Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The next day, the students started the next semester's courses.

It's only January.

It was the time of the cold winter, not to mention the UK, a country that has always been rainy.

Whenever this season, the students are lazy and tend to try to hibernate.

But who let the weather be cold and humid, so generally at this time, Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class is the most popular, because her classroom is in a greenhouse, which is very warm inside, and you don't want to come out after entering.

But Hagrid had a good idea, too. He knew the students well.

When the students reluctantly came to the field, if possible, they really didn't want to stand on the field for two hours in this cold weather to learn about magical creatures.

However, when they arrived at the place where the class was held, they were shocked to find that the venue was very warm, because there was a creature called a salamander crawling around on the venue.

Salamanders are fiery red all over, and their backs are even more crimson, and they can also emit fire.

Hagrid called the students to work in groups of several to build a bonfire.

Salamanders like flames, and they will burrow into the fire, which in turn makes the flames more intense.

The students happily went to collect dead leaves from the branches under the big tree. Although it was wet, they were "powerful" wizards who could use magic to dry out the firewood.

Then pile them up into a small pile, and the students with strong magic in the group will light the firewood.

Several people gathered in a circle, stretching out their hands like zombies, warming themselves by the fire, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

The lizard jumped up and down inside the match, splashing sparks and making the match burn more fully.

A little wizard, a flame fell from the tip of the wand, crackled, and the match was lit.

He said proudly: "We are not afraid of the blizzard, because we have made a fire."

In front of Harry was the fire that Hermione had just made, and there were dancing flames in his eyes. Harry was silent for a while, and said, "I want to eat chicken..."

...

Divination classes are gone.

Professor Dumbledore originally planned to recruit another professor of divination, but later gave up.

He had always intended to do so from a long time ago.

He originally wanted to cancel the divination class, but because of Trelawney's existence, he suppressed this idea.

Now that Trelawney was gone, Dumbledore thought about it and decided to abolish the class.

He said to Harry: "If you believe in prophecy and take prophecy seriously, it would be too sad. I never want my students to get in touch with this kind of thing. This is why a person's fate is determined by his choice. Not a prophecy made by someone, Harry."

This made Professor Victor startled, thinking that the arithmetic and divination class would also be gone.

However, Professor Dumbledore seems to think that the arithmetic and divination class is more inclined to develop a wizard's mind, so Professor Victor just scares himself.

...

London.

A corner coffee shop somewhere.

A man in black looked at a remote alley opposite without blinking his eyes.

The coffee shop owner is a middle-aged man.

He felt that this man was a little strange, so he also looked there.

The owner of the coffee shop had noticed before that there were always some strangely dressed people appearing in that alley. They were wearing cloaks and their faces were covered by cloak hoods.

He had imagined that there might be some dark dealings there, and he was going to call the police.

But later, for some reason, he didn’t think so. Even if he saw a strange situation, he would only think: Oh, that’s an ordinary alley, why should I pay attention to it, I’m so boring...

Dazed, the coffee shop owner suddenly found that the man who had been sitting at the table had disappeared.

But he never heard the bell ring when the door was pushed open.

What the hell?

The coffee shop owner shifted his gaze and found that a dozen people suddenly appeared in that remote place.

They surrounded a person in the middle as if they were protecting someone.

But what does this have to do with me? The owner of the coffee shop thought boringly, he lowered his head and began to count the bill...

...

Today is the day that Peter Wormtail was sent to the island prison Azkaban.

A dozen Aurors took up the task of escorting him.

No Auror noticed, a black figure was following them from afar.

The black figure took out a purple bottle from his arms and released a bug similar to a ladybug.

Controlled by the shadow, the worm flew to the middle of the Aurors and attached to the clothes of a certain wizard.

Then he hid quietly, took out a mirror, and chanted some spells, and the images around the group of Aurors appeared on the mirror.

The Ministry of Magic issued a decree prohibiting the use of Apparition when sending prisoners.

Because the apparition is not completed in an instant, it has a process. When passing through the space in the middle, it seems to be walking through the deep sea, and the whole body is squeezed. If the prisoner doesn't cooperate and tries to make trouble, it's easy for the Auror to have an accident - for example, to be broken into pieces of meat.

...

Two hours later.

The edge of a dark wood.

The trees are withered and black.

The branches are all kinds of strange things, and the appearance of baring teeth and dancing claws looks like ferocious devils from a distance.

The woods were flooded with green-bubbling, foul-smelling swamps, and there was nowhere to stand. A crow with bare bones "quack" flapped its bare wings and flew over the woods. In the depths of the woods, it seemed that ghosts could still be seen wandering.

The Aurors escorting Wormtail Peter appeared here. Although they couldn't apparate, they still had many ways to speed up their journey.

This place is very close to the sea area of ​​Azkaban.

None of them thought that there would be a wizard coming to rob the prisoner, so they were not vigilant at all.

But it's not their fault, they are law enforcement officers, who would dare to blatantly oppose the Ministry of Magic.

A certain wizard watching them saw that they had arrived at this remote place, so he took out a small bottle of green potion from his pocket and drank it in one gulp.

His figure swelled violently, turning into a strange man with a beard all over his face.

He put a black hood on his head, looked at the positions of each Auror in the mirror, and calculated in his mind how to sneak attack after he appeared.

"Apparition."

In that dead wood.

A strange sound suddenly sounded.

This voice is no stranger to Aurors, it is the voice that appeared after Apparation.

The slack Aurors didn't even become alert at the first moment, but instead wondered: Why did I seem to hear the sound of someone Apparating.

Among them were wizards who had experienced Voldemort's war. After being stunned for a moment, they immediately realized the danger and shouted: "Be careful!"

But already a beat slow.

If you don't have a heart, you have a heart. Although there are more than a dozen wizards on the opposite side, you will suffer a big loss when you first take over. What's more, when it comes to magic, the comers don't take them seriously at all.

At the same time as the wizard who participated in the battle reminded, while the young Aurors were still looking left and right in a daze, not knowing the enemy's position, a black shadow descended, and magic was released from the tip of his wand, blasting at all the Aurors.

...

After a period of fighting.

All the Aurors fell to the ground with their eyes closed. Everyone was covered in blood, and some had broken arms and legs.

The man in black was not in good shape either, with colorful hangings, one arm seemed to be scorched by fire, his fingers were charred, his right foot was turned into a green and vibrant tree root, and the black cloth mask was wet. It was soaked in the blood he spit out.

The man in black dragged Muhua's unconscious left leg and moved to Wormtail Peter's side.

Wormtail Peter trembled. The battle broke out just now, and he had nowhere to hide, and he became a target on the field.

I don't know if it was the Auror's magic or the man in black's magic that hit Wormtail. Half of his wrist was slashed down, and a sharp attack cut off a large piece of flesh on his face, exposing the bloody flesh inside. , looking scary and scary.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..." Wormtail couldn't even feel the pain in his body.

With flustered eyes, he suddenly saw a small mark on the arm of the man in black, which was part of a skull.

It was a sign he was all too familiar with.

Wormtail was suddenly ecstatic, and he crawled towards the man in black: "You are here to save me! The Dark Lord must have asked you to save me! I am the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord!"

Branded on the arm of the man in black is the exclusive mark of the Death Eaters: the Dark Mark.

The man in black turned a deaf ear and said indifferently: "I don't think being locked up in Azkaban is a better punishment than death..."

A strange voice, a stranger's figure.

Wormtail had never met the wizard.

But the gaze shot from the eyes is so cold, so murderous, and even a little familiar... He just saw these eyes not long ago.

Wormtail suddenly overlapped his eyes with someone, he kicked the ground in fear, stepped back, and screamed: "It's you, you are..."

"Uh……"

Wormtail rolled his eyeballs upwards, and could no longer speak, as a green light from the Man in Black's wand hit him.

Avada Kedavra.

Wormtail Peter, pawn.

Among the Aurors lying around, a young Auror woke up, and he saw the green glow and Wormtail's death.

He quickly closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be dead.

The man in black showed a slight smile under the black cloth cover.

He looked at Wormtail Peter's body, and said in a hoarse and cold tone: "If you dare to betray the Dark Lord and betray the Dark Lord, you will only die."

He thought for a moment, holding up his wand.

"Chirp!"

A dark green light shot into the sky.

"Bang." It burst open.

A gigantic skeleton appeared in the sky, which was composed of countless dark green star-like things, and a large python protruded from the skull's mouth like a tongue.

After the pattern appeared, it rose higher and higher, and a group of green smoke emitted dazzling light. Against the background of the surrounding dark environment, it was like a new constellation, which would last for a long time.

"Hey hey hey..." The black-clothed man let out a cold laugh, and then apparated away again.

The awakened young Auror broke out in a cold sweat.

He pulled out one of his legs from the ground, hugged his thigh, and suddenly felt a sharp pain.

He hugged his thigh and wailed loudly: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I want to go home, Mama..."

...

The man in black appeared in a phone booth.

He first used magic to stop the germinated legs. If he didn't pay attention to it, he would slowly devour him until he finally turned into a complete plant. The most terrifying thing was that the wizard's thinking still existed.

Then he took out another bottle of black potion, opened it and drank it.

As the skin and bones swelled and then flattened, the man in black returned to his original appearance, with a thin face and a long hooked nose, he was not a good guy at first glance.

If he didn't take the antidote within 24 hours after drinking the transforming potion he prepared before, it would never change again.

This was just in case, if he failed to kill Wormtail and was caught by the Aurors, he would let the Aurors know his true identity, or the fortune-teller might find a clue.

Although the body recovered, the arm still looked like it had been struck by lightning.

The man in black frowned: "There are some troubles, let's find a way to solve them when we go back."

Then he started dialing the dial.

"Hello, Ministry of Magic Auror Command?" he said, changing his voice.

"Yes, what can I do..." On the opposite side was a male wizard who answered the phone with a carefree voice.

"I want to report to the Auror."

"What's the matter?" The voice on the other side was a little more serious.

"It's like this. I was in the Swamp Forest just now and saw a dark wizard attacking the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic."

"Do you know that no dark wizard has dared to attack an Auror for more than ten years." The Auror who answered the phone didn't believe it at all, thinking it was a kid playing a prank.

"Really, the scene was extremely hot at that time, and the battle was extremely fierce... The black wizard fought against the crowd, and he did not lose the wind at all... Later, he beat all the dozen or so Aurors to the ground."

"Do you think I'm stupid? Tell me, which wizard kid are you from, making random phone calls, and I'll tell your parents."

"I am Mr. Liu, an enthusiastic wizard, so forget it if you don't believe me."

"Crack." The man in black hung up the phone directly.

"If some Aurors die because there are no wizards to save them, then it has nothing to do with me." The man in black thought with peace of mind.

...

night.

Professor Snape's underground office.

A man arrives who is by no means welcome to the master here.

Here comes Harry Potter.

"Boom boom boom."

He knocks.

No one in the house responded.

Harry seemed sure he was inside, and said, "You're all right."

After a long time, a disgusted voice came from inside: "Of course I'm fine, what's the matter with you?"

"I just want to see if you die or not, as long as you don't die," Harry said.

"By the way, Wormtail was killed today, did you know? According to a sober Auror at the time, the one who attacked them should be a Death Eater."

"……do not know."

"Oh, I thought you did it. I said you couldn't have done such a stupid thing. You kept everyone alive and didn't kill a single Auror. I guess that Death Eater must have even started as a dark wizard. No knowledge at all. If it were me, I wouldn’t let an ant go for a radius of ten miles.”

Snape: "..."

Snape's patience was exhausted, and there was a trace of suppressed pain in his impatient tone: "Thank you very much, Mr. Potter, for telling me the news. Do you have anything else to do? If you have nothing to do, let me go."

After waiting for a long time without a response, Harry Potter should go.

In the dark basement, Professor Snape was sweating profusely, and on his pale face, he couldn't see the fullness of spirit he had just communicated with Harry.

His left arm was completely carbonized. He put his arm in a basin of blue solution and drank the strange potion.

Oral and external use, the effect is better.

The arm seemed to be peeling off the cocoon, and the normal muscles began to grow from the scorched arm.

This is not a severe pain that ordinary people can bear.

Snape frowned, his face contorted, and he gasped.

"hiss……"

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

Snape almost vomited blood, can you let me heal well.

"What are you doing again!" Snape growled in a low voice.

"Ah... this..."

A small glass bottle suddenly appeared on Snape's desk.

There is a water droplet crystal exuding colorful light inside.

"Unicorn tears, I don't need to talk about its efficacy. I begged Xiaoxue for a long time before she squeezed out a single drop."

Then, there was no sound outside the door.

Now, Harry was really gone.

Snape looked at the vial with a complicated expression.

"Lily, even though he is a hundred times worse than the damned James, he still has a trace of your kindness..."

...

Note: I said that this chapter is worth two chapters, and there will be no objections from handsome men and beautiful women.

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