HP Feathered Serpent Rebirth

Nurmengard, Germany:

Malcolm, outside the spell, was very anxious.

Merlin knew his surprise when he saw his adoptive father cast a spell on Harry Potter.

If it wasn't for his adoptive father's face, he would have already run over.

So, as soon as Harry's spell was lifted, he sprinted to it.

"Harry! Are you okay?" Malcolm's golden eyes could not hide his worry.

Then he turned his head to Gellert Grindelwald, "Father! Why are you casting a spell on Harry?"

Harry had expected this question a long time ago.So before he removed the spell, he and Grindelwald thought up a countermeasure.

Harry feigned weakness.

"Malcolm, Harry is a little unwell, let me take a look at him." Grindelwald replied.

"Don't get me wrong, Malcolm." Harry smiled 'weakly', "Don't you trust Mr. Grindelwald?"

This is a very far-fetched reason.

But against Malcolm, it was enough.

Coupled with these words of Grindelwald——

"Oh, Harry, don't say that, Malcolm, he cares about you."

Malcolm didn't want Harry to misunderstand him or disappoint his adoptive father, so he said, "I'm sorry, Father, I just cared too much for Harry."

"Oh, Malcolm, my child, remember, you never have to say sorry to your father." Grindelwald shook his head with a smile, and took Malcolm into his arms.

"..." Harry felt the smile on his face stiffen more and more.

Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald are really compatible.

At least two people love to say 'my boy'...

"Ahem." Harry stopped his wild thoughts, "Malcolm, do you want me to stay here for two days?"

Malcolm in Grindelwald's arms nodded with a smile, "Yes, I want you to live here forever."

"Oh, please, Malcolm." Harry shook his head helplessly, then turned to Grindelwald and said, "Guy...Mr. Grindelwald, don't you plan to write a letter to our principal?"

"Maybe you're right." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes.

Hogwarts Great Hall in England after 3 days:

"Hey, Albus, you actually received the letter!" Transfiguration professor Minerva McGonagall said to Dumbledore in surprise.

"Not from the Ministry of Magic or the Order of the Phoenix?" said Professor Flitwick. "If it was them, they usually send messages by Patronus or Hearth."

"Oh, Dumbledore, wouldn't it be the one from Germany?" Snape pouted, mockingly.

"..." Dumbledore unwrapped the letter with a face full of surprise.

After reading two lines, Dumbledore was stunned.

The letter was actually——

Gellert Grindelwald!

Gail ①...

The little animals on the four long tables only saw that their 'respected' principal received a letter, and left quickly.

Bryce raised the corners of his mouth, "Hey, who sent it to our 'respected' principal?"

Nott let out a cooperating sneer.

"It's not Harry's?" Draco asked elegantly, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Pansy shrugged, "Probably not, or how could the dean have no fluctuations at all?"

Facts have proved that the little snakes have not thought of that.

At the teacher's seat:

"Hey! Isn't it (inexplicably wrote the feeling of the recent Internet celebrity 'Hey, isn't it?')? Severus, did you guess right? It's really the first generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald ?” Professor Sprout looked surprised.

"..." Snape really wanted to give himself an Avada now, why did he owe it so much?

"Who knows." In the end, he could only drop this sentence coldly.

The author has something to say:

①: Gellert's nickname, did you mention it? (??ω?`)

—————Sand Sculpture Kaihei Small Theater—————

An o((≧▽≦o): Come, come, Xiaomo, let me show you a "prisoner" ghost!

Xiaomo~(﹁﹃)~~~: Hey, Ann, don’t speak wild words, everyone knows that the “prisoner” is a repairer.

An o(￣ヘ￣o#): Hmph, that's why I want to show you off, no, let's bet!Bet... How about the Air Force's new skin fog cut?

Xiaomo O(∩_∩)O: Deal!

Start--

Mou An (╯▽╰): Um, violinist...seems like a novice.

Xiaomo (#`O'): Don't forget your tragic Naibu encounter last time.

An (covering Xiaomo's mouth): Fuck you shut up!Readers are watching!

Two thousand years later...

Xiaomo Σ(°△°|||)︴: Ann...it's all over the place, did you react at all?You... aren't you calling a ghost...

An ╭(╯^╰)╮: This is the beginning of slipping ghosts!

Two thousand years later...

Xiaomo (#°Д°): Damn!Three machines, 360 seconds, pinning master, awesome!

An?(??`*): Oh, it’s nothing!

Xiaomo (suddenly lowers her voice): Yes, Prophet Zihang, otherwise I will expose the matter of you getting on the chair!

An?????: Don't worry... Eh?Fuck I forgot to cut this part!

Two thousand years later...

Xiaomo ("▔□▔): Uh... this is the second time you have been on the chair.

An ╮(￣▽￣”)╭: It’s okay, this tiger-skin prophet will come to save me.

Two thousand years later...

Xiaomo ╮(╯▽╰)╭: Ann, you're about to fly, why hasn't anyone come to rescue you yet?

An ("▔□▔): Should... come back?

As a result, the teammates turned on the last machine directly?

An (??д?)b: Damn!This... this TM doesn't care about me?I TM somehow slipped 5 machines!

Xiaomo Σ(°△°|||)︴:  …

In the end Mou An died...

An (┳＿┳)...: Ah——the current teammates are so unfeeling!