Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"What should we do now? Lan Ying."

After this experience, the two little guys exchanged names.

"I don't know either. I think I should leave first, but if I leave, the two of them will surely die."

"I can't leave." The green gangster pouted, "I can't get into that guy's mind now, so I want to borrow the way from you."

"But this will be discovered, no." Lan Ying flatly refused.

"Then you are not allowed to leave. Wake him up for me. Once he wakes up, I will naturally not bother you anymore." The green hooligan was acting like a rogue.

"I don't care about you." Lan Ying said it ruthlessly, but when it saw its companions' tearful eyes, it sighed helplessly, "I really owe you, forget it, I'll do a good deed to the end."

It floated to Lockhart's head and stomped on it heavily, and then Lockhart's head was frozen, melting rapidly and absorbing a large amount of heat. Lockhart was awakened by the cold.

Harry -

Harry is seriously injured now and he probably won't wake up for a while.

"Okay, thank you, bye." The green gangster got into Lockhart's head and disappeared from the spot.

Leaving behind Lockhart who had fallen asleep again, Harry who was lying beside him, and Lan Ying who looked helpless. This small house had never received so many guests before, and now it was showing signs of falling apart.

Li Changsheng arranged his group of people to stay in an inn in a small town at the foot of the mountain. It was a lively place and the people seemed to be living and working in peace and contentment. There was no sign of the coming doomsday.

Some elderly people pushing small stalls would affectionately call Li Changsheng "Master" when they saw him. Li Changsheng nodded slightly, looking very stylish and mysterious.

At this time, two or three young men rushed out from behind, waving a piece of white paper and a pen in their hands.

"Master, Master, can you sign an autograph for us?"

Li Changsheng seemed to be very popular in this place. The onlookers were somewhat curious. They looked at the group of blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners behind him. They were amazed when they saw Harry's toad-like eyes and were very surprised to see the red hair. Some bold people surrounded him with bulky cameras in their hands, hoping to take photos with this group of special tourists.

This kind of treatment was so rare. Cedric mixed in with the crowd and found it hard to imagine that wizards and Muggles could live in peace like this.

"Harry" was a little puzzled. He wondered why this place was not disturbed by the pink mist. He hid his entire palm in his sleeve, smiled and talked cordially with his friend next to him, while releasing some pink mist. However, before it appeared for a second, it was immediately decomposed and dissipated by the unknown substance in the air.

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at him. Harry smiled shyly, lowered his head, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Something is wrong, there is something wrong with this place. He usually only focuses on the distant Central European continent and never pays attention to the rooster in the lower right corner. Now it seems that this place may be his biggest obstacle.

It took more than ten minutes to walk a short distance of just a few dozen meters, because people kept coming to take pictures, get autographs, and express their love for the Taoist priest and their desire to become an immortal.

They finally came to a hotel. The lights were dim and the owner was doing nothing, looking at a bulky computer. It was a very special feeling to see a computer in this fairy-like town.

The boss was watching happily when the light on the screen suddenly went out. He frowned in dissatisfaction, looked at Li Changsheng who came in, and said, "Stay away from me, and stop using your tricks. I can't play games anymore."

Li Changsheng smiled instead of getting angry, took two steps back respectfully, raised his hands and bowed, and said respectfully, "Hello, Senior Brother. Have you thought about going up the mountain recently? Master misses you very much."

This turned out to be Li Changsheng's senior brother. He didn't look like him at all. He had a fat head and big ears, greasy eyes, and a shrewd look in his small eyes.

"There's no time. Tell that old man to stop bothering me."

"Brother, these are some guests I brought with me. They need to stay in the hotel here."

"My dear customer, that's no problem." The boss was very happy to hear that someone was sending money to him. He smiled a bit like Maitreya Buddha, very kind and amiable.

"It's my treat." Li Changsheng said embarrassedly. This was why he brought Dumbledore and his group here even though he knew they were annoying.

"Then where's your money?" Even though he was his junior, the boss was not polite when collecting the money, "I agreed that I won't give you a discount."

"Senior brother~"

"Go away, go away! Don't bother me, I can't even play computer games."

"Harry" was a little anxious at this time, he had to leave the team as soon as possible.

Ron was at the end of the team, watching with great interest.

"Okay, okay, I want to rest quickly." Lofitt said dissatisfiedly. Dumbledore's ears moved, and when he was about to take out the money, he saw Lofitt push Li Changsheng aside. The two looked at each other and then separated immediately.

Luofitt took out a fist-sized piece of gold from his pocket and slammed it heavily on the boss's glass table.

"Do you think this is enough? Is it enough? How many of us can stay here for one night?"

"Enough, enough, enough!" This senior brother was so excited that he shouted until the last word was broken. What computer? What game? What senior brothers and junior brothers were all forgotten.

"Please come in, my dear guests. I will select the best rooms for you and serve you our special delicacies. I guarantee that you will get good value for your money."

After saying this, the senior brother put the fist-sized piece of gold to his mouth, took a big bite, and his breathing became more rapid. He even looked at Li Changsheng with special favor, patted his shoulder hard, winked and whispered.

"Who are we to each other? If you don't bother me with this kind of thing in the future, who will you bother? We are good friends, so don't be so distant and polite to each other in the future."

Li Changsheng couldn't help but want to laugh. He had been in the British wizarding world for quite some time, so he naturally knew that there was a course called Transfiguration. The best professor there, Professor McGonagall, could even turn a table into a grunting pig. Although it was a little difficult to turn it into real gold, Lofitt was still capable of doing it for a while.

Dumbledore held back his laughter, coughed twice, and walked up the brown steps, where the wooden boards creaked. A girl of seven or eight years old poked her head out from the stairs. She had two small buns on both sides of her head, tied with red cloth, like a cute New Year doll.

Ron looked at it and shuddered violently, which reminded him of a bad experience he had in a certain college. He walked past the little girl cautiously, and when he reached the third floor, he couldn't help but look down. The little girl was staring at him, her black eyes without any reflection, like a cold dead object.

Ron desperately clung to Harry's arm, "Where is our room?"

Even though Harry felt somewhat disgusted in his heart, he was more uncomfortable with it, but due to his character, he had to endure it.

"It's okay, we're almost at level 4."

I looked at the house number. It was a small and exquisite wooden board with three numbers written on it in red cinnabar pen: "404."

Li Changsheng also came up. He looked at the room and his face suddenly became very ugly. Then he walked downstairs without saying a word. The little girl who looked like a New Year doll grabbed his clothes.

"Uncle, please take me downstairs too. I want to go to Qingcheng Mountain to see Sister Zhou Fu. She told me a few days ago that she would come to play with me this afternoon, but why didn't she come?"

Li Changsheng didn't know how to explain, so he could only sigh helplessly and said in a coaxing tone, "Sister Zhou Fu is in seclusion recently. She may be about to advance, so you may not see her for a while. I apologize to you on behalf of Sister Zhou Fu, okay?"

Li Changsheng picked up the kid and then walked downstairs and started a heated argument with his senior brother. The kid felt it was boring after listening for a long time, so he ran up to the fourth floor and stared at the room number 404 in a daze.

She just saw a boy with black hair and green eyes, exactly like the one Sister Zhou Fu described.

Harry in the room was thinking about how to find a reason to go out without being discovered -

Soon, Li Changsheng gave him a solution to the problem.

He came up apologetically, holding three more keys in his hand. "I'm so sorry! It's our fault for crowding so many people into one room."

Dumbledore originally thought that it was Gold's trick and had been seen through, so he kept silent. Unexpectedly, this honest Taoist priest took the keys to several more rooms.

"no problem, no problem."

In the end, Dumbledore had a room to himself, and everyone agreed that he should have a good rest. Loffitt's proposal was flatly rejected, so he had to accept the assignment with resentment.

He shared a room with the little boy Cedric, and Harry and Ron shared a room. After a quick dinner, they went to their own rooms to recuperate.

There was a large white bed in Harry and Ron's room. The two of them slept on the same bed. These seemingly close friends didn't know how to start talking for a moment.

At this moment, an owl from Malfoy Manor stumbled over. It was panting and thin, as if it had gone through a lot of hardships to get here. It then broke into the hotel with a letter in its mouth, and fell heavily on the boss's desk.

"When was there an owl?" The boss grabbed the owl's claws and picked it up. "Is it from the wizards upstairs? There is also a letter here."

The boss did not have a voyeuristic habit. In the afternoon, after Li Changsheng had a quarrel with him, he became even more depressed and irritable.

So he called his little girl over and said, "Niuniu, this is a letter from the guest in Room 403 upstairs. You give this letter to the old man with a white beard, okay?"

The little girl nodded obediently, took the letter and ran upstairs.

When she reached the 4th floor, she couldn't help but take another look at the guests in room 404. Through the wall and the door, she could see two foreign children sleeping in the same bed.

Dumbledore noticed someone outside the door. After opening it, he found that it was a little girl of seven or eight years old. They had just met.

"What's wrong? Little girl, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Here is your letter."

Dumbledore was a little surprised. Who would write to him at this time? Before he left, he gave McGonagall and Grindelwald a magic mirror. Everything could be communicated in the mirror. Could it be that magic props didn't work in these places?

In fact, this is the reality. After receiving a notice from Dumbledore, McGonagall took a large number of professors from the school to rush to the cold Siberia to meet with Kodostoriz who was about to move there in advance.

Snape had to prepare a large amount of potions and also needed to leave a few people to guard Hogwarts, which was why he rushed to the manor as soon as Malfoy received the letter.

The others came up empty-handed.

However, Snape wrote a letter and sent it to McGonagall, who had not been away for long. As soon as McGonagall got the news, she used the magic mirror to contact Dumbledore, but after countless attempts, there was no response from the other party.

McGonagall had no choice but to send out an owl, the oldest and most reliable way of communicating. Now she could only pray that the little girl Hermione was safe. She felt very guilty that when the little girl fainted for the first time, she did not force her to stay in school to recuperate.

When Dumbledore saw the reply letter McGonagall wrote to him, he thanked the girl, then came to the door of 404, took a deep breath and knocked.

Harry and Ron had been silent. Ron was actually feeling very suffocated. In addition, he had always been a relatively traditional type in his previous life. He attached great importance to certain customs. He particularly disliked an unlucky room like 404.

Now when he heard the knock on the door, Harry beside him didn't move, so he had to pluck up his courage and open the door in his slippers. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Dumbledore at the door, but when he saw the little girl standing behind him, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"Principal, Principal." Ron was so scared that he stuttered.

"This is a letter from Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore's expression was a little comforted, but also hesitant.

Ron had a bad feeling in his heart. He opened the letter tremblingly. Something happened to Hermione.

He rushed back to the room and woke Harry up.

At this time, Harry was exploring in his mind. He always felt that there was something hidden in this place, but he had never found it. He went back and forth in one place several times.

Lan Ying, with her shabby little house, shivered in place, watching the guy who suddenly broke into Harry's soul and wandered around here.

Lan Ying kept praying, and it seemed that his prayers had some effect, and the guy left.

When Harry opened his eyes again, he saw Ron with an anxious look on his face, handing him a letter.

Dumbledore walked in, and the little girl who looked like a sticky doll followed closely.

Three pairs of eyes were staring at Harry.