Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The Carlo siblings looked at each other. The master seemed to be telling them to take action, although the timing seemed a little confusing.

Two people suddenly jumped out from the audience, so fast that people couldn't react. Even Dumbledore couldn't teleport to them quickly, not to mention the young wizards who had no combat experience and had stayed in the ivory tower for a long time.

The seats they chose were also carefully planned, very close to the two targets they planned to kill.

Bulstrode, one of the patriarchs of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, although not well-known, still has a profound influence among many pure-blood wizards.

However, such an important person, because of the decline of his family's glory and the awakening of new forces, hopes to regain his position in this world change.

And he fell towards Bai You.

Voldemort had several loyal Death Eaters, and he had sent spies into several forces around the world, delivering information continuously every day.

And this piece of news was brought by one of those people.

The other person is the famous Director of the Department of International Affairs and now the second-in-command of the Ministry of Magic, the upright Mr. Crouch.

Two bright green lights flashed, and one of them hit Bulstrode's chest accurately. His soul was annihilated in an instant. The people around him were scared to death. Karkaroff, who had been so complacent just now, was instantly covered in cold sweat.

A huge green sign appeared in the sky, Death was taunting, and Voldemort announced his return to everyone.

Crouch dodged the other green light. He looked at the small black hole on the seat next to him, with smoke coming out of it.

Rip you apart! Rip you apart! Expelliarmus!

All kinds of spells were cast at the two men. They were gradually outnumbered and eventually arrested by the Aurors. Moody limped over and stared at the two notorious Death Eaters with his fake eye. The original Azkaban prison had been abandoned and the Dementors inside were set free again. Now there was almost no one who could control them.

In this turbulent world, their power is growing visibly, and it is a necessary condition for all wizards who go out on missions to learn the Patronus Spell.

The poor Muggles had no idea what this was. They could only feel that it was extremely cold around them, and then they lost consciousness. It was almost impossible to resist.

However, the food of the Death Eaters is people's happiness and hope. When despair is everywhere, they will not survive for long. Those monsters who cannot think will not think about these things. They will only covet the freedom in front of them.

Fawkes suddenly appeared beside Dumbledore, and then Dumbledore flew down in great style.

Everyone's eyes were on him.

Karkaroff's heart, which had just been hanging in the air, sank again. With Dumbledore around, Voldemort was nothing to worry about.

However, he knew the Dark Lord's character very well. Even if the world was destroyed, he would kill all the traitors first to serve as a warning to others. He had confessed so much after being arrested, and it was hard to imagine how he would end up well.

Karkaroff would be horrified if Dumbledore handed himself over in order to join forces with Voldemort.

Maybe he is not as important as imagined, but in his world, he is the center of the whole world. All the pros and cons are measured based on himself and will be exaggerated by emotions.

He quietly retreated to the back row, and finally moved slowly and sneaked away.

No, I can't stay in Durmstrang anymore. I have to find a safe place. Where can I find a place that can accommodate someone like me and guarantee my absolute safety?

Which side?

Karkaroff thought about it and flew away quickly. He arrived at the entrances and exits of various borders and, under the guidance of the guards, he came to the largest gathering place of wizards. He wanted to find his partners to discuss countermeasures.

The Karkaroff siblings were not panicked at all, perhaps because of their low intelligence, or perhaps because they were confident.

Although Amycus Carrow was pinned to the ground, his eyes still had a very paranoid malice and stupidity. He shouted loudly, "Every wizard killed at this moment will weaken the power of wizards."

Looking at Bulstrode who had not yet closed his eyes, Dumbledore was very angry, his robes fluttered rapidly, and Fawkes screamed beside him.

Alecto Carlo, as the younger sister, had the same stupidity as her brother. She couldn't see the situation clearly and shouted and cursed everyone present.

Lucius couldn't bear to watch it. He admired himself very much for being able to work with such a person in the past, and was somewhat glad that he finally chose the right path.

"I suppose it's my turn now? Albus -"

In order to show and indicate his close relationship with Dumbledore, the old dragon called out in an extremely intimate manner, had blood-red hair, wrinkled skin, erect pupils, and wore armor-like clothes.

Ron didn't see it clearly from a distance, but the bright red color made him feel itchy.

"Take them away and keep them under strict guard."

"I propose that they be executed on the spot."

Moody had dealt with many dark wizards, and he knew very well what kind of group they were. During the years of fighting to the death, he understood the principle of killing with one blow.

Neville clenched his fists tightly in the audience. His usually confused mind seemed to be clear for a moment. His brain was working frantically, and then he immediately ran out of the audience. In full view of everyone, he passed through layer after layer of obstacles and came to Dumbledore with an extremely flexible body.

The dark mark in the sky has completely dissipated.

"That's fine——"

Looking at Neville standing aside, Dumbledore felt a little soft-hearted. Whatever, he would still kill them all in the end, it was just a little earlier now.

Dumbledore squatted down, and the Carrow siblings seemed to realize something and immediately closed their eyes.

Dumbledore's shadow swayed slightly on the ground, and almost no one noticed this detail. His body stiffened for a moment.

He stood up, looked at Snape who was gradually approaching, and said, "I'll have to trouble you to go to the castle and get a few bottles of Veritaserum."

The picture above the sky on the lawn was still flashing. One after another, the contestants evacuated the Black Lake safely. Some of them ran too fast, such as Krum from Durmstrang. He was almost at the finish line, but he didn't expect that he would be stopped by Aurors at the last moment before arriving and was taken up without any explanation.

Even though Krum is very good, you can't ask an excellent first-grade student to compete in math with a senior high school student. They are almost not on the same level.

"No, I have it here—"

Snape calmly took out the truth serum from his clothes and looked meaningfully at the Carrow siblings who were tied to the ground.

Looking at their former colleague, the shameful traitor, the Carlo siblings cursed him profusely and were soon muted.

The competition ended in such an anticlimactic way, with the death of the patriarch of a pure-blood family as the final result. Many people present felt a sense of grief. He could be successfully killed in such a public occasion. Would they be the next one?

They had all seen how crazy Voldemort was. They originally thought that the rumors circulating in Iceland were false, but they didn't expect that they were the first group of people to get close to the truth.

As if to express his determination, Dumbledore sentenced the Carrow brothers and sisters to death in public. Neville was very excited because his parents were tortured crazy by these two guys.

Crouch walked out, his eyes flickering, and he suddenly said, "Even though Azkaban prison is now a mere formality, the law has not been abolished. There must still be laws to abide by, and lynching cannot be used."

Although many people are puzzled by what the victim said himself, it still has some weight.

Neville's cheeks turned red. Crouch glanced at him nonchalantly. He was just a second-year wizard. What right did he have to speak?

"You were almost killed by them, and yet you still spoke up for them."

Moody walked with his prosthetic leg, staring at Crouch with a hint of suspicion.

"No - the more chaotic the moment, the more rules there should be. Even if they are Death Eaters, they cannot be killed immediately without trial. I don't want to set this precedent."

Crouch showed a look of deep sorrow. Since his usual image of being too upright had long been deeply rooted in the eyes of the public, it was reasonable for him to say this.

Dumbledore looked at Crouch with a smile.

Crouch suddenly felt his hair stand on end. He didn't understand where the sense of crisis came from. The audience in the distance suddenly blurred into the background, and every face around him was carefully analyzed and pondered by him.

"Except your weapons!"

The next moment, Crouch was caught by Dumbledore and pinned to the ground by Moody.

"What are you doing, Dumbledore, are you crazy? If you want to get rid of me, just say so."

There was an uproar all around. There was no logical connection between the two events. In their minds, both men were good people who represented justice, but they suddenly started fighting. Dumbledore, who represented justice, suddenly grabbed Crouch, who also represented justice.

"What is he doing?"

Crouch's loyal fans made a lot of noise and wanted to jump into the audience.

"Cedric", who was brought back to the surface by young Oro, first lowered his head to drink a mouthful of lake water, and then sat on the lawn without any image. After drying his clothes, he watched the drama in front of him with great interest.

Turning against each other and internal fighting within the organization, this kind of drama is always new to watch.

Many people were asking Dumbledore for a reason, but Dumbledore was not in a hurry at this time. He fed the truth serum he got from Snape into Crouch's mouth in one breath.

"who are you?"

"Barty Crouch—"

"What's your full name?"

"Barty Crouch Jr."

The person who knew about the trial fell silent. This was old Crouch's son, the one who was sent to Azkaban prison by his own father for the sake of justice and later died unfortunately.

"Where is the real Barty Crouch?"

Little Batty struggled hard, his eyes revealing unparalleled madness.

"You %&!" The Carlo brothers and sisters were stunned. Old Nott, who was very angry and wanted to make trouble just now, returned to his seat in shame. The situation changed too quickly. Before he could adapt to his role, the next scene came on stage.

"He is now in my current residence, where there is a secret room -"

One of the conditions for using Polyjuice Potion is to regularly use the hair of the person being played.

"Should I be glad that you didn't kill your father?"

"Hahahaha——" Little Batty suddenly laughed wildly and said very proudly.

"It's no different from him being dead now."

This is not at all like a normal attitude of a son towards his father, but more like that of a madman towards his enemy.

During the conversation between the two, everyone present had already understood what kind of person this so-called Director of the International Affairs Department was.

Snape returned to his Potions office to get something, then came to little Barty and poured a bottle of potion into his mouth without saying a word.

The face on his body slowly melted to the ground like wax, and then returned to its youthful appearance.

"Cedric" knew that today's play was almost over. He filled some lake water as if no one was around, walked slowly back to the audience seats, and was greeted with small-scale cheers.

The wizards acted very quickly, and the members who were still participating in the competition in the lake were brought to the shore one after another.

The news spread quickly throughout the wizarding world. Even the Muggles who had just arrived here and felt a little uneasy began to hear about such a big event.

The shadow under Dumbledore's feet returned to normal. He looked up at the still flashing screen and announced that the competition would continue in three days and the problems in the Black Lake would be rectified.

The Gryffindor dormitory is now bustling with activity. The Weasley twins are excitedly telling everyone how they narrowly escaped two Avada Kedavra stuns and saved a dazed little girl in the process.

Ron touched his forehead with a headache, looking at his two brothers who were bragging, but it was obvious that the two guys didn't think that was the case. They mixed various sound effects into their thrilling stories, which attracted cheers.

Ginny whispered to her little sister beside her, "Did you feel it? Why are the classmates around us disappearing one by one?"

"Indeed, I saw the professor take each of them away. I heard that their parents felt that Hogwarts was too dangerous and wanted to take them back home."

"I think what you said makes sense, but what kind of danger could Hogwarts be in?"

When Ginny said this, the surroundings immediately became quiet, perhaps because the voice was too loud, or perhaps because the content was thought-provoking.

Hogwarts, when has it ever been safe in the past two years?