Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry and Clinton followed at the end of the group.

As the team marched, Clinton carefully blocked out the surrounding sounds and introduced the situation of these Muggles to the Saint's current little master.

"The old man in the black robe on the front left with a cross around his neck is from the Vatican. He is the most powerful person in the Muggle world. He is very prestigious among the believers and holds many hidden secrets."

Harry nodded in understanding.

"The two men and one woman in the front wearing white uniforms are from NASA. The woman has been to space."

Harry's eyes lit up, and the silver thread flew out along the veins of the earth and stuck to the woman's shoes. He also noticed that the woman was the first person to rush out.

"There are four people, the ones on the far left, wearing blue, from Los Alamos National Laboratory."

Harry thought the name sounded familiar, and he moved his progress bar back to half a year ago, when he was studying in a school built by Gryffindor and learned about the development process of the most powerful Muggle weapon.

Los Alamos National Laboratory – This laboratory is the center of the United States’ nuclear weapons research.

Harry couldn't help but sigh that Grindelwald did have some means to make these people come here willingly.

After that, Clinton introduced many more people one after another. Most of them were talents with a science bent, including biochemistry, and some physics masters who had won the Nobel Prize. There were very few people in the fields of finance, economics, and literature, and they didn't even have the courage to follow.

In this kind of doomsday, there is no soil for these industries to thrive. Adhering to the principle of diversity, Grindelwald only picked a few.

"The secret place here is probably more than just this simple. Tell me, is there more space underground?"

Clinton paused, then put on a fake smile, "Sir, you are so wise. There is a bar next to the market, and under the bar is a passage leading to the laboratory."

"There's only one passage."

"No, they know of another one that leads to the pink mist. We also left one for ourselves. That passage is directly connected to your tent."

No wonder they weren't particularly surprised by the sudden appearance of a person in my tent, was Harry's first thought.

"So these people are not easy to move, right?"

"The experiment has reached the most critical moment." Clinton confirmed Harry's idea.

"What about that woman, Master?"

"First, lock her up and keep her alive. Don't let her die easily. There is still a lot that can be mined from her."

"Yes."

"So, what about that person?"

Clinton's eyes passed through the surging crowd and reached the quiet cottage. Next to the cottage was a tree, swaying gently in the lake breeze.

Alas, Harry sighed, after all, he is an innocent person.

"What identity did that person come here with?"

Clinton showed rare hesitation in response to Harry's question.

"Is there anything that can't be said?"

"No, no, sir." Clinton replied quickly, "He seems to be very powerful, but he is unwilling to work for us. We don't keep idle people here. Lord Grindelwald originally wanted to throw him out and let him fend for himself. But then, a conflict suddenly broke out among the Muggles, and this guy was driven here."

"Did you know this guy was a key player in the original development of the nuclear bomb?"

"what?"

So I don't know, Harry thought.

"So what do you say? Why did you let this guy in?"

Clinton touched his head and watched as the group of people surrounded the hut with knives or sticks in their hands, their mouths and brains separated, and the two sides began to fight.

"Forget it. I'll ask you later. Think about it carefully. I'll be back soon."

Harry decided to save this guy. To be precise, they were so lenient towards the culprit, so why were they so aggressive towards this man?

"Come out!"

A thin man, who looked frail but was actually extremely strong, kicked the crumbling door away with one foot, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

The crowd instantly split into two groups, one group squeezed into the yard and began searching.

"My child!"

Suddenly, the sound of crying was deafening. The mothers banged on the ice wall and looked at the bodies of their children on the other side of the wall.

The wall began to melt, soaking their clothes and extinguishing their hopes.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

A man broke into a room and frowned when he saw two people wrapped like silkworm pupae.

"We are also victims. We were accidentally tricked by that guy and came here. Fortunately--"

The man showed a look of understanding. He just came to join in the fun. He had been single for a long time, was casual by nature, and was an extreme non-marriageist. He did not have a family like the others.

After this incident, he became more determined in his choice.

"How pitiful." He took out a small knife from his pocket. It was silver-gray in color, and the tip of the knife was shining with a sharp cold light.

"It's useless." Dudley shook his head. How could Muggle things cause damage to magical items?

The man was about to step forward to rescue them when he suddenly found a child in front of him.

No, it's that person.

He took a few steps back, took the knife back and put it in his pocket. He accidentally cut his finger and blood gushed out.

Harry sighed helplessly and stretched out his wand. The man trembled, thinking that his life was over, so he closed his eyes and waited for God to come.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a whirlwind blew up beside me, carrying the scent of grass and soil, which made me feel very relaxed. There was also a sentence carried in the wind.

"These people are criminals of our wizarding world, so there is no need for you to rescue them."

Very polite, so polite that the man opened his eyes, stared blankly at the empty room, and was in a daze for a long time.

This guy is a fucking wizard, could he be impersonating him?

The tingling sensation on his fingers completely disappeared. He looked at his hands, which were still fair and covered with a thin layer of calluses. For the first time, he felt a good impression of the wizarding community.

So this is magic.

"Hey, where are you taking us?"

Dudley turned into a stubborn fish, struggling hard in Harry's crunch point, but it was useless, which only reflected his own incompetence.

Kowen adapted well. He didn't know why he felt this chest was particularly warm and very familiar. He looked at Harry's chin, which was faintly covered with stubble, and did not feel as disgusted as he had imagined.

Did this guy really kill his own parents? Why don’t I hate him? Is it because he looks like the master?

With a thud, the two were thrown to the ground, and then the four saints who had been waiting here for a long time picked them up and carried them on their shoulders.

"Including the one in front, separate the three of them. Don't give them any chance to communicate."

"Yes."

After Harry finished these things, he leaned against the tree outside the cabin. He just turned around quickly and did not find the owner of the house.

"Did he escape early?" He closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

"Not good!" The dark green pupils shrank suddenly, and Harry's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving everyone who had not noticed the owner of the house standing there looking at each other in bewilderment.

Some people took advantage of the chaos to think and do something. They covered their noses as they walked past the stinking corpses, looked coldly at the parents who were kneeling on the ground and crying, and walked through the crowd with a clear goal in mind, and came to a remote hut. There were not many people here, and there were two people in blue clothes guarding outside. They looked at each other for a few seconds, and then opened the door.

"What have you found here? Is that person's manuscript here?"

"No."

"But our people have arrived here ahead of time and have taken over the target. This is the signal he left for us."

The man in blue clothes held a crumpled piece of paper in his hand.

"Well, burn it."

"Yes."

A few people left as if nothing had happened, and then another group of people came in. They looked at the empty house, didn't find anything, so they smashed some furniture and left in anger.

"Where the hell did that bitch go?"

This is speed and passion. Fate drives the carriage, wields the whip, and falls hard on a person.

Kitov looked at Hunter who was holding his hand, closed his eyes quickly, and then shook him off.

"What on earth are you going to do? Haven't we already separated?"

Hunter turned around and shouted angrily, "How come you still can't see the situation clearly? It was like this back then, and it's still like this now."

"I want to go back."

"You're not going back. If you stay in those places, they will just tear you to pieces."

"I really didn't do those things. I want to explain myself clearly and prove my innocence. If I leave, I won't be able to explain myself clearly."

"Don't be so delusional. They won't believe you."

Kitov didn't believe it. He was a good man and a knowledgeable person, but at times he was extremely stubborn, as stubborn as a donkey.

"Why are you like this? Why can't I explain it to you clearly? Your most important task now is to leave here. They won't listen to your explanation." Hunter emphasized again, the urging and urgency in his eyes almost bursting out.

"I left the Soviet Union and followed you to England, and then I followed you to America. Was that the first day you met me?"

Hunter said nothing more.

This person, this person——

In fact, Country M never believed in him, even though that big country had disintegrated and no longer posed any threat, even though he was reviled by millions of people and made many contributions to Country M, it was not enough to gain real trust.

When this man betrayed his country, he had already lost the most precious thing he had.

"You and I both know that the reason why you still look so young is because of that secret."

Hunter's eyes became very dangerous in an instant, but Kitov seemed not to notice and continued talking to himself.

"We have released the devil, allowing humans to truly have the ability to destroy themselves. It will be the end of the world in an instant, and no one will be immune."

"So, what does this have to do with you staying? The most important thing for you now is to save your life." Hunter persuaded again.

"I didn't want to tell the wizard anything at first, because I didn't want to betray my class again, but now-"

A small knife slipped out of Hunter's sleeve in an instant. He carefully grasped the handle and then hid the blade between his fingers. A faint red line quickly appeared, but he seemed not to notice it and slowly approached Kitov.

"So what now? What are you going to do?"

"After this incident, the wizard's attention has been drawn to me. This may be one of your goals."

Hunter froze in place for a moment.

You guys, that one word.

"Are you surprised? You've been in a place for so long, and suddenly you forget about him."

Hunter's Adam's apple rolled.

The first time he met a wizard was on a plane to Washington. Later, the wizard was picked up by a woman and no one knew where he went.

"You want to kill me, right? No, to be precise, it's because of the manuscript on me. You don't have the ability of a wizard, so you can't directly penetrate my memory. You are also afraid that I will betray you again, so you exclude me in front of them and drive me to the lake, right?"

Hunter drew his weapon, stopped disguising himself, and looked at Kitov coldly.

"So I never got to know the real you, right?"

"Where is your manuscript? Tell me and I'll spare your life. It'll be an understanding of our past relationship."

Kitov took a few steps forward, looked at the raised knife pointed at his chest, and then inched forward.

After almost stabbing him, Hunter suddenly felt a little scared.

"When we first met, there was no hatred between our countries. Our two countries were still allies, right? I also developed those weapons with you."

Kitov stepped forward and Hunter stepped back.

He seemed a little crazy, and said a lot of nonsense. Only the most crucial sentence was captured by Hunter, "I have burned those manuscripts. They are all stored in my mind. Are you going to kill me now?"

No, we can't delay any longer. We must make a decision quickly.

The secret must remain a secret, and the manuscript—

He disdained to associate with those lunatics who actually worked for the wizards. After killing him, Hunter prepared to leave here.

"You're asking for death, aren't you?"

"How come you only realized it now?" Kitov smiled bitterly. "To live in this world is essentially the same as to die. I don't see any hope, and your plan to cooperate with the wizards has no future."

"I'll make it happen for you."

Hunter closed his eyes. He knew that the man in front of him would not run away. He came here with him just to put an end to it.

The knife came down with a sharp movement, and a cold light flashed across the sky.

A silver thread broke into two in mid-air, and then turned into two thin snakes, heading in two directions and biting Hunter and Kitov's necks.

The two men fell to the ground with a bang. Kitov rested his head on Hunter's chest and fell asleep peacefully.

Harry slowly revealed himself, having watched from the side for a long time.

It turns out that this person came from the Soviet Union and his identity is indeed very complicated.

He scratched his ears. These two people were quite interesting.