Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 533 Cooperation

"Okay, get up."

Clinton immediately supported his body with his elbows and stood up in a flash.

"After checking, go find someone at the campsite near the lake."

A puzzled look appeared on his face, but before he could confirm further, the man spoke first. His fingers gently stroked the cold iron, and there was a ball of white light in the palm of his other hand.

"Follow its guidance, and it will lead you there."

"Yes."

After Clinton left, the ball of flesh behind the man suddenly became extremely excited, as if it smelled a familiar scent, and began to jump up and down.

"Be quiet. Now is not the time for you to show off."

The meat ball was quiet, but somewhat dissatisfied. He began to transmit air waves to the surroundings based on his prototype. Everyone present became quiet, they all trembled, and some even collapsed to the ground for a moment.

"Get out if you get mad again."

The lump of meat seemed to be angry. A long crack appeared on its body, and suddenly two arms stretched out from it and grabbed the nearest person.

The wet mucus continued to spread on his clothes, and the unfortunate staff member held his breath, waiting for the arrival of death.

The man seemed to be in a good mood today. He was tied up tightly with a thick rope and then thrown to the ceiling at a high speed, sticking to the transparent film.

In its sight, the man slowly climbed up along the iron tool, and then stopped at a cave entrance with a radius of one meter, where three corpses were stored.

There were two people standing very close to each other, one male and one female. The other one's left arm was a little black, with traces of curse on it, but it was showing signs of getting better.

"It's almost over," the man murmured to himself, with the deepest nostalgia engraved in his eyes. Everything is about to end.

Clinton followed his master's instructions and followed the ball of light that only he could see, and came to the vicinity of the camp step by step. He knew that with his current identity, appearing openly might attract other people's attention, so he chose to change his shape and disguise himself as a child.

Coincidentally, the little girl was taken back to the camp and never appeared again. In order to cover up the news, Clinton didn't mind appearing again as her.

He looked at his current small arms and legs, and then at the people coming and going in the camp, the thick thighs, the human figures standing in a row, everything seemed very broad.

Where is it? Where is it?

Suddenly a child hugged her legs. His face was covered with fine scales. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was a strange pattern.

"Who are you to me? Let go?" Clinton was very dissatisfied. If someone wanted to stop him from completing his master's mission, then -

wrong.

When he pinched the little boy's cheek, he found that the man had actually run out of the tent. He didn't know why he came here. He didn't know what those people were doing. They couldn't even keep an eye on a little kid. This guy was deeply valued by his master.

As the first successful experiment, what if it is lost?

He was in a dilemma for a moment, and then he spotted one of his colleagues in the camp.

Could it be you, kid?

He cursed inwardly, then dragged his legs little by little, carrying the little kid sitting on his feet, and slowly walked forward.

Oh, that's not right. When the two looked at each other, he suddenly realized that although the outside world didn't know about the little girl's death, everyone in the camp knew about it. What's more, this was his companion who helped him deal with the little girl's body.

Damn, he’s faked his corpse.

Clinton's colleague froze when he saw the child for the first time. Even as a wizard, he had never seen such magic.

Clinton was furious that his perfect idea had been discovered by this man. He kicked the guy off his leg and ignored the shouts behind him, running quickly in the direction indicated by the light ball.

Clinton's colleague was not just there to do nothing. He just saw the little boy who was almost lost, so he stood up holding him and stared in a daze at the back of Clinton, the little girl.

who can that be?

Clinton followed the guidance of the light ball, passed by one tent after another, and finally found a relatively remote "island" on the edge of the lake.

Is this the place? He pulled aside the curtain and saw a person who should never have appeared on his list.

Dumbledore in the cave had been silent for several days. Even though more and more people were coming in, and even though it seemed that most of the students at Hogwarts had come here, he remained indifferent.

Grindelwald observed him several times but still couldn't see any flaws. Each time he was forced back by his sharp blue eyes.

The groups of people who came earlier have gradually disappeared. Malfoy's parents were the second to leave after Rosier, and their son Draco stayed here, still guarding the blue light door and meeting his companions over there.

"Why don't you leave here?"

Just as Grindelwald was observing again, Dumbledore opened his eyelids and asked coldly, with a serious look, "Keep away from strangers."

"I, I'm here to accompany you." He was still stroking the round beads in his hands, and thousands of thoughts flashed rapidly in his heterochromatic pupils.

"Harry hasn't been here much recently, and that brat Rune looks pretty weak. Do you think we should kidnap him and force him to tell us how to get out?"

"Don't worry, if he can't get out, you can't get out either." Dumbledore suddenly spoke with a very firm tone.

"Oh?"

The elderly man suddenly stood up, attracting the attention of most people present. They placed their hopes on Dumbledore and watched him walk to the front of the cave. At this time, Ron, who was guarding the entrance of the cave, raised his wand.

"Principal, this is not the right time yet. I don't want to take action against you yet."

Dumbledore seemed not to hear and easily stretched his left hand out of the hole, watching it turn black little by little, and then all the flesh and blood disappeared.

"You are really crazy." Grindelwald pulled Dumbledore in from the cave and stared at his bony palm.

Snape walked over and looked at the scene thoughtfully.

"It turns out that it can remove curses." Dumbledore said softly, his eyes glowing as he looked at the barrier.

"Mr. Dumbledore, please don't embarrass me again." When Ron spoke, Percy and Ginny, who had been sent in, were sitting in the crowd looking at their younger brother (older brother).

Ginny pouted, clearly saddened by her brother's cold behavior in this cave, while Percy pulled his sister into his arms, leaning against the wall and patting her back gently.

"Don't cry, I don't think it will take long, our parents will be here too."

"Really?" Ginny's eyes were filled with tears. Percy nodded affirmatively, but the scene he accidentally saw replayed over and over in his head.

There was only one thing he was sure of, Harry would never hurt his parents.

Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt had been trapped in the headmaster's office for several days. The young, handsome Auror remembered how he was knocked to the ground in just a few moves by that little guy. Arthur next to him didn't even last a single round and his head was filled with black lines.

He looked at his bound hands and poked Arthur, who was still sleeping soundly, with some annoyance.

"Why don't we do something right now? Hogwarts right now."

Arthur turned over, opened his eyes, stared at the wallpaper above his head and began to daydream. His beard, which had not been shaved for a long time, felt itchy.

"What a mute!" Kingsley Shacklebolt stared at the fireplace next to the chair until his eyes were sore and he finally admitted that it was an illusion. He looked at his bound legs and stood up with great difficulty. He ran to the door, only to find that the damn stone statue was still snoring, just like his teammate next to him.

"Let us go quickly, or you'll be in trouble when Dumbledore comes."

The statue's ears moved. It just kicked away the disgusting stone beast that always showed off in front of it. Under the wise leadership of Headmaster Snape, this pearl that was once hidden in the dark finally emitted the light it deserved.

It's all bullshit.

It bent down and disdainfully flicked the unknown object in its nasal cavity at a 45-degree angle toward the abominable wizard who was looking down at it.

￥《￥……

The human behind him cursed extremely dirty again. Kingsley had never felt so frustrated in his life. He collapsed to the ground again in anger, feeling that all his patience in life was exhausted bit by bit.

It was lunch time again, and a house-elf suddenly appeared, carrying two plates, with strange light flashing in its huge eyes.

It took out a small silver spoon from its dirty cloth bag, gently lifted Arthur up, and then fed food into his mouth bit by bit.

Arthur was obviously very used to it. He even moved his bound hands, indicating that the ropes on his feet should be loosened.

The house-elf was very obedient to Weasley's request, which caused the portrait headmasters who had returned to the office to laugh in a different way.

Kingsley Shacklebolt tried to imitate Arthur, but only got a roll of the eyes from the elf.

He was full of resentment. The little guy who was usually so respectful and whom he didn't take seriously was actually so arrogant. It seemed as if they had overturned the rules that had existed for thousands of years in an instant. It was really uncomfortable.

"Hey, hey, hey, sir, sir, you are here, sir, please come in——"

It was the stone statue again that spoke in the most flattering way, and the elf that was feeding became a little excited. It immediately stopped what it was doing, re-examined its clothes, and after cleaning them all, it saw a tall and thin figure.

It was Snape -

Without the elf's help, Kingsley, whose cheek was in close contact with the blanket, moved his eyes and let out intermittent moans.

Snape had a cold face and ignored this guy at all. He looked at Weasley with a complicated expression, and then raised his wand.

"You!" Before Kingsley could speak, his mouth was covered by the elf who had been waiting for a long time. He looked at Snape cautiously, waiting for praise.

However, he did not expect that Snape just glanced at him lightly, then decisively petrified Weasley and strode out of the office.

Despite his tall stature, he bent down, held the stone statue of Weasley in one hand, and held the unconscious Mrs. Molly in his arms with the other hand, without feeling any effort at all.

He walked to the familiar wall with ease. The wall seemed to sense the will of the visitor. In the layers of light and shadow, he and Draco made eye contact. Both nodded in tacit understanding, and then sent the freshly-arrived Weasley and Mrs. Molly in.

The light flashed and then disappeared.

"Snape" touched his head, feeling that he had forgotten something.

No, is there anything else I haven't considered? The Weasley family is still missing those two guys, Charlie and Bill——

He had to do it quickly or Ron would be unhappy.

Harry faced Snape's face and walked on the spiral staircase expressionlessly.

The ghost on the stairs still wanted to play tricks, but when he felt the cold temperament of the person on him, he obediently sent him to the fifth floor.

Harry Potter found a good helper. Angel grinned, straddling Georges, like a Wangcai. An invisible tail appeared behind him and began to spin wildly.

The small whirlwind it created made it impossible for Harry to open his eyes for a moment.

Since Hogwarts and the other three schools are not in the same space, even if there was some communication between the schools, it gradually disappeared due to Dumbledore's extremely "ruthless" methods some time ago.

Even parents miss their children, and communication between them is very troublesome due to the isolation between the spaces. Therefore, those owls that have lost their jobs are now free in the forbidden forest.

With the addition of these two traitors, the situation at Hogwarts has not yet spread widely.

Dumbledore is still out chasing Grindelwald's whereabouts. Harry Potter is the first Dark Lord. The atmosphere is still very tense, but the people at the bottom are very ignorant.

They have no source of information and can only be trapped in their own little world, waiting for the world to turn upside down, watching the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, waiting for the aftermath of the big event to crush them into powder. They have no choice but to accept their fate.

"How are they doing? Is there anyone willing to come over?"

Angel rubbed his hands. The system behind him criticized him, but he didn't care. He said, "There are still some old stubborn people who don't want to believe what I say. They want to see Dumbledore."

"look--"

Harry stroked his face and his hand accidentally touched his hair. He felt the oil on his hair and grimaced inwardly.

"You would say Dumbledore will go, but it will take him some time to come back from the outside world."

Angel nodded, "Okay."

"how about you?"

Harry turned his head to look at Georges standing beside him. He felt confused about this man who once worked under Grindelwald and only wanted to come to Hogwarts to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but now that he knew the truth, he was unwilling to return to the safe house and instead stayed in a dangerous place.

"I, I'll do whatever you say." Georges said with a smile.