Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Harry is still so busy."

Ron was munching on a sandwich in a dejected manner, with his other hand holding a crispy chicken leg, his mouth full of oil as he ate.

"You should wipe your mouth first."

Hermione handed over a tissue helplessly. Elliot, who had been out for something, ran over. On his way here, he heard some whispers saying that Harry was back.

The little fat boy begged his grandfather to stay here. In this turbulent time, his dear grandfather was worried that he would follow in the footsteps of those kids.

But Elliot didn't want to, so he sneaked back.

"Did Harry just get back?"

After getting Hermione's affirmative answer, he patted his chest vigorously and said, "If I had known this, I would not have left and missed the meeting with him."

"So where is he now?"

Ron explained the location and pointed in a friendly direction. His outstretched palm was covered in oil stains and some crumbs. His little finger was holding the tissue handed to him by Hermione, which was extremely flexible.

Elliot stepped back with a frown, smirked, and then quickly retreated.

"Hahahaha", the Weasley twins appeared from nowhere and laughed at their brother, "Our little Ronnie still loves to eat chicken legs so much..."

Ron was silent for a while. He carefully glanced at the expressions on their faces. They were all the same as usual. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Did you really not hear their conversation that day?

"Hey!"

Fred watched his little brother distracted, and became playful. He pretended to pass by casually and touched Ron's hair and even his freckled cheeks with his greasy hands.

"Fred! Aaaaaah!"

Ron was so angry that he immediately stood up from the stool and accidentally smashed the plate in front of him to the ground. Seeing that the twins were about to run away, he asked Hermione for help.

"I'll bring you some candy when I come back."

Then he ran out like crazy, and I could vaguely hear angry words like "Stop!"

Percy was sitting with his girlfriend at this time. The two of them were very sweet, with their shoulders leaning against each other intimately. Penelope turned her head to look at Ron who was running over like the wind.

In a teasing tone, he said, "Look at your brother——"

Percy's brow was full of black lines. He closed his eyes tightly and kept trying to calm the anger in his heart. He was the older brother and Ron was the child.

"Sorry, let's ignore them."

Penelope smiled without saying anything, but the smile in her eyes could not be hidden. They secretly came out and showed off their presence in front of Percy.

"I made you laugh." The two of them wrestled with each other while laughing.

The few little Gryffindor lions sitting nearby suddenly felt like life was hopeless. It turned out that wherever the young couple existed, the air was filled with the sour smell of love.

They took their plates and moved forward silently.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting above, looked at the noisy scene in front of her with a smile. Unlike the little wizards who almost lived in ivory towers underground, as Dumbledore's right-hand man, she knew deeply that the world was currently in an extremely turbulent moment.

All research had almost come to a standstill, and Snape had been staying in his office for days and nights without coming out, not attending classes, relying on the help of teaching assistants, and even relying on house-elves to deliver food to him for meals.

She had gone in to take a look. Her hair was so greasy that it looked like dreadlocks. Her robes were soaked in the scent of herbs. The crucible in the middle seemed to have not been extinguished for a long time. Everyone was under a lot of pressure.

Professor McGonagall even wondered whether to stop normal teaching at Hogwarts and let all living forces begin to play their roles when she told Dumbledore this idea.

Dumbledore did not accept it, but he did not refuse it either. Once things got bad to a certain extent, everyone would become a screw in the war machine.

I hope that day will never come, the longer such days last, the better.

Dumbledore is about to go out again, and Professor McGonagall is very worried. The spiritual pillar of the current wizarding world must not collapse.

Is this space really stable? Is it true that no one can sneak in?

McGonagall couldn't eat anymore, so she rummaged through the keys in her pocket and decided to have a good chat with the Gryffindor in the Black Lake.

After Dumbledore received the important information from Harry, he suddenly felt a headache, not because it was too difficult, but because there were too many things.

The head of the Malfoy family sent a letter a few days ago, saying that the negotiations between their alliance headed by the pure-blood families and the goblins of Gringotts were not very pleasant.

They refused to give up the place where they had cultivated for thousands of years, and accused the wizards of not being able to protect their own homes. They would rather die in the war holding those piles of gold galleons than go to an illusory place.

The war between wizards and goblins actually took place only a few hundred years ago. As both creatures have very long lifespans, the generation that participated in the war has not yet completely died out.

Dumbledore was determined to tear these troublemakers apart from within.

Facing such a turbulent world, they still stay here. It's not that they are not afraid of death, but perhaps -

Dumbledore picked up a small medicine bottle and put it in his pocket. The pink color was faintly visible. He then grabbed a handful of powder and stood next to the fireplace. When the powder was sprinkled, the flame suddenly turned blue-green and the temperature dropped sharply.

"Gringotts—"

Fawkes, who was still sleeping on top of the bookcase, yawned lazily after hearing the sound. At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the space, and a huge dragon head came out from it and sat on Dumbledore's chair as if he was familiar with it.

He transformed into an old figure, standing at the same height as Fox, and said in a shrill voice, "Little guy, would you consider following me and abandoning that old man?"

Mr. Basilisk wrapped around Fox's feet woke up, and the white cloth tied to its head gradually became transparent.

"I rely on!"

The old dragon cursed inwardly and then disappeared.

This guy is really a killer. He can actually have a very strong inhibitory effect on creatures like himself with strong magical powers. This is why he always has a disadvantage against Fox.

Under what circumstances could they be separated? The old dragon stroked his nonexistent chin and pondered, then returned to the space where he was originally staying, where a woman was sleeping.

"Little guy, little guy, you have been wandering in this world for so long, it must be hard for you, but it doesn't matter, we will be able to go home soon."

Thinking of the fact that the little fellow seemed to have deep feelings for a human, or rather, had quite a liking for him, the old dragon immediately thought of himself and was filled with sighs.

Who didn’t come here like this?

It has always been a soft-hearted dragon. Even when it was born with such great fanfare, it had never thought of killing them all outright, leaving only one or two. But now—

It touched a certain part of its body. One of Harry's pets was sleeping there. It really was careless and was tricked by these cunning humans again and again.

Back to Dumbledore.

His arrival was warmly welcomed, and every powerful figure outside who came to this huge place began to become cautious.

Every thing has its own nemesis. According to the current situation, they are not qualified to show off in front of Dumbledore.

“You are here——”

Lucius walked forward enthusiastically, and despite everyone's envious and jealous gazes, he came to Dumbledore's side. The two of them sat together at the front of a long table, with wizards on one side and goblins on the other.

They have been arguing here for a long time, but the goblins just won't give in.

The bomb that fell on the nearby community did not alert them. The people who preserved the wizards' wealth, shamelessly regarded them all as their own and controlled the economic lifeline of the entire wizarding world turned out to be a group of goblins.

When dealing with such a greedy group, Dumbledore decided to be direct and ask them what they really wanted.

"We demand our own independent space, and I believe you should be able to do that, Mr. Dumbledore."

This is absolutely impossible, and both sides are well aware of this.

But looking at the old goblin with wrinkled skin and pale hair in front of him, Dumbledore immediately realized that if they wanted to open the window, they would have to pretend to lift the roof off.

"We will not agree to this condition."

Dumbledore turned to Lucius and asked, "Have all the wizards' property been transferred out?"

Lucius was a little embarrassed, "There is still most of it."

When Dumbledore and his colleagues decided to withdraw from the real world, a large number of people who had deposited money in Gringotts began to demand that all the wealth in their treasury be moved out.

One or two goblins can still allow it.

If there were more, it would immediately cause a run on the bank and trigger the circuit breaker mechanism. This was undoubtedly a challenge to the goblins' possessive desire for wealth. They blocked the underground passage, which led to Lucius coming to negotiate with them. This was also why the pure-blood families, who were full of tricks and sinister intentions, gathered together in unusual unity at this moment.

"Are they all gold Galleons?"

"Most of them, with a small number of historic alchemical products, and—"

"understood."

Dumbledore stopped Lucius from speaking, "I understand."

He put his hands in his pockets, unscrewed the cork of the small bottle, and controlled the breath to flow to the other side. Snape's research did have some results.

"I hope you can return all the wizard's property."

"That is not the wizard's property. You only have the right to use it temporarily. Don't confuse people."

The two sides could not agree on this issue. After all, they were also eyeing the Sword of Gryffindor.

But Dumbledore remembered the guy living in the sword, and a bad idea came to his mind.

No, he immediately stopped himself from thinking this. He must not lose the big picture for the sake of small gains. These goblins were hateful, but Gryffindor had also made a lot of contributions.

The two sides quarreled again. How could a noble pure-blood family have endured such humiliation? Not to mention the shameless people who regarded their property as their own.

The goblins were even more angry. Wizards were born with the vast majority of power and ruled over many magical creatures. The refining of these gold galleons was also done by the goblins.

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, and said in a slightly threatening tone, "If you insist on guarding the vault, the wizarding community will give up using gold coins to measure the value of physical objects, and it will no longer be able to buy anything."

The pure-blood families on the side widened their eyes, and Lucius breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that when he said this, the matter was actually over.

"You dare! Will the wizards allow it? Can you represent the thoughts of so many of them?"

The wealth that you have been guarding for many years turned into a lump of iron overnight and became a burden. Once the credit of the monetary system collapses, the wealth will vanish in an instant.

The old goblin glared at him angrily and threatened without thinking, "Be careful that we join the other side. He offers us goblins very good conditions."

At this time, a younger goblin sitting next to him was horrified. He pulled the old goblin's clothes and said in a shrill voice, "Sir, please calm down. He may be too tired recently. Let me negotiate with you."

"This gentleman has a big heart!"

Dumbledore said with a grin, closing the wooden cork in his pocket.

Two guys in armor suddenly appeared from behind and helped the old goblin down.

At this time, the old guy also regretted it. He didn't know what influenced him and he spoke out his true feelings at once. This kind of thing is completely different if it is done in private or in public.

"We will return all the wizards' property, but please allow us to draw a small area in the wizard gathering area so that Gringotts can continue to be established there."

This was not the original intention of the goblin group. They just wanted to take advantage of the wizard's troubled situation and jump out to ask for more benefits.

They didn't expect that no one paid attention to them. This made the proud goblins feel ignored and they got angry all of a sudden.

The strong are afraid of the strong, and the strong are afraid of the desperate.

After all the tables were overturned, these arrogant guys finally calmed down. They believed that Lucius would take care of the follow-up matters. Dumbledore, led by the goblins, walked into the underground vault.

The young goblin explained why Gringotts refused to cooperate.

"Many of the vaults here have very old restrictions, and have been lost. We have no way to copy them. We only know how to use them, which is actually the foundation of Gringotts—"

Dumbledore also understood their difficulties. It was not easy to rebuild the venue. In fact, he himself was relieved. It was not easy to abolish the monetary system overnight. The turmoil caused was no less than a cannon attack.

"I understand, I understand."

Dumbledore looked at the dragons waiting in the warehouse on the lower floor. Most of them looked tired and very irritable.

"Let's find a chance to release them all."

"This..." The young goblin was speechless for a moment. He actually had no power to do this.

Dumbledore pointed to the sky and said meaningfully, "This is actually abuse, restricting their freedom. If a war comes one day, this place will be the first target of retaliation."

The young goblin materialized the enemy they were about to face for the first time, broke out in a cold sweat, and lowered his proud head for the first time.

"I will never forget your kindness. I will persuade all groups of fairies to fully cooperate with the wizards."