Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Ahem," the Taoist priest picked up the tea beside him and took a sip.

"Let's get down to business next."

Dumbledore nodded slightly in agreement, and below him sat Loffitt, then Harry, Cedric, and finally Ron.

On the opposite side were Li Changsheng, Ms. Zhou, and Zhou Fu.

"I already know your intentions. We have had several in-depth cooperations in the past few years. I have great trust in your character and ability, but there are indeed some difficult areas."

cooperate? What cooperation?

A big question mark popped up in Harry's mind, until he looked into Ms. Zhou's kind and smiling eyes, and suddenly remembered that Rosier had been here a few years ago, and they might even know each other.

"Please tell me."

"This place is not just home to our Taoist sect, there are also Buddhists and Confucianists. They use different ways to prove their truth, and their power systems are different. Confucianism is acceptable, but Buddhism is not. They are very resistant to you."

"Why?" Dumbledore didn't understand why one of the native religions of this place would have aversion to wizards who were thousands of miles away.

“It may be due to historical issues.”

"Historical relics?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"Originally Buddhism started from India, crossed the Central Asian continent, and finally reached Europe. It also wanted to spread the religion, but was later beaten back by the local Christians and Catholics."

"This is a sectarian dispute between Muggles. What does it have to do with us wizards?" Cedric didn't quite understand.

"In fact, logically speaking, the active forces on your side should be Christianity or Catholicism, not wizards." Ms. Zhou spoke meaningfully.

"What do you mean?" Someone asked.

"That is to say, Buddhism does not hate the other two religions that drove it out of its homeland. Instead, it hates those forces that do not have a complete ideological system and are not very friendly to ordinary people." Li Changsheng continued.

Uh--

Cough cough, Ms. Zhou suddenly coughed twice and winked at Li Changsheng.

Thinking of Voldemort's killing spree in Britain, thinking of the great dreams of young Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and the stubborn wizards who still regard Muggles as the lowest class, it is suddenly impossible to refute.

"Actually, I am also curious about this. I know that you and your group went to the island in the Pacific Ocean and saved the civilians. This is why I am willing to bring you to our ancestral land." Li Changsheng's expression eased, and the Taoist priest nodded silently.

"I see that you are not blindly expelling and looking down on ordinary people, which gives us hope for cooperation."

Dumbledore was silent, then raised his head and said firmly, "We naturally understand this. After all, many wizards were born as Muggles, oh no, ordinary people. Without ordinary people, we are like water without a source, and we will never last long."

"I'm glad we agree on this point," the Taoist priest said.

Ron was so excited that he wanted to stand up and shout, recognizing his ancestors here, he really deserved to be -

Cedric felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, he had never thought about this before. With his special abilities, he was naturally high and mighty, so how could he lower himself to experience the joys and sorrows of ordinary people?

Luo Feit seemed to have understood this a long time ago. He was not surprised at all, but he poured cold water on both sides.

"You old man, you still have such naive ideas. You two are fundamentally different. As far as I know, Taoism is very popular among the local people. It has even become the state religion in several dynasties. It has a deep popular base. You love the people, and they love you too. They even respect and admire you very much."

Lofitt changed the subject and said, "They are different. In the ignorant days when people were not yet enlightened, they wanted to kill wizards. Many young wizards who had not yet reached adulthood were persecuted. This is also one of the sources of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. Although it has been lifted now, it does not mean that the contradictions between them have been eased. On the contrary, they have become more acute under the heavy pressure."

Loffitt began to speak without restraint, stabbing Dumbledore in the heart, "His sister -"

Harry looked at him accusingly, and Lofitt stopped talking, "You know what I mean."

This is a very secretive past, and not many people present know about it.

"Sorry, this was out of our consideration." The Taoist priest spoke with a hint of apology.

"Nothing happened. Ignorance is not a crime." The person involved spoke, and everyone tacitly and lightly passed over this point.

Cedric was a little surprised. He had almost never heard that his headmaster had a sister.

"We actually opened up a space specifically for ordinary people, like those who lost their homes." Harry said, but he did not mention that the relatives of these ordinary people all went to school at Hogwarts. However, he told the truth, but he just erased the reason for the opening of the space.

Ms. Zhou's eyes lit up, and Zhou Fu said nothing. "Then it will be easy to talk about it. In fact, the representatives of Buddhism and Confucianism are at the foot of the mountain, so I will invite them up now."

"When did they come?" Li Changsheng asked.

"Come with me." Ms. Zhou was obviously a little embarrassed.

"Why didn't you notify us?"

"I hope to hear the most truthful answer, rather than the two of you agreeing to put on a show in front of us."

A very kind old man wearing a monk's robe, leaning on a staff, with six white dots tattooed on his forehead, white eyebrows and beard walked in slowly from outside the door. Behind him was another old man wearing a long robe with wide sleeves, a green gauze hat on his head, with a short beard, and he looked energetic and well-mannered. The two parties came together.

The Taoist priest wanted to curse, so he did so.

"You two old guys, you're hiding in the back like a bunch of turtles, but you have to be the last to appear on stage. What are you pretending to be in front of me?"

"What are you talking about, you?"

The composures of the two masters were instantly shattered. They coughed twice awkwardly, then moved a stool and sat at the bottom as if they hadn't heard anything.

This made the younger generation behind them feel a little embarrassed.

"Please, please--" Ron stood up and left the stool he had warmed up.

"My name is Jingbai..."

puff--

Ron laughed out loud, and for a moment he remembered the "Fifth Great Masterpiece" in his previous life, the evil Master Jingbai who held a machine gun and fought against feudalism.

"Why are you laughing, little donor?"

Looking closer, the faces were vaguely similar. Ron couldn't help but smile for a moment, even though everyone present was looking at him strangely.

"You guys keep going."

The whole place was in commotion again, and everyone welcomed the two highly respected masters to the front.

Ron's stool was already getting a little cold.

"I can feel your sincerity. In a sense, our interests are the same. Of course, I am willing to reach a friendly cooperation with you, but before that, I have a question."

Seeing that the situation was looking good, everyone present sat up straight.

"I see that you have committed many sins, benefactor. This is not karma, but the result of killing dozens of unarmed and innocent people."

Lofitt crossed his legs and raised his head nonchalantly, thinking that he was being talked about. He was about to retort that the old man was meddling in other people's business, but he saw that everyone's eyes were focused on Dumbledore.

Deathly silence.

These words were earth-shattering and caused a huge wave in everyone's heart.

"This is absolutely impossible, what nonsense are you talking about?!" Harry was the first to stand up. He felt deeply offended. A nameless fire suddenly burst out, almost burning his sanity away.

"Harry, Harry!" Cedric on the side pushed him to his seat and looked at the old man with a questioning eye. He looked kind and upright, but what kind of nonsense was he saying?

"Do you have any evidence for what you said?" Harry calmed down. Dumbledore stared at the crescent moon on his robe in silence, letting Harry fight for him.

The scene was very quiet; even the sound of breathing was particularly harsh in such an occasion.

"I know a little bit about the art of looking at qi."

The scholar in a wide-sleeved robe spoke up, "I have lived for so many years and have never seen many people as evil as you."

Dumbledore remained silent. The storm of public opinion seemed to have nothing to do with him. That was right, after all, the center of the storm was the most peaceful.

Harry seemed to realize something immediately. He ran over and grabbed Dumbledore's hand, forcing him to look into his eyes. He tried hard to recall the first time he saw Tom. Dumbledore was definitely not the right person, but that mysterious and very weird guy might be a good choice.

Dumbledore was stunned, then patted Harry's hand, "Go back to your seat, don't worry."

The situation was very unfavorable. They seemed to be forcing Dumbledore to prove his innocence, but Harry also knew that Tom's affairs were top secret. Once known, it might hinder Dumbledore's plan. Bai You's spies were everywhere.

"Fox."

Fox lost the luster of a phoenix and turned into a wrinkled chick. His fur was scattered and large patches of skin could be seen.

"Don't mind me, Fox blocked a fatal attack for me, and now he looks like he has just achieved nirvana."

As Dumbledore finished his words, Fawkes was filled with flames and then turned into ash. He carefully placed the ashes on the table and said, "Don't worry, he will be out soon."

The monk and the scholar were stunned for a moment. The phoenix was full of mystery on this continent, symbolizing supreme nobility and dignity. It would not stop unless it found the Wutong tree, would not eat unless it found the lian fruit, and would not drink unless it found the sweet spring water. It generally refers to being friends with people of noble temperament and character.

The moment they saw the phoenix, they knew there was no need to pursue the matter any further. This world was full of mysteries and wonders that they had no way of understanding.

The two men stood up and apologized to Dumbledore, who forgave them and then pulled a smaller bird out of the ashes.

"Alas, I shouldn't have bothered her anymore."

The two men felt more and more guilty. They looked at each other. The Taoist stepped forward, took out a small green bottle from his pocket, sealed the bottle with a wooden cork, and handed it to Dumbledore.

"This is?"

"This is good for the sacred bird. You can feed it the contents of the bottle."

Dumbledore accepted it gladly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He could feel that the following negotiations should go exceptionally smoothly. He had thought that with someone familiar here, they should be able to resolve the matter quickly and logically. He had not expected to go through so many twists and turns.

Luo Feit snorted coldly, as if he was somewhat disdainful of the hypocrisy of the people present, and then he immediately drooped his face. Wasn't he the same? The pile of corpses on the hill of the fortified city reminded him all the time what he had done.

Zhou Fu and Harry's eyes met, and then they quietly got up and left the room.

Hermione held Harry's reply letter, which also contained Ron's chatter. Because of her relationship with Harry, his parents were given a good house, which was even bigger than her previous home.

After talking with Lucius and Narcissa, the wizard in charge of guarding came to visit them with gifts, being very respectful. Then Hermione's parents were assigned to an easy job. Now they only had to raise chickens all day.

The backyard was divided into a large chicken farm. Due to the wind direction, the strong smell of chicken shit could be smelled as long as the window was opened. This made the parents, who used to be middle class and considered themselves elites, very uncomfortable. However, after experiencing this transformation, they could wear clean white shoes without changing their expressions and step on the soil covered with chicken shit.

Ron described their experiences in the letter, the strange Russian dolls that lost their lives every night and turned into cold works of art, the fierce battle when the Death Eaters broke in, what they saw and heard on the road, and the upcoming voyage across the Pacific Ocean, all of which Hermione could not imagine.

She had envied him so much for being able to go on adventures with Harry, and look at him now.

A white owl flew over again and handed over a platinum invitation signed by Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione suddenly remembered that they invited her to give Malfoy tutoring at their house during the summer vacation.

But what kind of lessons did Malfoy need? Looking at her hard-working parents, Hermione decided to go to the appointment. Perhaps this would help her parents improve their living standards.

She slowly closed the book on her lap, endured the intermittent pain, and wrote a reply. At the same time, she also put the letters from Harry and Ron in the book and did not open it again throughout the summer vacation.

She wasn't sure how long she could hold on. If she saw any trace of Harry again, she might really want to kill him. She hoped that this journey would make her feel better.

The owl pecked Hermione's hand, asking her for some food.

"Sorry, I don't have much left."

The owl tilted its head, as if it understood, but it did not show mercy. Instead, it pecked Hermione's palm hard, causing it to immediately become red and swollen.

"Ouch—"

Forget it, Hermione decided to give up worrying about these things. She would use her wand to help her parents reduce their burden.