Harry Potter Reborn

"Aren't you going to attend 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. There are only some people I don't know."

Hermione felt the same way.

So Harry used magic to conjure a table full of food.

While eating, Hermione always couldn't help but snicker.

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

Ever since Brian Lopez officially invited Hermione to join the Fortune Tellers Guild this afternoon, Hermione would become this demented whenever she had the chance to be dazed.

Hermione giggled 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 and failed to follow Hermione's thinking.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who else could it be, Lavender and Parvati?" Hermione said.

Harry said: "They are those two idiots who blindly believe in Trelawney, right? They always say with 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 are here too today?"

"They were sitting next to us. During lunch, their murderous eyes were staring at us, causing me to eat less," Hermione said.

Harry said: "I have always been arrogant and did not notice those two poor children whose presence was too weak."

Zhang Qiu thoughtfully said: "Today, after Hermione beat the fake wizard to a pulp, the two girls in the crowd cried miserably. I thought they were your fans and cried for your excitement."

Hermione smiled and her eyes turned into crescent moons: "If they hear you say this, they will be furious."

Hermione said: "Today, when Trelawney left, they still couldn't believe the result. They foolishly went to Trelawney and wanted to hear her explanation in person."

"In the end, Trelawney acted like a shrew, pointing at their noses and cursing them, saying that among all the students, they were the two that she hated the most, clinging to her like two dog-skin plasters, self-righteous, smart-aleck, and a lot of other words.

"

"The two of them were obviously frightened. When Trelawney walked away, they hugged each other like little white rabbits and cried bitterly."

Harry cut a large piece of mutton leg, swallowed it, and said, "You must be happy, otherwise why would you look at it for so long?"

Hermione said sheepishly: "I don't think I should be gloating, but when I think of them showing off their power in front of me, it seems... it's really a bit satisfying..."

Zhang Qiu took a deep breath and said, "Harry, look what you've done to Hermione."

Harry gave Hermione a thumbs up: "Not bad, there is progress."

"How can you not only not feel guilty, but actually want to actively ridicule them, even if you have graduated. But remember one thing, when we go to slap others in the face, we must not be like them. To make iron, we need to be strong ourselves. We must have

Only with outstanding skills can you do whatever you want, 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.

"The weather is getting warmer, let Fudge step down."

Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry Potter who walked directly around the Stone Beast Gate, appeared in front of him, and said this sentence, and slowly put down his tea cup.

"Please say hello to me before you come in next time. I'm old and have a bad heart. I can't stand such a fright," Dumbledore said.

Harry nodded perfunctorily: "Okay."

Dumbledore suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said calmly: "Do you hate Fudge? He has been in office for a few years, and I think he is pretty good."

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

"I just asked Fudge to step down. Just say that you think Fudge did a good job. A typical thief with a guilty conscience, you must think that what he did was extremely bad."

Dumbledore drank water silently and said nothing.

Harry rolled his eyes and said: "Dumbledore, what do you think is more sad than something that you try your best to get something but cannot get it for many reasons?"

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

Harry said regretfully: "That's how easily a pig got it, but didn't cherish it, and kept destroying it in front of himself."

"You can't tolerate this kind of fucking thing as an individual."

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

"Dumbledore, where were your ambitions when you were young? You once had a long talk with someone, thinking that the current magical world is too decadent and should be vigorously reformed. Although you later softened your mind because of some things, I think,

In the past few decades, you have seen a lot and seen a lot. Your ideas and plans should only become more rounded and mature, so why not realize them?" Harry said with hatred for iron.

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

"Think about what you want the magical world to be like? To be educated, to be paid for work, to be treated for illness, to be supported in old age, to have a place to live... But look at the wizards represented by Fudge,

What have they turned the Ministry of Magic into? The entire magical world is in a state of chaos, filled with restless dark wizards who want to cause trouble. They can't even achieve stable public security, and they still want the whole people to move into a prosperous society? It's impossible."

Dumbledore's eyes were turbulent, and he couldn't help but think of the ideal buried deep in his heart. He couldn't help but want to slap his legs and shout: "The one who knows me is Harry Potter."

Harry said leisurely: "Millison Barnold is overindulgent, Barty Crouch is a little less fair, a generation of losers, and Fudge Connelly only knows money, keeping his position and eating bananas."

"Albus Dumbledore, who is the Minister of Magic, who should I replace you with?"

"Old Deng! Don't you want to..." Harry stood up, looked at Dumbledore, and said slowly.

"Change the world?"

Dumbledore was oppressed by Harry's momentum and leaned back, unable to help but lean towards his principal's chair.

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

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

Harry's mind: Grass! (This refers specifically to a certain kind of plant)

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

Dumbledore stiffened.

"One of the most dangerous dark wizards, but I think he is not desperate even though he is locked up in that dark tower."

"Because he knows that his only confidant in the world is living well outside, and he knows that his other half, the friend who fell in love at first sight, has the same philosophy as him, and there is a piece of green life in the soul that should be dead.

Growth: He trusted his friends and what was the reason that kept him from giving up on living? Maybe it was because he placed his ideals on someone."

"He had a fantasy in his heart, imagining that the young man who had formed a blood alliance with him, with his own will, had already transformed the magical world into what they originally wanted it to be. In this way, even if he dies, he will probably be smiling. But if

He knows that his good friend has wasted decades and only has some vain fame that has no effect. That is the real despair for him."

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

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

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

Dumbledore couldn't help but think about this problem.

"It's to realize your own life value. Voldemort's life value is to unify the magic world and make others fear him like the god of death. His outlook on life is a bit distorted. And what about yours? You already had a correct and great goal, but you chose to forget it.

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"The magic world is in urgent need of reform. It's time to let your ideas shine. Do you want to wait until the day you are in the coffin to regret why you didn't do it, but Nono has shrunk for the rest of his life?"

"Think again about those old laws and regulations that are full of loopholes. A father, because his six-year-old daughter was tortured by three Muggle teenagers and turned into a madman, so he used magic to kill the three Muggle teenagers. Is this right?

Isn’t it reasonable and legal? But what’s the 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 red bird suddenly woke up and looked up at Dumbledore.

"What nonsense is the Muggle Protection Act? Can Muggles do whatever they want?"

"Is it the Muggle Protection Act or the Scum Protection Act? Do Muggles have a higher status than wizards in the magical world?"

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

"This is the wizarding world, it's us wizards who should get out," Harry spat.

Dumbledore's face was full of astonishment. He wiped the saliva from his face and said comfortingly: "Relax, don't get excited."

Harry said: "Dumbledore, do you really not want to change those twisted 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 lives."

Wizards in dire straits."

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

These words hit Dumbledore like a heavy hammer in his heart.

"The greater good..." Dumbledore thought absentmindedly.

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

Dumbledore was finally persuaded by Harry. He grimaced and nodded slowly.

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

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

Dumbledore made a decision in his mind. He knew what he should do and who he should meet. He walked towards the fireplace and stepped into the fire.

"Poof." The figure disappeared.

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