Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry stood on a high place, looking at the cave below. The transparent glass reflected Dali's face which was squeezed and deformed.

I must have seen it wrong.

Just like fish flying in the sky and birds swimming freely in the sea, Dali's appearance here is itself absurd.

Maybe I was seeing things, Harry thought, and walked forward a few steps. It was a familiar road and an abandoned shop. Hermann had sealed it off.

But Harry still wanted to eat the food here.

"It's so noisy——"

Dali felt sore all over his body. Whenever he moved a little, it felt like countless ants were gnawing at him.

The surroundings were very lively, with people talking in a noisy manner, toasting each other, and the sunlight was very dazzling.

When Dali opened his eyes, he could hardly see anything for a moment. He could only vaguely see a few heads. Then lights of various colors came one after another. This was a restaurant.

"Are you awake?" A waiter stood next to him.

The few days Dali spent in this world had taught him to be silent and he dared not speak casually to strangers.

It was not until he met Harry in a well-sealed box that his arrogant and domineering nature resurfaced.

"Hurry up and serve me food, I'm hungry."

It was as if they were still on Privet Drive, Harry was still sleeping in the stairwell, and Dudley could still jump up and down the stairs at will, making the small compartment full of dust.

Harry acted as if he hadn't heard anything.

Lofit, who was sitting next to him, couldn't bear it anymore. Dali was pressed hard to the ground. His fat face fit perfectly with the gap in the floor, and the two were tightly stuck together.

Dali struggled desperately, and all the grievances of the past few days burst out in an instant. Through his tearful eyes, he saw Harry sitting at the table eating as if nothing had happened, very calm and silent.

He was really a little scared. He suddenly remembered that Harry was a wizard and what he had done to Harry in the past.

"He's already awake, but he's still a Muggle without any magic power. Where should we throw him?" Lofitt asked, but he was actually worried in his heart.

Dali - Dali -

This pronunciation is exactly the same as someone else's. What should I do? Follow Harry's instructions or make my own judgment.

"Send him back to where he belongs." Essentially speaking, Aunt Petunia had done him a favor, and Harry didn't want to have any extra ambitions for this naive young master who was spoiled by everyone, nor did he want to dwell on his past experiences.

"Can we return to that world?"

"I'm afraid not at this moment."

"Then-then send him back to my place first and arrange a room for him to be well entertained."

Dali couldn't listen to anything at this moment. Harry seemed very powerful. What would he do to him? The fear he created in his heart almost overwhelmed him.

"Okay, get up."

Dali was thrown out of the box, and the side of his face became red and dirty.

A simple loaf of bread and a bottle of water were thrown into his arms, and then he was quickly taken away.

From beginning to end, there was never any dialogue between the two parties. To be precise, it was Harry who unilaterally didn't want to pay attention to Daly.

Is it really a coincidence?

People in that world can come here.

No, wasn't it because of that person that I arrived here? Was Dali thrown here by that person, or was it just a coincidence?

It was as if there was a huge net covering the entire area, wrapping Harry's body tightly inside, making it airtight.

Dudley was knocked unconscious. The wizard who was ordered to perform his duties looked at the Muggle in his hand with a frown that could have pinched a fly to death.

What kind of lowly species are Muggles?

He was from one of the 28 pure-blood families, a noble bloodline, yet today he actually condescended to touch such a maggot.

If it weren't for Lord Potter, he would have thrown this man into the Pearling Cave and fed him to the lower-level wizarding community.

Fortunately, I was able to take this opportunity to enter the castle and have a conversation with Lord Hermann, which is a pretty good gain.

By the way, does Lord Potter like this place so much?

The wizard felt that he had sensed a business opportunity. If he built a few more stores around here, he should be able to make a fortune under the banner of Lord Potter.

He quickly swept across the lawn. Large haystacks were left in the distance. The mountains were getting closer and closer. The majestic castle was extremely grand, with many soldiers stationed below.

Lord Hermann was talking to some people angrily at this moment.

He was a little hesitant and wavering.

Finally, he mustered up the courage. Opportunities come to those who are prepared. If he could give Lord Herman a message that he was the one Lord Porter had his eyes on, he might be able to get a good opportunity.

There is no need to take any risks, just cut it in real time.

He felt at ease, landed on the ground, and walked quickly to Herman's side before being stopped by several soldiers.

"Who is coming?"

"Hello, sir! I was sent by Lord Potter." He weighed Dali in his hand.

When Hermann heard Porter's word, he withdrew the soldiers who were blocking him and came to his side.

"You mean to say that the Lord wants him to stay here and treat him well?"

"Yes, my Lord specifically instructed me to entertain him well."

Hermann looked up and saw a young man with platinum blond hair. He smiled like a swaggering peacock and had gray-blue eyes that matched his fair skin perfectly.

Reminds her of someone familiar.

"Okay, come in then."

As I wished, I walked into this sacred land. It is said that inside this magnificent building, there is an extremely mysterious building, just like an eggshell, which contains the civilization of another world, and Lord Potter's divine power also comes from here.

So, should I find a chance to have a look?

How can a loyal dog have the ability to win over a team?

The wizard smiled smugly.

Hermann folded his arms and watched the young man walk into the castle. The corners of his mouth twitched. Even though he was young, he still couldn't hide his thoughts.

To be honest, Dumbledore has been quite busy lately.

He not only had to solve the mess left by Harry and Zhou Fu, but also told Li Changsheng to deal with the group of troublesome old guys at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

At the same time, he had to deal with the storm of public opinion. Fontner died. He passed away peacefully, just a few days after Dumbledore talked to him. The white hospital bed carried the last moments of his life. He didn't even see Elliot before he embarked on his journey home alone.

Elliot's condition was very worrying. After hearing the news, he seemed to have lost his soul. He looked dull every day, isolated himself, and did not respond to anything from the outside world.

Only Professor McGonagall's words could touch his nerves.

He wanted to know the truth. He wanted to know how his grandfather died. Was he killed by someone in the castle?

This is simply an unsolvable proposition.

Hogwarts brought the headmaster of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry here, but he died a few days later.

Those with ulterior motives took advantage of the tsunami of public opinion and had a very smooth sailing with great fanfare, and even many people believed such remarks.

As for the real official clarification, for example, he colluded with goblins, bought and sold school professor positions, and also wanted to kill two Hogwarts students.

Statement, those people are turning a blind eye, conspiracy is what they like to talk about the most.

Eliot was obviously influenced by this trend of thought in his extreme grief and indignation. After pretending to have recovered, he began to investigate alone in secret.

The first is the school clinic.

The three people who actually experienced the incident have not yet returned to normal classes. Elliot doesn't believe that his grandfather is one of the people in the rumors.

Those people's rumors were an insult to his grandfather.

Elliot took advantage of the moment when the professor on duty left for something and sneaked out of the Gryffindor dormitory. The corridor here was dark, and the portrait frames hanging on the walls had been removed one by one at some point, leaving only empty walls and dim oil lamps.

When people are extremely angry or extremely sad, their minds will become extremely calm, and rationality of the brain will have an absolute upper hand at this time.

At this moment, Elliot's brain was like a battle-hardened general giving orders, calmly directing the body to avoid Filch's patrols and Mrs. Norris's sense of smell.

After going through a lot of hardships, Elliot arrived at the school clinic.

The bright moonlight outside the door shone through the transparent glass onto Elliot's black wizard robe.

He pushed open the door and tiptoed to a bed.

Harley and Zhou Fu.

One of the two female classmates that Harry Potter is most familiar with.

And lying on the big bed next to him was a familiar face - Angel, the legendary student who was said to have died and suddenly resurrected.

What kind of method can be used to find out the truth from the other party and at the same time erase their memory and cover up all traces of one's presence?

While Elliot was thinking hard, Dumbledore, who was in the principal's office, was already ready to take action.

The portrait hidden in the corridor just now told him that Elliot came to the door of the school infirmary alone and seemed very angry.

Dumbledore talked to Tom when he came to the office some time ago. The situation outside had reached an extremely serious level. Dumbledore needed to take action himself, not only to protect Harry, but also to unite all the forces that could be united to a greater extent.

For some groups and organizations, they trust strength. As long as they show that they are strong and cannot be defeated, they will get high support rates.

The purpose of Tom's visit that day was to remind Dumbledore and ask him to be prepared as soon as possible, as the war could come at any time and anywhere.

Dumbledore needs to eliminate all hidden dangers in the school as much as possible before leaving.

He let out a long sigh. He hadn't slept for several nights in a row. Although he was physically healthy, his mental state was a little sluggish.

Dumbledore yawned and counted, three, two, one.

Elliot was caught by Madam Pomfrey, who angrily criticized him for a long time, even though Elliot had just said goodbye to his grandfather.

After receiving a long period of education, Madam Pomfrey forced him to eat and use some things, sent him back to the Gryffindor dormitory, and severely criticized the professor who was on duty that night.

Alas——

"Who came just now? He was caught so quickly, his strength is really not that good."

Harley said with some gloating as she lay in the thin snow-white blanket, the warmth covering the damp and cold summer night.

Zhou Fu ignored her, but his long eyelashes kept fluttering, suggesting that he had not slept yet.

"The final exam is tomorrow. How are you preparing? Are you confident that you can pass it all?"

Zhou Fu still didn't answer, as if he was really asleep.

Forget it! Harry turned around and buried his face in the quilt in annoyance.

The moonlight is like a silk thread, gently draped over everyone.

Angel was awake at this time, or to be more precise, he had been awake for a long time.

The system did come, but it brought some bad news.

What is a desperate alliance? Is this a good term? What kind of external force can turn two originally hostile forces into a temporary community of interests?

Angel had lost all hope in life. He originally thought that he had escaped death and would be punished for only a dozen years at most. However, he was kicked back unexpectedly and almost experienced a life-and-death crisis.

I don't know why? Ever since he woke up this time, he felt an itch on his back, as if something cold and slippery was constantly rubbing against his back.

It's not a good thing anyway, Angel is absolutely sure of it.

The moon hanging in this small space began to flicker, and it seemed to be gradually disappearing. The light was getting dimmer and dimmer in this sleepy night.

Disappeared.

It came so suddenly and left so quickly. It left as quietly as it came.

The whole space became pitch black.

Filch, who was not on night patrol, noticed the change, but this thing was invented by Dumbledore.

Maybe the principal has some other plans.

Filch decided to turn a blind eye and not say a word unless necessary.

And in this school, many sleepless people noticed this strange scene.

Gryffindor, who was in another dimension, noticed something strange about the main castle of Hogwarts.

Then he looked up at the sky decisively, not the sky in space, but further outward, to the earth, and then outward again, breaking through the atmosphere and coming to the side of the man.

There was no one around him at this time, and his aura became restrained. He licked his fingers as if he was gnawing on a delicious and spicy chicken foot, with a greedy expression on his face.

As the holes in the surrounding space became fewer and fewer and the structure became more and more stable, the man smiled with satisfaction.

Wait a little longer. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

Harry, who was running outside, frowned. He didn't know why he had a strong bad feeling in his heart.

It came so suddenly and inexplicably.