Rebirth of the Harry Potter

"Aren't you going to the evening meal?" Zhang Qiu asked.

"Do you want to go?" Harry asked.

Zhang Qiu said: "I don't want to go, it's too chaotic, full of people I don't know."

Hermione felt the same way.

So Harry used magic to conjure a table of food.

Hermione couldn't help snickering while eating.

Harry and Zhang Qiu sighed, there was nothing they could do about Hermione.

Ever since Brian Lopez officially invited Hermione to join the Fortune Teller Guild this afternoon, whenever Hermione had a chance to be in a daze, she would become like this.

Hermione smirked for a while, then suddenly sighed: "The two of them are so pitiful, they are probably still hugging each other and crying."

Harry had a question mark on his face, not keeping up with Hermione's thoughts.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who else is it, it's Lavender and Parvati." Hermione said.

Harry said, "It's those two fools who blindly believed in Trelawney, huh, and always said with such arrogance that you should ask Trelawney for forgiveness. What happened to them?"

"Didn't you see them today?" Hermione said in surprise.

Harry said, "Uh...they're here today too?"

"They sat next to us. During lunch, they kept staring at us with murderous eyes, which made me eat a lot less." Hermione said.

Harry said: "I have always been defiant, and I didn't notice those two poor children who have too little sense of existence."

Zhang Qiuruo thought: "Today, after Hermione beat that fake wizard to death, the two girls in the crowd were crying miserably. I thought they were your fans, crying because you were excited."

Hermione smiled, her eyes turned into crescent moons: "If they hear what you say, they will definitely die of anger."

Hermione said: "Today, when Trelawney left, they still couldn't believe the result. They were so foolish to go to Trelawney and want to hear her explanation."

"It turned out that Trelawney was like a shrew, pointing at them and cursing, saying that among all the students, she was the two of them that she hated the most, sticking to her like two dog skin plasters, self-righteous, smart and so on. "

"The two of them were obviously frightened, and when Trelawney was gone, they hugged each other like little white rabbits and cried bitterly."

Harry cut a large piece of lamb leg, swallowed it with a grunt, and said, "You are very happy, otherwise why would you have watched it for so long."

Hermione said embarrassingly: "I don't think I should gloat, but when I think of them showing off their power in front of me, it seems...it's really cool..."

Zhang Qiu took a deep breath and said, "Harry, look what you have made Hermione into."

Harry gave Hermione a thumbs up: "Yes, there is progress."

"Wait for you, not only do you not feel guilty, but you still want to actively mock them, even if you have graduated. But remember, when we go to slap others in the face, we must not be like them. We need to be hard on ourselves, we have to You can do whatever you want with excellent skills, and you can slap whoever you want in the face."

Hermione nodded slightly confused.

Zhang Qiu: "..."

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December 31, 1993.

Hogwarts headmaster's office.

"It's warm, let Fudge step down."

Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry Potter who bypassed the Stone Beast Gate and appeared in front of him, and said the same thing, and slowly put down his teacup.

"Before you come in next time, say hello to me, I'm old,

The heart is not good, and I can't stand such a fright. said Dumbledore.

Harry nodded perfunctorily: "Okay."

Dumbledore suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and said indifferently: "Do you hate Fudge? I think he's been pretty good for a few years."

"Come on." Harry held out his hand, and an armchair moved over, and he sat down.

"I just said let Fudge step down, but you just say that you think Fudge has done a good job. A typical guilty conscience, you must think that he has done a terrible job."

Dumbledore drank silently, without saying a word.

Harry rolled his eyes and said, "Dumbledore, what do you think is more sad than trying to get something but not being able to get it for many reasons?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "I don't know."

Harry said regretfully: "That is to be easily obtained by a pig, but not cherish it, and keep destroying it in front of his own face."

"This kind of fucking thing can't be tolerated by an individual."

Dumbledore's palm shook slightly, and the tea in his cup rippled, and he said, "Maybe."

"Dumbledore, what about your ambitions when you were young? You once had a big talk with someone, thinking that the current wizarding world is too corrupt and should be reformed. Although some things later faded away from this idea, I think, In the past few decades, you have seen and seen a lot, your ideas and plans should only become more rounded and mature, why don't you realize it?" Harry said bitterly.

Dumbledore was a little emotional: "Yeah, some things happened, some happy, some sad..."

"Think about what you want the wizarding world to be like? Learning is taught, work is rewarded, illness is healed, old age is provided for, and housing is provided... But look at the wizards represented by Fudge, What did they turn the Ministry of Magic into? The entire magic world is full of smog, black wizards who are restless and want to make troubles, and they can't even achieve security and stability. They still want the whole people to enter a prosperous society? It's impossible."

Dumbledore's eyes were turbulent, and he couldn't help thinking of the ideal buried in his heart, and couldn't help but want to slap his legs and shout: "Harry Potter also knows me."

Harry said leisurely: "Pity Millicent Barnold, overindulgent, Barty Crouch, a little less fair, a generation of useless, Fudge Connelly, who only knows money, saves his position and eats bananas."

"It's up to you to count the romantic figures—Albus Dumbledore. Ask the Minister of Magic, who is better than you!"

"Old Deng! Don't you want to..." Harry stood up, fixed his eyes on Dumbledore, and said slowly.

"Changing the world?"

Dumbledore was oppressed by Harry's momentum, leaned back, and couldn't help leaning towards his principal's chair.

"I, I, I..." Those previous plans popped up from the depths of my mind one by one.

Dumbledore's chest heaved and heaved, seeing that the passionate burning years were about to unfold, he suddenly said like a deflated ball, "I don't want to."

Harry thought: Grass! (here specifically refers to a certain plant)

Harry did not give up, struck while the iron was hot, and launched a series of attacks, saying: "The prisoner in Nurmengard is not dead yet."

Dumbledore froze.

"One of the most dangerous dark wizards, but I guess he's not desperate when he's locked up in that dark tower."

"Because he knows that his only confidant in the world is living a good life outside, and he knows that his other half, the friend who hit it off at first sight, has the same philosophy as himself, and there is a piece of green life in the heart that should be dead Growth: He trusts his best friend, what is the reason why he did not give up living? It may be that he pinned his ideals on someone."

"He had a fantasy in his heart, imagining that the young man who formed a blood alliance with him, with his own will, had already transformed the magic world into what they hoped for at the beginning. In this way, even if he died, he would still be smiling. But if He knows that his good friend has been wasted for decades, but only has some useless false names, and that is the real despair for him."

Dumbledore was completely confused, his eyes were red, and he said weakly: "How do you know this?"

Harry said: "It's not a secret at all, it's all in the gossip magazines."

"What is the purpose of life?" Harry asked the ultimate question of life.

Dumbledore couldn't help but think about it.

"It's to realize your own life value. Voldemort's life value is to unify the magic world and make others fear him like a god of death. The three views are a bit distorted. But what about yours? You have already had a correct and great goal, but you choose to forget it .”

"The magic world is in urgent need of reform. It's time to let your ideas shine. Don't you want to wait until the day you enter the coffin to regret why you didn't do it, but Nuonuo shrank for a lifetime?"

"Think about those old laws and regulations full of loopholes. A father, because his six-year-old daughter was tortured by three Muggle boys, became a lunatic, so he killed the three Muggle boys with magic. Is this true? Isn’t it reasonable and legal? But what about his result? Life imprisonment in Azkaban!”

Dumbledore's eyes were full of anger, and he gritted his teeth: "They... all deserve to die!"

In a copper chandelier in the room, a fiery bird woke up suddenly and looked up at Dumbledore.

"What shit, "Muggle Protection Act", can Muggles do whatever they want?"

"Is that the "Muggle Protection Act" or the "Scum Protection Act"? Are Muggles higher than wizards in the wizarding world?"

"Those law makers are indiscriminate and partial to Muggles. Are Muggles their father? Or is the air in the Muggle world cleaner? The moon is rounder?"

"This is the wizarding world, we wizards are the ones who should get out." Harry spat furiously.

Dumbledore was stunned. He wiped the saliva on his face and said comfortingly, "Relax, don't get excited."

Harry said: "Dumbledore, don't you really want to change those distorted laws? Otherwise, there will inevitably be more tragic victims in the future. You are not only trying to realize your own life value, but also for more life. Wizards in dire straits."

"This is called sacrificing oneself to accomplish a great cause. This is for...a greater good!"

These words hit Dumbledore's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Greater good..." Dumbledore thought absently.

Harry asked seriously: "Comrade Dumbledore, do you have the awareness and confidence? Do you want to take this responsibility?"

Dumbledore was finally persuaded by Harry, and he nodded slowly with a sullen face.

Harry smiled slightly: "Well, I think, it's time for you to act."

"At the time when the old and the new are changing, it heralds a new beginning. The beginning of the new year is a good opportunity for wizards to see the new Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore had a decision in his mind, he knew what he should do and who to meet. He went to the fireplace, stepped into the fire.

"Pfft." The figure disappeared.

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