly.

Lockhart was shaking with fear.

"Ahhh, Mag, shouldn't we run away quickly?"

McGonagall stared at the incoming missiles, sighed, and clutched Lockhart's heart.

The shrill whistling sound became louder and louder, almost covering Lockhart's entire senses. Snape, wearing that black suit, stood there quietly.

Seeing the Muggles that he once looked down upon launched the most crazy counterattack.

The Muggle government will not know about this terrorist attack, nor can they know about it. All the people in the base are regarded as disposable suicide squads. It is just that a crisis may be coming, but the ones who may destroy them first are the high-ranking wizards.

Before fighting the outside world, you must first make peace with the inside.

Both sides are thorns in each other's eyes and thorns in their flesh.

Grindelwald was not surprised when he saw Dumbledore and the other two rushing over.

He floated in front of Dumbledore like a ghost, looking into his azure blue eyes. He wanted to say something, wanting to say that it was his damn kindness and inappropriate tolerance towards Muggles that had led to the current situation.

But looking at his tired face, my heart softened, and in the end I refused to say anything to hurt him.

"I regret it a little bit."

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became bloodshot. He sighed tiredly, deeply feeling that his energy was limited.

Grindelwald patted his shoulder.

"Have those people evacuated?"

Grindelwald thought for a moment, "We have done what we should do. All places where wizards gather in large areas have been moved underground, and everyone who enters here has signed a Fidelius Charm."

Dumbledore felt relieved.

Most of the students were sent home, and the remaining students stayed with their professors. Hogwarts was now safe.

"Is it really safe?"

Lockhart looked at the missile head that was so close to him and felt powerless for the first time. McGonagall beside him did not move and asked the little wizards to stay at the door of the auditorium and watch the flying missiles.

The threat of death suddenly descended upon the entire Hogwarts.

Lockhart wanted to escape, and he didn't care about those fools who were loyal to Dumbledore at the moment.

"Don't go out. It's dangerous."

Snape stood in front of a little boy who wanted to escape with a cold face, staring at him, motionless.

Lockhart's steps towards leaving suddenly stopped where he was, and an idea suddenly emerged in his mind: it would be a good idea to die here with them, perhaps there would be a turning point.

It's absolutely ridiculous, absolutely absurd.

However, the clamoring desire to survive slowly quieted down.

Boom, sparks flying into the sky.

Lockhart did not feel any pain. He pushed aside the little wizards crowded at the door of the auditorium and watched the missiles fall one after another, blasting huge craters on the lawn outside the castle, and then the water from the Black Lake poured back in.

It was very strange over in the Forbidden Forest. The missiles passed through them without any impact. The two things were on two different layers. You do yours and I do mine, and we have no impact on each other.

Looking at McGonagall's trusting eyes and the slightly relaxed look in Snape's eyes, Lockhart felt that he had won the bet. He cursed Dumbledore inwardly and succumbed to his schemes. He suddenly remembered the contract he signed when he joined the company.

The name of Hogwarts loomed.

Out of sight of everyone, the old dragon arrogantly circled around the Hogwarts castle again and again, with great power and unparalleled pride and complacency.

The protection of Hogwarts must be up to me.

However, a wise man will make a mistake after thinking a lot.

Not all wizards trust Dumbledore, and not all of them will abandon their original homes because of a few words from Dumbledore.

In Godric's Hollow, where the fire first reached, Amos Diggory (Cedric's father) was currently in his original clan house, enjoying a leisurely afternoon.

He ignored Dumbledore's warnings and could Apparate, unlike those ignorant, idle wizards.

Unexpectedly, the Muggle attack came before the unknown danger.

The huge explosion seemed to shake the entire level of space, and Mr. Diggory lost an arm in the valley when he Apparated.

He returned to the safe place where many wizards were. This place welcomed many wizards with broken arms and legs and those injured by explosions. Someone like him with a broken arm could only be ranked at the bottom.

Mr. Diggory's face turned pale. Thinking of the once quiet and beautiful home, he felt truly empty for a moment.

The illusion of peace and quiet in the past was finally shattered. He should give up his fantasy and start fighting.

Thanks to the powerful means of wizards and the cooperation of many Ministry of Magic officials, many missiles were intercepted on the high seas and fell into the vast ocean, causing a considerable tsunami.

Many unlucky wizards also died in this attack.

The whole world fell into silence. There were quite a few Muggle casualties. This attack was an indiscriminate attack.

This base has national borders, and while they were attacking their targets, they also dropped a few bombs into the enemy's territory.

Human beings will never forget their internal strife. What they face is not only the current crisis, but also a world that will be reshaped after the crisis.

Concepts are the most narrow-minded things in this world.

The Saints led by Grindelwald, the Order of the Phoenix led by Dumbledore, and a small number of members of the Ministry of Magic quickly took over the entire base. They controlled several Muggles who specialized in these weapons and released the remaining locks one by one.

Harry wandered around this place, hoping to find some trace of the apostle, and even more hoping to find clues about other wizards.

Such a precise surgical strike, there must be a traitor in the wizarding world, not just that one person.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald arrived at the general's office, where Hamilton's body was still lying.

The two looked at the person on the ground.

"Or else bury another nail."

Dumbledore shook his head. His ideas had changed. He didn't believe that the Muggle government knew nothing about these things. He was merciful in the past. Even if he was held accountable, those cunning politicians would definitely shirk all responsibility. If he really held them accountable, they would only single out a few scapegoats.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

Dumbledore felt that he had finally understood this truth today.

"Count the casualties, and then we will liquidate the traitors."

He and Grindelwald walked out of the place. The soldiers who participated in the war were killed without mercy. Their bodies were piled into a tower and placed in a dry environment to dry out bit by bit.

This is the price of angering a wizard.

"I said, these little ants can only kill each other. Their character is really bad."

"That's not right. If they hadn't wanted to kill us first, and if we hadn't been well prepared, the wizards would have been the ones to perish by now."

The mysterious creature took in all the developments as if it were watching a show. It glanced at Harry, who was still searching, with a gentle look on its face.

"Actually, you're right. There are still good people out there."

Lao Long didn't hear clearly at first, and nodded subconsciously. Then his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

"What!"

The creature rolled up its body, shortened the axis called time, transformed into a human form, disguised as a saint, and came to Harry's side.