Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Unexpectedly, what I thought was a friendly and intimate conversation ended up being tricked into revealing something by the other party.

He laughed, watching the waves hitting the beach and the shore. Wave after wave of strange creatures came ashore and were then repelled by the Muggles' thermal weapons. Clusters of pink unknown substances appeared in the clear sea water, then gradually turned purple until they merged with the color of the ocean.

Without thinking too much, he needed to observe this parachuted colleague carefully. How could he get along so well with Muggles? And when was he discovered?

Arthur was having a great time talking to a soldier, and they were exchanging experiences from the two worlds with gestures and gestures.

"Why can the iron bird here fly? I have observed it up close. It is very fast. It is a hard lump, but the people inside it do not feel any discomfort at all."

"I actually don't quite understand the specific principle." The soldier scratched his head and grinned embarrassedly. He has had these things since the day he was born. If he was not an expert in this industry, how could he explain the principle of how an airplane takes off?

"Then what is that little square box of yours with a lot of moving people in it?"

"Oh, this is called TV here." The soldier talked about this incessantly and excitedly explained to Arthur what a signal and a channel were.

Arthur licked the corner of his mouth excitedly. Now he was like a mouse falling into a rice jar, able to understand everything he wanted to know.

"Well, I think I want to see the one where you can make a fire, the one--"

The soldier's tanned face felt a little embarrassed. This was a wizard, although he acted very kindly.

"The flames are blazing——"

Arthur took out his wand and waved it on the ground, and the pile of wood that had just been built was set on fire. The people around who were responsible for lighting the fire looked at Arthur with gratitude, and then walked into the dense forest.

Just a few bonfires for so many people is far from enough.

"Then what's the principle behind this? Do I still have a chance?" The soldier touched the gun on his waist. In the past, it was a great honor for him if a man could touch a gun. But now that he knows there are wizards in the world, he also wants to be able to fly over rooftops and walls and start a fire with his bare hands as described in the books.

"Sorry, this may not be possible if you have not received an acceptance letter by the time you are 11 years old."

"Oh, I know."

The soldier held his head in frustration. She was just daydreaming, but soon a light lit up in his eyes.

"Alas, but I seem to have heard that some of us have close ties with you wizards, and they seem to have a way to turn us into wizards—"

The soldier leaned close to Arthur's ear and whispered carefully, afraid that others might hear him, but also afraid that Arthur might not hear him.

Arthur was about to answer, saying no, no, but Lucius suddenly appeared, and Dumbledore seemed to -

Harry also had some adventures, and Filch, the Squib from Hogwarts, actually had magical powers.

He couldn't face such a sincere look and said no with absolute certainty.

"Then there is a way." The soldier's voice was a little higher due to his excitement, which attracted the attention of the people around him.

"Hey, that soldier, that soldier." The soldier turned a deaf ear to him. He was still immersed in the joy of the possibility of becoming a wizard.

"That soldier of yours."

Arthur tugged at the soldier's sleeve, motioning him to turn around and look back.

The admiral stood there with a serious face, and behind him, Wu Zhenguo had his hands in his pockets, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

The soldier seemed a little slow to react, and he pointed at himself dully.

"Yes, that's you. Come here."

The admiral nodded politely to Arthur, who responded with a smile. He watched the admiral and his soldiers walk away, then met up with Wu Zhenguo who was standing nearby.

"What does the Admiral want him to do?"

"Who knows? Maybe he's doing some special training." Wu Zhenguo spread his hands, his face covered with oil paint was full of unruly, revealing his shiny white teeth, and he put his arm around Arthur's shoulder and began to walk inside.

"Would you like to see our hot weapons?" Wu Zhenguo believed that almost no man could resist the temptation of guns.

Arthur was obviously moved, "Really? Can I?"

"Of course, why not?"

The two of them have been together for so many days that they have come to understand each other's temperament and have become like good brothers.

Wu Zhenguo liked Arthur's friendly, unguarded and equal attitude towards Muggles.

Arthur also liked Wu Zhenguo's indescribable temperament, bright and charming, calm and reliable, steady and powerful.

Seeing that the two were familiar with each other, Arthur began to secretly inquire how Wu Zhenguo came into contact with Dumbledore.

Wu Zhenguo had no intention of hiding this. After ending his life of hiding in the Ministry of Magic, he spoke openly about his past experiences.

"I was actually on a secret mission."

"What is it about? Can I ask?"

"Oh, of course, there's no use keeping it a secret now."

"Our troop is one of the most powerful in the army, just like the Aurors among you wizards."

Arthur keenly noticed that Wu Zhenguo clearly divided the camps into two groups. He said that Muggles are us and wizards are you, but he did not say anything and did not foolishly ask why.

Wu Zhenguo's thoughts were lost in that distant afternoon. It was originally a very ordinary mission, except that the place he was going to was a little dangerous.

"I thought our protective measures were good enough, but I didn't expect that we still couldn't resist the radiation."

Wu Zhenguo knew very well that Arthur was the one closest to Dumbledore, so he felt that there was no need to hide some secrets from him.

"Even if it's a nuclear bomb, no one would have thought that the weapon we created with our own hands to destroy the world could actually be a ladder to another world."

Arthur's heart tightened.

"what do you mean?"

"Yes, it's just what you think. The protective measures of everyone in our team didn't work, but I managed to survive and gained some powers that seem to be wizards."

"them--"

Arthur suddenly couldn't bear to continue.

"I found a Feng Shui treasure land for them, so they can have a wonderful next life. However, they have a leisurely life, but poor me still has to endure the hard work." Wu Zhenguo was very open-minded. Looking at the temporary warehouse that was getting closer and closer, after registering with the two soldiers, he patted Arthur's shoulder and motioned him to go in.

"And how long ago did you and Dumbledore meet?"

“About two or three years ago.”

"and then?"

"Then there came one, which must have been a phoenix. I didn't expect it to be a real phoenix. It flew to me and shed a tear. Then I became what I am now."

"Your strength is quite good. You don't look like someone who has just become a wizard for a short time."

"Perhaps you could ask Dumbledore."

"And then he transferred you to the Ministry?"

"No." Wu Zhenguo shook his head. "At that time, I knew very well that I had entered another world that had been hidden for a long time. It was impossible to return to my old unit. These forces were something we had never seen or heard of before, so I wanted to enter and integrate into this world."

He paused for a moment, squatted down, took out a submachine gun, handed it to Arthur, asked him to try the feel, and then he also took a sniper rifle.

The black gun hole was suddenly aimed at Arthur's temple. Arthur's hair stood on end and a transparent barrier wrapped around his whole body.

"Oops, sorry, I was just kidding."

Arthur wanted to laugh, but couldn't, so he could only make a weird expression.

"I applied to Dumbledore voluntarily and signed a contract with him. He sent me to Crouch in the appropriate manner, and I was successfully accepted."

"Did Dumbledore create a false identity for you?"

"Well - this should not be done by him, but by another person."

"Who?"

"Grindelwald?" Wu Zhenguo walked out of the warehouse door with a gun and motioned Arthur to follow him.

"Oh, let me tell you another interesting thing. This should have happened two years ago, two years ago today. That is to say, before all these things happened, Dumbledore should have known that the radiation from nuclear bombs could transform Muggles into wizards with a small probability."

Arthur stood there in a daze, the magic power on the surface of his palm began to shake violently, he looked down and saw that the barrel of the gun was already showing signs of bending.

Kodos Dorez.

Dumbledore arrived, and the negotiations came to an end at an unprecedented speed. Everything seemed to be a happy ending, but the ruined castle and the few students who were supporting each other all exposed what kind of situation the place was in.

Negotiations may not necessarily involve taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

The headmaster didn't like Dumbledore at all. No matter how he looked at him, he just didn't like him.

You say this good guy, who is known as the greatest white wizard in the world today, is doing all kinds of sneaky things all day long. The last time he saw him was in Chernobyl near Ukraine. This was their first meeting, and it was also the most unforgettable one for him.

When Dumbledore arrived, everyone behaved themselves. The few professors and students were also called over to support the party.

Lofitt disappeared again, but no one wanted to care about him.

Dumbledore seemed to be full of curiosity about the remaining dolls in the corridor. He came to a snow-white doll covered with cracks and looked around.

The headmaster who was accompanying him kept silent. The more Harry looked at this guy, the more familiar he looked. He felt as if he had seen him on some distant night.

Cedric's eyes widened, a little, a little like Paul.

"Actually, I have another purpose for coming here today." Dumbledore suddenly spoke, and the headmaster was not surprised at all.

"Do you have any solution for this?"

Several professors acting as background figures began their own work, restoring the student who had been shattered into pieces.

All they need to do is simply restore it to its original state. Scars cannot be easily healed by magic. They still need a long time to slowly repair.

"Hey, no, this is my arm, please look carefully."

"I don't want this lock of hair, please burn it for me."

There were more and more voices, and the background noise became noisier. The dolls scattered throughout the corridor began to open their mouths, full of human vitality, but with the rigidity of handicrafts.

"Well, this is also the sincerity of our peace talks. This of yours should be a curse."

"Of course I know it's a curse." The principal said the news was useless and he needed a more accurate conclusion.

"I have a way to solve it. This requires starting from the root of your school."

"What's the source?"

"You can't leave your roots here."

Harry listened silently in the back. The world is full of wonders, and Dumbledore's way of handling things was more mature, smooth and effective than his own.

Speaking of our hurried Mr. Lofitt, he has arrived at the top floor of this art palace, which is just like the most ordinary attic, a small triangular space. Through a long and narrow passage, he can come to a spherical building.

Lofitt stopped here and looked at the huge glass windows, which were covered with crystal clear ice. Under the sunlight, they refracted colorful light.

The windowsill in the inner room was covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Cleaned up."

Ordinary stones and the most simple buildings do not seem to be anything special.

Lockhart, however, looked nostalgic as he placed his palm on the stone, embedding it into a groove. Then the whole room began to shake violently and something strange happened in the castle.

“Is this what you mean by solving the root cause?”

The headmaster was a little worried, but Dumbledore's eyes were very certain, with a look of determination, confidence and familiarity.

Harry understood. This should be related to Loffitt. No wonder Dumbledore strongly recommended him to him when he heard that he was going to form a team and leave school. It seems that there is more than just one reason to take away all the unstable factors.

Luo Fitt's body suddenly went limp, he fell to the ground, his consciousness falling into another dimension.

There was a thin figure there, and Lofit's voice suddenly trembled. He could hardly believe his eyes.

Is it really him?

In another faraway country, Zhou Fu had followed his father to Tarzan and made full preparations in advance for the meeting with Dumbledore and Harry. At the same time, he strongly invited all parties, hoping that both sides could have a good first impression.

Angel came to China with Zhou Fu, but he could only determine her general direction. He couldn't remember the destination or the specific path to get here.

So I had to use my own methods to cross the distance of almost half the world.

He was sitting in a private plane at this time, controlling a Muggle pilot with the Imperius Curse, drinking tea leisurely, looking at the large patches of soft white clouds in the stratosphere, feeling very comfortable.

Life is about enjoying the scenery along the coast while rushing on the road.

He drank a mouthful of hot tea and felt very comfortable, but soon he felt his hair stand on end, as if something was staring at him.