Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The rest happened naturally. The mothers rushed towards their children crying and shouting, but they could only pass through their children's bodies and watch the vicious woman arrange everything.

For a mother, this is almost life-threatening.

Harry stood outside, supporting the reminiscence.

What is this person's purpose? Because of the restrictions in the woman's mind, he had to be careful about what he did.

Why did he run straight to this man's cabin? What was the connection between this Muggle and the woman?

Anger is accumulating, rationality is withering, and they urgently need an outlet to vent their emotions.

"Yes, it's that jinx. He caused our child to die. He must pay with his life."

Prejudice has been formed, and even a man's breathing in the world has become a sin.

Harry was stunned, this was not what he expected at all. It was obvious that the owner of the house was also a victim and had not woken up until now. These were elites and high-level intellectuals, so how could this be possible?

"Let's go! We need to discuss a theory. This guy must be in collusion with this witch. We need to burn them together."

One person in the group got Harry's signal and raised his own objection, "The person who did this was this damn woman. We should punish her first."

A mother ran out, grabbed the woman's hair, and started hitting her in the face, venting her anger and fear.

But some people were stopped outside, and they looked at Harry more or less.

This woman is a wizard. If they go up to her rashly, will they be...

Harry saw their worry and said, "Don't worry about me. It was me who brought her here. I want you to make the final decision."

"Kill her! Kill her!" the crowd was outraged.

The woman had already sensed that her death was inevitable. She was no longer afraid and glared at everyone fiercely, scaring the mother who was riding on her so much that she collapsed to the ground.

"All of you will be buried with me, hahahaha——"

This is almost a signature line of speech for all villains, but Harry has to be vigilant, because the timing of her appearance is too coincidental, the reason for the appearance lacks foundation, and many secrets have not been revealed so far. This place is far from as simple as Grindelwald described, and the Saints' control over this secret base is far from enough.

Lakeside cabin.

The owner of the house woke up slowly. He was finally able to take control of his own consciousness. The ropes on his body had been loosened. He supported himself with his arms and climbed up little by little. Then he saw two people tied to the ground.

"Hi--"

He spoke cautiously, looking at the eyes of two strangers, one big and one small, focused on him. He was a little nervous as he hadn't interacted with people for a long time.

"My name is William. Why are you here?"

Dudley looked William up and down, assessing his strength and character. With just one glance, relying on his experienced vision and experience, he could immediately determine that this guy should be the legendary good guy, with a righteous look between his brows, clear eyes, and a good heart. No wonder the owner of the notebook said that he was very popular.

Unfortunately, good people are not popular in this world.

Seeing that the two people on the ground didn't say a word, William noticed that there was also a little baby, tied tightly with silver ropes. The last image left before waking up was the figure of the woman. He touched his head and decided to put this aside for the time being.

"Hey, little guy, is it okay for me to put you back inside?"

This guy was very sincere, so sincere that the dark energy in Corwin's body shrank back unconsciously. He nodded obediently, feeling the man carefully holding him in his arms, his broad chest revealing his loyalty and reliability, and Corwin felt relaxed for the first time.

Maybe those evil and dazzling images in the other dimension are particularly attractive, but if in real life, he would like to meet a good person.

The room was warm. Corwin was put on the sofa. William dragged Dudley in, then rushed into the inner room to look for the scissors.

"You're saying he can't see the ice wall?" Corwin wondered.

"I don't know. He's a Muggle, and he's different from us in Wushi."

William was very happy. He took a pair of worn-out scissors with rust stains on them. Finally, he found a piece of coarse rag and wiped the rust off bit by bit.

"I'll help you untie them. I don't know what happened to you, but if you stay in the same position for a long time, your blood flow will be blocked and some tissues may die."

When William approached with the scissors, he saw the rope suddenly come alive. One of the ropes wrapped around the little doll separated and instantly transformed into a huge snake head.

"magic!"

He was horrified, looked at the pitiful scissors in his hand, and weighed the strength of the scissors and the snake in his mind. In the end, he hid it behind his back and apologized repeatedly, "Sorry for disturbing you, sorry for disturbing you."

Dudley smiled crookedly, "Now that you know this is magic, leave quickly. Take your luggage, water and dry food and flee from here. Your friends will find you soon, as expected."

"Why?" William was puzzled.

Although he is a good person, he is a bit stupid. From the information collected so far, he is a bit rigid and does not know how to adapt.

Dudley didn't know what had happened. He repeatedly broke his principle of not dealing with idiots. "Your good friend." He flipped through the black notebook in his memory and accurately found a name on the cover. "Your good friend Hunter should be looking for you at this moment. Go find him quickly."

"Hunter, why would Hunter come to see me?" William was a little discouraged. Some bad memories flooded into his mind, making his actions more timid and hesitant.

Okay, Dudley decided to respect personal destiny. He closed his eyes, prepared to out of sight and out of mind.

Ke Wen showed a pitiful expression, "Big brother, can you come closer? I have something to tell you."

William was defenseless. To be more precise, he was indescribably insensitive and extremely slow in reacting to danger and harm.

He walked over obediently and looked into the eyes of the seemingly harmless little kid, then his expression became dull.

"What secret do you have here?" Corwin asked.

“I want to guard this lake.”

After this answer, he and Dudley looked at each other and continued to ask.

"Why do you want to guard this lake?"

"The lake is not natural. It was formed by bombardment and rainwater irrigation. The water here is highly radioactive. Everyone needs to be warned."

"Do those people know?"

"know."

On their way here, Dudley and Corwin saw some people drinking water directly from the lake.

The man then showed a painful expression. "They don't listen to me, they don't listen to me, they are bewitched by the devil--"

"Hurry up, people are coming." Dudley turned around to warn Corwin. The silver threads on his body sent him a message that a team appeared one kilometer away. A hundred meters away, a man wearing a black cloak and carrying a huge package on his back was running all the way.

It took him more than ten seconds to rush into the cabin, go straight to the hall, and see William in a trance.

He looked at the two strangers who were wrapped like dumplings with some surprise.

At this time, Corwin cut off the connection between him and William.

What is this Muggle doing here?

The Muggle answered Corwin's question with his actions.

He came to take William away. Sweating and panting, he grabbed William's hand and started to escape from the back door of the courtyard.

"Shouldn't we stop him?"

"Why should we stop them? If the key person runs away, it will cause Harry a headache. It's better for us to pretend to be dead."

Dudley answered nonchalantly, and then the silver thread on his body tightened as a warning.

"Oh, my dear, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Silk was coaxed into happiness and reluctantly untied Dudley.

Dudley was tied too tightly and was sweating all over, and his feet were smelling bad due to long-term exercise and a small amount of washing. The silk thread had originally followed Harry's will obediently from beginning to end, but now a hole had been dug at the tail so that Dudley's feet could stick out.

Corwin grinned at the scene, "You are such a disgrace to be a wizard."

Dudley was very upset.

Having the same troubles and falling into the same dilemma as Dudley is our Miss Ron, who is dressed as a woman.

While maintaining her female image, she accidentally exposed the Polyjuice Potion to someone in the team, who secretly told his captain.

The captain also secretly instructed the young lady who often pestered Ron.

The little girl didn't reveal anything. She played with Ron calmly. Then, when he took out the Polyjuice Potion again, she took three or four people and successfully pinned the fake Ron back and tied him up tightly.

The little girl took the moving photo out of Ron's pocket, and later on the journey, she successfully caught another accomplice, although this accomplice did not seem to be familiar with the fake Ron.

"I'm asking for the last time, what is the relationship between you two?"

The little girl said viciously, swinging the whip in her hand so hard that it seemed to split the air in half.

The fake Ron gritted his teeth and said no.

However, the girl who had just escaped was caught again unexpectedly. Looking at the familiar route, she felt desperate and disheartened. Could it be that I still couldn't escape from that place?

"Hurry up! The whip is not vegetarian."

Ron fell heavily again, and he closed his eyes tightly. "Oh, God, oh, earth! When can I leave here? When will this damn thread come to save me?"

After returning empty-handed once again, the team leader gradually lost his patience. He began to consider killing the two men directly, but was afraid that they were sent from there. He hesitated between these two options and was very distressed.

"No progress there?"

"No--"

As one of the few wizards in the team, he shoulders the responsibility of bringing the entire team to the secret realm intact. No unstable factors can be left in the team, otherwise it will be a time bomb.

"Let's find a place to drop them off and speed up."

"it is good--"

The girl lowered her head and responded obediently.

The captain looked at her leaving and felt something was wrong. This young lady had always been unruly. What happened to her recently? Unexpectedly, she did not contradict me. At this time, he did not have deep doubts, but quietly planted a seed in his heart. The connection and familiarity between people are not something that can be replicated and completed overnight.

After the girl walked out of the tent, she looked at the pink mist around her that was pitch dark and she felt extremely depressed. She took a deep breath and a silver light flashed in her pupils, then quickly disappeared.

"Hey, little guy, what's your name?"

I think those who can get special care from Harry Potter are not ordinary people, but this little girl's mouth is as stubborn as a gourd with a sawed mouth, and every time she asks, she comes back in vain.

After hitting a wall again, the fake Ron leaned against the wall helplessly.

In another time and space, the development of the story has reached the most critical point. Grindelwald and Rosier are still trapped in the cave. They watched three people coming in and out, but they were always powerless to do anything.

"What are you doing?" Finally one day, Grindelwald abandoned his dignity as a senior, glared at Harry fiercely, and couldn't help asking.

"Grave digging."

Ron nearly choked Grindelwald with just one short word.

"Digging graves. Whose graves are you digging? And why are you doing this?"

One question leads to a long list of questions, and the more you know, the less you know.

Hermione rushed back from outside, exhausted. Looking at Harry, who had lost weight again, she sighed in her heart. There was nothing more sad than watching her friend gradually dying.

"I dug yours, Mr. Grindelwald."

Ron finally said what he had been holding back for so long. Seeing Grindelwald's face as colorful as a palette, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It is really like a cycle of change. Things change over time in this world, and they are changing faster and more refined.

Rosier, who was following behind Grindelwald, cut off Ron's laughter with a knife-like look.

Grindelwald was not angry, nor was he annoyed or furious that his ashes were offended. Instead, he was very interested.

"What kind of magic are you using? It seems familiar to me, but it doesn't seem very common."

"Reshape your body, Sensei."

"Ah, me?"

"Correct."

Grindelwald is not an ignorant little wizard. He has studied the field of black magic for a long time and has a deep understanding of flesh and blood magic and the soul.

"Then make me a little younger, make my two pupils different colors, and make my hair gray."

Grindelwald began to give orders. He did not object. It was a great thing to have someone who could help him regain his youth.

"Okay, I'll fulfill your request."