Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Dumbledore stopped.

The biggest difference between him and Voldemort is that he still has a bottom line. When a warrior is slaying a dragon, in order to be able to compete with it, he becomes unscrupulous, and he will eventually become a dragon.

The reason why Dumbledore is Dumbledore is that he has a bottom line, can restrain himself, and sometimes even think from other people's perspectives.

Never mind, it’s me who’s gone crazy.

Dumbledore let go, and Gryffindor showed an expression of "as expected". The reason why he and the old guys could tangle for so long and even reveal some secret recipes was because -

Um--

No matter how you put it, people will still yearn for light in the darkness. It's so cliché and so old-fashioned, but this is only a small part of the reason.

"Principal Dumbledore, I'll be leaving now. Harry should wake up soon, and he may even be able to see Hogwarts win the second match—"

"it is good--"

Dumbledore sighed and walked to Snape's side. "I think I have received some information. I can't go any further. You can take care of him as well."

Madam Pomfrey walked in with a complicated expression. She watched the whole process, prepared the medicine silently, and then looked at Dumbledore again.

Special times, special practices.

They have been forced into a corner, so what?

Unknowingly, their bottom line was lowered step by step silently, like a frog in boiling water. By the time they realized it, it was already too late.

It's old-fashioned, but it works.

Even if someone noticed, so what? Could it be that I was gambling with my so-called noble morals and the fate of all wizards on whether the other party had a conscience?

This is an open and aboveboard conspiracy.

"Okay, come with me, let's have a good chat. What do you think of this game?"

Gryffindor's face immediately drooped.

He asked why he felt that he was not needed in this place, but he was called over. It turned out that he was waiting here.

Old fox, he cursed inwardly.

"Where are we going?"

Harry leaned his head on Jerlan No. 2's shoulder and asked casually.

"Ballad hole——"

It was a very strange name, and Harry was puzzled. Jerlan pronounced these words in a strange accent.

It was not until he saw the place with his own eyes that he, who knew a little Chinese, truly realized the appropriateness of this term.

It seems like we have returned to ancient times. There is no advanced equipment here and all material civilization seems to have disappeared. Skyscrapers, spacecraft, airplanes, and high-speed trains seem to have become a thing of the past.

People wore simple clothes and huddled in caves, which they called shelter and home.

But these people who once experienced such a good time are very satisfied with this situation because they are still alive.

The closer Harry got, the more he discovered that there were some people covered in wounds, with unyielding eyes, who were being escorted into a huge cave while cursing. Some of them were howling in fear, and more of them pursed their dry lips and swallowed their saliva.

"What are they doing?"

Jielan No. 2 paused, "You look very strange today—"

Harry kept silent. Although he had enough capital to protect himself, he decided not to take action if possible. He still had to maintain superficial peace.

The formation of a lake in his sea of ​​consciousness gradually caused him to lose the ability to communicate with others in his mind. This was the first time Harry missed this function so much.

"They are punishing those who don't obey." Such a simple sentence made Harry's hair stand on end.

There is a very small exit next to this big hole. I didn’t notice it at first, but after careful observation, I found that every time a person went in, pearls of various colors would pop out of this small exit.

Next to her was a woman wearing a black wizard robe with gold embroidered around the cuffs. She looked extremely comfortable and had messy red hair hanging down.

Harry's eyes widened, and the two of them faced each other directly.

The woman was so frightened that she dropped the red pomegranate in her hand to the ground. She looked at Jerlan No. 2 who was carrying Harry on his back and stood up from the chair.

"You are indeed here."

"What are you talking about, sister?"

Harry was playing dumb. He looked at this familiar face and cursed in his heart, what was going on? Everyone he knew came here to role-play. This might be a large-scale real-life competitive game.

Jie Lan immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, "Sir, I'm sorry, he is still young and didn't mean to offend you."

Many people around him showed pity in their eyes. They seemed to have predicted Harry's tragic future. Look, they put such a big hat on a four or five-year-old child. Harry -

Who in these worlds dares to use this name? All those who name it have a bad ending.

This Hermann-like woman ignored the man who was kowtowing on the ground, and lightly picked up Harry who was placed aside, and whispered in his ear, "You deceived me - little guy."

Harry was sweating profusely. He looked over and saw that the woman had thrown him to the ground and walked away immediately.

The original owner had deceived her, because of what she had done to Hermann before.

The beads jumping out of the small hole seemed to come to life and followed her.

Every life turned into crystal clear pearls. Harry remembered what happened a long time ago. He no longer wanted to go back. Coming to this world, the truth seemed to be revealed to him, and all the fog would eventually dissipate.

When he came to his senses, the faces of the people around him had changed drastically. They were either terrified or jealous, but mostly filled with awe.

Harry suddenly felt bored.

He needed to leave here and take a good look.

The group of people who turned into pearls did not resist from beginning to end, and the people around them seemed to have become numb, and even felt a little envious.

Harry's step forward was pulled back by Jairan.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving here. Where did that woman go? Do you know?"

Jie Lan seemed to be frightened immediately. He jumped up and covered Harry's mouth, glaring at the people around him.

"If you say that, I'm afraid you're going to die."

Harry felt the rough fingers on his lips and sighed inwardly. There was a faint light in those caves, and he thought that he really needed to go in and take a look.

"Then let's go."

Jie Lan was flattered. In fact, he could clearly feel that the child in front of him was no longer the one he was familiar with.

But, perhaps there will be a change in this chaotic situation.

Harry's coma caused a small stir in Hogwarts, and then everyone returned to their normal lives. The world will not stop because of the disappearance of one person, and this was proven more deeply at this time.

The second game came as scheduled. The Hogwarts players hurriedly prepared in a very short time. They were hit hard by the news that Harry was unconscious, and their morale was low for a while.

But fortunately, Cedric has a clever tongue, and he became the backbone of the team at this time.

The members of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are ready to go. Although their boss Angel is missing at this time, the ambitious members realize that their chance has come and are ready to make a splash.

The headmaster of Durmstrang spent a lot of money to get information from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so he was well prepared.

As for Bubbaston, they were only informed of the content of the game at the last minute this morning for the sake of fairness.

This is really the limit. The girls have never thought of getting information from other places. They only want to rely on themselves. Given their lack of ability, it seems that winning the championship is a long way off.

Some people have a fierce fighting spirit in their eyes. It's just a test. Who will get the answer before the test? They are full of confidence in themselves.

Many young wizards came to help. They were distributed around the lawn, where extremely powerful transformation magic was used to build seven or eight layers of scaffolding. According to the order of the previous round of competition, those who ranked higher would enter the Black Lake first.

The Weasley twins stole the show on this occasion, and the various joke products they made were particularly eye-catching at this time.

"Hogwarts will win!"

"These guys only care about showing off." Draco said gritting his teeth. He spoke to a guy next to him who was wearing a Slytherin school robe, which was very exquisite, but had innocent eyes and was full of curiosity.

"I find it very interesting."

The boy looked left and right. The scaffolding that just rose from the ground was beyond his imagination. Wizards were indeed wizards. No matter how grand human imagination was, they could still make it deeper and more shocking on this basis.

Draco narrowed his eyes and said softly, "I don't think it's that impressive. When he went to the Muggle world before, he once saw a very, very tall building. It looked like it had almost 100 floors."

An expression of recognition showed on the boy's face and he nodded with some pride. Even if they did not have the abilities of wizards, they could still create more magnificent projects than wizards. Isn't this a greater thing?

Draco memorized the boy's name and grabbed another one -

It's hidden really deeply.

The boy seemed to have sensed something, and immediately criticized the Muggles, saying that industrial development had caused environmental pollution, that technological progress had eliminated most people, and that class divisions were too great.

This further confirmed Draco's suspicion.

Even the wizards who have the deepest knowledge of Muggles, and even the professors who teach them Muggle Studies, are still stuck in the 15th and 16th centuries.

With such a long list, Draco suddenly felt at a loss as to where to start. This person, like himself, came from one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families.

The cheers in the venue were getting louder and louder. Dumbledore, Crouch, Director of the Department of International Affairs, Fudge, the British Minister of Magic, Rosier, the representative of the Ministry of Magic of Country M, and various officials sat in the center and watched this grand event.

Compared to the outside world where pink mist continues to spread, animals and plants begin to mutate, radiation from nuclear bombs begins to spread, various natural disasters occur frequently, and ancient viruses brought by the melting of the North and South Poles are rampant on the planet, here it is almost peaceful.

Moody sighed deeply. He didn't want to come here at first, as he wanted to try his best to retain the former home of wizards. However, after hearing the news that Harry was in a coma, he decided to come here and take a look.

This is actually the driving force behind his struggle.

As the supervisor, Snape stood on the shore of the Black Lake, staring at the water in a daze. Finally, he squatted down, took out a container from his chest, and scooped some lake water into it.

All the participating teams have entered the venue, and dozens of screens suddenly appeared in the sky, tracking all the players and watching their performance.

Some people showed very poor strength. They were rescued by patrolling Aurors before they even learned how to breathe underwater.

It was like taking the third driving test. Before I even started the car, I realized that my seat belt was not fastened, so I happily withdrew from the test.

The members who came up had red cheeks. They covered their faces with the towels wrapped around their bodies and fled the venue like a flash.

The whole audience burst into laughter without restraint.

"Your school is really——"

Karkaroff had finished his words, but his meaning was endless. He stared at the giant-like Maxim, the headmaster of Bubbston, and said sarcastically.

"Okay, okay—" Dumbledore interrupted the two of them quickly, "Look, look! Cream from your school, he's doing really well. Among so many people, he's almost at the forefront."

Karkaroff touched his short beard with satisfaction. Not bad, not bad, it really gave him face.

Karkaroff has been in high spirits recently. He thinks that this is an extremely safe fortress. His old master Voldemort is likely to have died in these battles. Seeing the Death Eater mark on his arm becoming fainter and fainter, his sense of security has skyrocketed, making him extremely arrogant.

Sitting in his seat, Ron stared at Cream on the screen and began to understand why Ron liked this seeker so much in his previous life. His handsome and neat movements, fearless and unrivaled momentum, shrewd mind, and good-looking face made him an almost invincible weapon!

Hermione

Ron turned his head and looked at the girl next to him.

Hermione's mind was not here. How could it be possible for her to enjoy happiness while her parents were suffering?

What can I do? What can I do? What should I say to Dumbledore?

Ron was well aware of Hermione's recent condition, but he was powerless to do anything. In the end, he chose to gently put the red hat with "Go Hogwarts" printed on it on his head on Hermione's hair.

Looking at her surprised eyes.

Ron smiled softly, "There's always a way, right -"

In fact, he already had this idea gradually taking shape in his mind: could wizards hire Muggles?

He could ask his mother to hire them—

This seems like a good idea.