Harry Potter Reborn

The next day, the students started their classes for the next semester.

It's only January now.

It’s the time when winter is getting colder, not to mention the UK, a country that always rains.

During this time of year, students are lazy and tend to try to hibernate.

But who makes the weather cold and humid? Therefore, Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class is usually the most popular at this time, because her classroom is in a greenhouse, and it is very warm inside. Once you go in, you don't want to come out.

But Hagrid also has a good idea. He understands the students very well.

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

However, when they arrived at the class venue, 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 darker red, and they can also emit fire.

Hagrid asked the students to work in groups to build a bonfire.

Salamanders like flames, and they will dive into the fire to make the flames stronger.

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

Then they were piled into a small pile, and the students in the group who were good at magic would light the firewood.

Several people gathered in a circle, stretching out their hands like zombies to warm themselves over the fire, with contented smiles on their faces.

The lizard jumped around inside the match, splashing out sparks and making the match burn more fully.

A little wizard, a ball of flame fell from the tip of his wand, crackled, and the match ignited.

He said proudly: "We are not afraid even if a snowstorm comes, because we have a fire."

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

…

There is no more divination class.

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

This has been his plan since 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 cancel the course.

He said to Harry: "It would be too sad to believe in prophecies and take prophecies seriously. I have never wanted my students to be exposed to this kind of thing. This is what determines a person's fate. It is his choice.

Not who made a prophecy, Harry."

This frightened Professor Victor, thinking that the arithmetic divination class would also be discontinued.

However, Professor Dumbledore seemed to think that Arithmetic Divination was more of a course for developing wizards' minds, so Professor Victor just scared himself.

…

London.

A coffee shop on a street corner somewhere.

A man in black clothes looked at a remote alley opposite him without blinking.

The coffee shop owner is a middle-aged man.

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

The coffee shop owner 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 capes.

He had imagined that there might be some dark business there, and was ready to call the police.

But later, for some reason, he stopped thinking that way. Even if he saw the strangest situation, he would only think: Oh, that's just an ordinary alley, why should I pay attention to it? I'm so bored...

Suddenly, the coffee shop owner suddenly discovered that the man who had been sitting at the table was missing.

But he didn't hear the ringing of the bell when the door was pushed open.

Is it a ghost?

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

As if they were protecting someone, they surrounded the person in the middle.

But, what does this have to do with me? The coffee shop owner thought dully, he lowered his head and started to calculate the bill...

…

Today is the day when Peter Wormtail was forced to the isolated island prison Azkaban.

A dozen Aurors took on the task of escorting him.

No Auror noticed that a black figure was following them from a distance.

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

The bug was controlled by the shadow, flew among the Aurors, and attached itself to a certain wizard's clothes.

Then he quietly hid, took out a mirror, recited some spell, and the image of the group of Aurors appeared on the mirror.

The Ministry of Magic's Order prohibits the use of Apparition when transporting prisoners.

Because the Apparition is not completed in an instant, it has a process. When traveling through space, it seems to be traveling through the deep sea, and the whole body is squeezed. If the prisoner does not cooperate and tries to cause trouble, it is easy for the Auror to have an accident - for example,

Shred into pieces.

…

Two hours later.

The edge of a dark forest.

The trees are withered and black.

The branches have all kinds of strange shapes, and their teeth and claws look like ferocious devils from a distance.

The woods were submerged by green foaming and smelly swamps, and there was nowhere to stand. There were crows with white bones exposed, flapping their bare wings and flying over the woods. Deep in the woods, it seemed that there were ghosts.

Wandering.

The Aurors escorting Peter Wormtail appeared here. Although they could not 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 a wizard would come to kidnap the prisoner, so they were not at all vigilant.

But it's not their fault. They are law enforcers. Who dares to openly oppose the Ministry of Magic?

A certain wizard who was monitoring them saw them arriving in this remote place, took out a small bottle of green magic potion from his pocket, and drank it in one gulp.

His figure suddenly expanded and turned into a strange man with a beard.

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

"Apparition."

In that dead forest.

A strange sound suddenly sounded.

This sound is no stranger to Aurors. It is the sound that appears after the Apparition.

The relaxed Aurors did not even alert at the first moment, but were wondering: 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 crisis and shouted: "Be careful!"

But it was already a beat slower.

Even though there were more than a dozen wizards on the opposite side, they were still going to suffer a big loss as soon as they took over. What's more, when it came to magic, the newcomers didn't take them seriously at all.

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

…

After a period of fighting.

All the Aurors fell to the ground with their eyes closed. Everyone was covered in blood. Some had broken arms and legs. They didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

The man in black was not in good condition either. He was hung with colorful clothes. One arm seemed to be scorched by fire. His fingers were all charred. His right foot turned into a green and vibrant tree root. The black cloth mask was wet.

It was soaked in the blood he spit out.

The man in black dragged Muhua's left leg, which had lost all feeling, to Peter Wormtail's side.

Wormtail Peter was trembling. The battle had just broken out and he had no place to hide. He had become a target on the field.

I don't know whether it was the Auror's magic or the magic of the man in black that hit Wormtail. Half of his wrist was chopped off diagonally, and a sharp attack cut off a large piece of flesh on his face, revealing the bloody flesh inside.

, it looks scary and scary.

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

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

This mark was all too familiar to him.

Wormtail was suddenly overjoyed. He crawled towards the man in black and said, "You are here to save me! The Dark Lord must have asked you to save me! I am the Dark Lord's most loyal servant!"

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

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

A strange voice, a strange figure.

Wormtail had never seen the wizard before.

But the gaze coming out of the eyes was so cold, so murderous, and even a little familiar... He had just seen these eyes not long ago.

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

"Well……"

Wormtail rolled his eyes upwards and was speechless because a green light emitted from the wand of the man in black hit him.

Avada Kedavra.

Wormtail Peter, died.

Among the Aurors lying around, a young Auror woke up, and he saw the green light and Wormtail's dead expression.

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

The man in black showed a smile under his black cloth hood.

He looked at the body of Peter Wormtail and said in a hoarse and cold tone: "You dare to betray the Dark Lord and betray the Dark Lord. You will only die."

He thought for a moment and raised his wand.

"Chirp!"

A dark green light shot into the sky.

"Bang." It exploded.

A huge skeleton appeared in the sky, which was made up of countless green star-like things. A large python emerged from the skull's mouth, like a tongue.

After the pattern appeared, it rose higher and higher, and a group of green smoke gave off a dazzling light. Against the surrounding dark environment, it looked like a new constellation that lingered for a long time.

"Hehehehe..." The man in black laughed coldly and apparated away again.

The young Auror who woke up broke out in a cold sweat.

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

He hugged his thighs and cried loudly: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuah... I don't want to be an Auror anymore, I want to go home, Mom..."

…

The man in black appeared in a phone booth.

He first used magic to stop the sprouted leg. If he ignored it, it would slowly devour him until he finally turned into a complete plant. The most terrifying thing was that the wizard's mind still existed.

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

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

If you drink the transformation potion he prepared before and don't take the antidote within twenty-four hours, you will never be able to change again.

This was just in case he failed to kill Wormtail and was caught by the Auror, so that the Auror would know his true identity, or the fortune teller might find clues.

Although my body recovered, my arm still felt like it had been struck by lightning.

The man in black frowned: "There is some trouble. Let's find a way to solve it when we get back."

Then he started dialing the dial.

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

"Yes, what can I do for you..." A male wizard answered the phone on the other side, his voice was casual.

"I want to retaliate against the Aurors."

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" The voice on the other side was a little more serious.

"It's like this. I just saw a dark wizard attacking an Auror from the Ministry of Magic in the Quagmire Forest."

"You know, it has been more than ten years since a dark wizard dared to attack an Auror." The Auror who answered the phone didn't believe it at all, thinking that some kid was playing a prank.

"Really, the scene was extremely hot and the battle was extremely fierce... The dark wizard was one against many, and he did not lose at all... Later, he defeated more than a dozen Aurors."

"Do you think I'm stupid? Tell me which family of wizards you are from. If you make random calls, I will tell your parents."

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

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

"If an Auror dies because there is no wizard to save them, it has nothing to do with me." The man in black thought with peace of mind.

…

night.

Professor Snape's underground office.

A man who is by no means welcome to the owner of this place has arrived.

Harry Potter is coming.

"Dong dong dong."

He knocked on the door.

No one in the room responded.

Harry seemed sure he was inside and said, "Are you okay?"

After a long time, a disgusting tone came out: "Of course I'm fine, what's the matter with you?"

"I just want to see if you're dead, as long as you're not dead," Harry said.

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

"……have no idea."

"Oh, I thought it was you. I said you couldn't have done such a stupid thing. You actually left all the survivors alive and didn't kill any Aurors. I guess that Death Eater must not have even started a dark wizard.

I don’t know any knowledge. If it were me, I wouldn’t even let go of an ant within ten miles.”

Snape: "..."

Snape's patience was worn away, and there was a hint of suppressed pain in his impatient tone: "Thank you very much, Mr. Potter, for coming to tell me the news. Is there anything else you want? Get out of here."

After waiting for a long time for a response, Harry Potter should leave.

In the dark basement, Professor Snape was sweating profusely, and his pale face showed no signs of the vitality he had just communicated with Harry.

His left arm was completely carbonized. He put his arm into a basin of cyan solution and drank a strange potion.

The effect is better when taken internally and externally.

The arm seemed to be peeling off a cocoon, and normal muscles began to grow out of the charred arm.

This is not severe pain that ordinary people can endure.

Snape frowned, his face was distorted, and he gasped.

"hiss……"

Just then, the knock on the door rang again.

Snape almost vomited blood, can you let me heal his wounds?

"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 drop crystal inside that emits colorful light.

"I don't need to explain the efficacy of unicorn tears. I begged Xiaoxue for a long time before she squeezed out a drop."

Then, there was silence outside the door again.

Now, Harry is really gone.

Snape looked at the small bottle with a complicated expression.

"Lily, although he is a hundred times worse than damn James, he still left a trace of your kindness..."

…

Note: I say this chapter is worth two chapters, no handsome guy or beautiful girl will object.