Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

It was a late autumn night. In a shabby house in East London, Li Buyan woke up slowly, rubbed his eyes, pressed his temples a few times, and slowly digested the memory he had just synchronized.

It must be said that the system is indeed reliable. It has given Aberforth Dumbledore, the younger brother of dear Mr. Albus Dumbledore, a son, Chris Dumbledore, with great luck.

Perhaps it is the unique curse of the surname Dumbledore. Unlike Aberforth's first son, this Dumbledore is a Squib, and Credence is an Obscurus. It can only be said that the genes of the old Dumbledore's younger brother are not very good.

Coupled with the old Dumbledore's love view that he has to be a DINK, it can only be said that the powerful surname Dumbledore is destined to be difficult to continue for a long time.

This Chris Dumbledore was separated from Aberforth because of the first wizarding war and drifted to France. After gaining a foothold in France, he married a Muggle woman. The two died shortly after giving birth to Hector Dumbledore. After that, Hector was displaced, and finally arrived in London safely under the clever arrangement of the system.

Li Buyan's current identity is this Hector Dumbledore.

Hector carefully reviewed his life and was impressed by the power of the system.

Think about it, how many coincidences can allow Hector to live to this day, and to cross the ocean from a corner of France to London. It's incredible.

But now is not a good time to sigh. Hector looked around. This dilapidated cottage with the same beauty as the dilapidated house seemed to be the refuge of the original owner.

No, in my impression, although this house is old, it has not been in this situation now. Could it be that I just had a burst of magic? It looks like a lot of movement.

Hector carefully felt his body and felt that there was a stream of air running back and forth in his body. Although it was restless, it did not cause much damage to his body. Hector moved his fingers, and the air flow actually gathered at the tip of his fingers, as if obeying a certain instruction.

Is this the golden talent spell mastery? I see, I remember Harry Potter didn't have such a big posture at that time. Feeling his fingertips getting hotter and hotter, Hector no longer suppressed himself and pointed at the sky.

With a bang, the roof was blocked by the impact of the beam of light for about a second, and then turned into ashes obediently, watching the increasingly thick beam of light rushing straight into the sky.

Hector's fingers were like a strong flashlight. Not only could his eyes not bear it, but most of London felt the power of this pillar of light.

He is worthy of being a man who can die with flash. His first skill is so different.

When Hector wondered if he was on the shame list of time travelers again, the beam of light gradually dimmed, and his eyes that were almost blinded by the light were fully relieved. Hector took a deep breath. At least he didn't have to worry about being flashed to death by himself, right? Then he felt an indescribable emptiness.

It was the kind of emptiness that made even moving his eyelids feel overloaded.

Hector fell asleep. This eleven-year-old body had already vented his anger once, but the way he vented it was different.

Many people woke up from their dreams, scolded the young man for playing with a strong flashlight at night, and then fell asleep without taking it seriously. However, Old Dumbledore, who was sitting on the bed eating a pile of cockroaches and reading a book, put down the book, stood up suddenly, waved his wand gently, and put on his going-out robe.

"Fawkes, I'm sorry to bother you." Dumbledore said softly.

Fawkes nodded, his eyes full of curiosity. He smelled something different, as if it was another Dumbledore.

In an alley in East London, in the dark where no one was paying attention, a cluster of flames appeared out of nowhere, and Dumbledore and Fawkes flashed out of it.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Dumbledore looked at the obvious hole in the roof and the active magic molecules in the air, and took a deep breath.

"Don't let it be an Obscurus." Dumbledore pulled out the elder wand, flashed through the alley, and Apparated directly into the house. He looked around, and there was no other furniture except a rickety cot and a table that had been overturned countless times.

Dumbledore first looked at the big hole in the sky, and then at the child lying unconscious on the cot. He estimated that the child was only six or seven years old. His thin body lying on the wooden bed made the bed seem particularly spacious.

Dumbledore leaned down to feel the magic power in Hector's body. Fortunately, it was not out of control, and it was full in a way that was completely inconsistent with his age. At this time, Dumbledore looked at the child's face unconsciously. He always felt a little familiar, and couldn't help but have a little good impression.

This should be a good child.

Dumbledore stood up, straightened his robes, picked up the wand and pointed it at Hector,"Recover quickly."

Hector quickly came to his senses, squinting his eyes, obviously not recovered from the bright light just now.

Is my buddy so unlucky now? He almost got hit twice in one day, rushing to deliver performance to the underworld.

Before Hector finished complaining, he looked up and saw an old man in a purple robe with white hair and beard looking at him with a smile through crescent-shaped glasses.

This is Dumbledore. As a senior Harry Potter fan, he will naturally not forget this soul figure. Now the undisputed number one in the magic world, the White Devil, Albus Dumbledore.

This is just right. Just arrived in this world, even before the protagonist has suffered all the sufferings he should have suffered, the organization directly found you. From then on, everything will be smooth sailing without any obstacles, and you will be free and easy in the magic world in the near future.

The previous misery Hector was very happy that he had no experience at all and would not have any less happiness in the future.

However, now, how to return to his roots in a reasonable and unquestionable way was the top priority.

After all, it was a bit too abrupt to directly expose the identity of the person in front of him and then cry and shout to return to the organization.

What if this old bee found something that he couldn't justify, and used a whole set of truth serum and soul reading? Wouldn't his little secret be directly announced under the nose of the first white devil? In the future, a little whip and pepper water would be easy to deal with, but not everyone could bear the heart-piercing and bone-cutting.

As for the attribute of hard bones, Hector admitted that he didn't have it.

Didn't he have the talent? It can't be all my fault, right, Hector?

""Child, what do you call?" Dumbledore asked first.

"Hector, Mr. Hector Dumbledore." Fortunately, the system is equipped with an automatic translation function, and the communication problem that Hector was worried about was solved.

"Dumbledore?"Dumbledore's already bright eyes sparkled even brighter.

"Who is your father?" Dumbledore took two steps forward, leaned down, looked into Hector's eyes, and asked with a smile.

"Chris Dumbledore, but he died a long time ago." Hector avoided Dumbledore's sight unnaturally at first, then stared into those sky-blue eyes again and asked,"Grandpa, do you know my father?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath and waved his wand. A piece of ceiling debris that fell to the ground suddenly enlarged and then turned into an exquisite and sturdy chair. He sat down slowly. At this time, a big red bird appeared in the house and stood on Dumbledore's shoulder. The curious eyes stared at Hector. Hector involuntarily felt a sense of closeness and had no fear at all.

"Fawkes, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to go to the Hog's Head and look for Aberforth." He looked at Hector's face, unable to suppress the smile on his face,"By the way, bring the book in my headmaster's office to the Hog's Head as well."

Fawkes nodded, looked at Hector again, and then turned into a ball of fire and disappeared in an instant.

""My name is Albus Dumbledore," Dumbledore was particularly kind and gentle at the moment. He touched Hector's head with his hand and said with the care of an elder,"If nothing goes wrong, I am your grandfather."

Perhaps due to the influence of affinity, Dumbledore easily believed Hector's identity. He let down his guard and did not use Legilimency. Dumbledore took Hector's little hand

"Do you have any luggage? I want to take you to see someone, someone who is not very responsible."

Hector stood up, and the boots that were obviously much bigger almost tripped him.

Dumbledore's eyes showed a hint of apology, and he tapped the wand lightly, and the boots quickly shrank and became suitable for his feet.

"Mr. Dumbledore, is this magic?"Hector asked

"Yes, Hector, this is a clever and practical magic."Dumbledore looked into Hector's eyes, which were also a pair of sky blue eyes, just like the Dumbledore family's bloodline.

"You are a wizard, Hector.

Dumbledore straightened up.

"Time waits for no one, Hector, we are leaving."Dumbledore stretched out his arm.

Hector hugged Dumbledore's arm tightly. Dumbledore looked at Hector's cowardly look and comforted his other hand on Hector's hand.

The space twisted quickly, and the two disappeared in an instant.