Rebirth of the Harry Potter

　　 "Don't you go 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 messy, just some people I don't know."

　　Hermione felt the same way.

　　 So Harry used magic to make a table of food.

　　When eating, Hermione can't help but snigger.

　　 Harry and Zhang Qiu sighed and couldn't get Hermione.

　　Since this afternoon, Brian Lopez officially invited Hermione to join the Guild of Guidancers, Hermione will become this dementia as soon as she has a daze.

　　Hermione smirked for a while, and suddenly sighed: "The two of them are too pitiful, it is estimated that they are still crying together."

　　 Harry's question mark didn't keep up with Hermione's thinking.

　　 "Who are you talking about?"

　　 "Who else could be Lavender and Parvati." Hermione said.

　　Harry said: "It's the two blind believers from Trelawney's fool, right? They always say arrogantly that you should seek Trelawney's forgiveness. What's wrong with them?"

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

　　Harry said, "Uh... are they here today?"

　　 "They are sitting on the side of us, and when they eat at noon, their murderous eyes have been staring at us, causing me to eat a lot less." Hermione said.

　　Harry said: "I always have no one in sight. I haven't noticed the two poor children who are too weak to exist."

　　Zhang Qiu thought about: "Today, after Hermione beat the counterfeit wizard, the two girls crying miserably in the crowd. I thought they were your fans, crying for your excitement."

　　Hermione smiled, her eyes turned into a meniscus: "If they hear you, they will be mad."

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

"As a result, Trelawney was like a shrew, pointing at their noses and scolding, saying that the most annoying of all the students was the two of them, sticking to her like two dog skin plasters, self-righteousness, being smart, and so on. "

　　 "The two of them were obviously frightened and waited for Trelawney to go away, so they cried like a white rabbit and cried together."

　　Harry cut a large piece of lamb leg meat, grunted, and said, "You are very happy, otherwise how can you watch for so long."

　　Hermione said embarrassedly: "I think I shouldn't be gloating, but when I think of how they flaunted in front of me, it seems...it's really a bit cool..."

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

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

"When you can not only feel guilty, but also want to take the initiative to ridicule them, even if you graduated. But remember, when we go to face others, we must not be like them. With a good skill, you can do whatever you want. If you want to hit anyone's face, you can hit anyone's face."

　　 Hermione nodded slightly confused.

　　 Zhang Qiu: "..."

　　……

　　 December 31, 1993.

　　 President Hogwarts Office.

　　 "It's getting warm, let Fuji step down."

Professor Dumbledore watched Harry Potter, who walked directly around the stone beast gate, appeared in front of him, and said that, slowly lowered the tea cup.

　　 "Before coming in next time, say hello to me first. I'm old and I have a bad heart. I can't stand such a shock." Dumbledore said.

　　 Harry nodded perfunctoryly: "Come on."

　　Dumbledore pressed down a wave in his heart and said indifferently: "Do you hate Fudge? He has been in office for a few years, I think it's not bad."

　　 "Come on." Harry reached out and moved an armchair, and he sat down.

　　 "I said that Fudge would step down, and you said that you think Fudge was doing well. The typical thief is guilty, and you definitely think he is doing a terrible job."

　　Dumbledore silently drank, without saying a word.

　　 Harry's eyes rolled and said, "Dumbledore, what do you think is more sad than something that you want to get something more than everything you can, but you can't do it for many reasons?"

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

　　Harry said with pity: "That is easily obtained by a pig, but not cherished, and destroy it in his own face."

　　 "This kind of **** thing can't be tolerated by individuals."

　　 Dumbledore shook his palms and the tea in the cup rippled, he said, "Maybe."

"Dumbledore, what were your ambitions when you were young? You once talked to someone broadly and thought that the current magic world is too decadent and should be vigorously reformed. Although this thought was later lightened by some things, but I think, Over the past few decades, you have read a lot and seen a lot. Your ideas and plans should only become more rounded and mature. Why not implement it?" Harry said, hating iron and steel.

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

"Think about what you want the magic world to be like? Learn to teach, work to get income, sickness to cure, old age to live, live to live... But then look at the wizard represented by Fudge, What did they turn the Ministry of Magic into? The entire magic world is black and white, and there are black wizards who are uneasy about wanting to do things. They can't even achieve security and stability, and they want the whole people to enter a well-off society? It is impossible."

　　 Dumbledore's eyes were turbulent, and he couldn't help but think of the ideal buried in his heart.

　　Harry said leisurely: "Chilli Millison Barnold, over-indulgent, Barty Crouch, a little less fair, a generation of waste, Fudge Connelly, only knows money, keeps position and eats bananas."

　　 "Count the flamboyant characters, but also look at you-Albus Dumbledore. Ask the Minister of the Ministry of Magic, who you are!"

　　 "Old Deng! Don't you think..." Harry stood up, staring at Dumbledore, and said slowly.

　　 "Change the world?"

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

　　 "I, I, I..." The previous plans popped out of my mind one by one.

　　 Dumbledore's chest was undulating, and the intense burning years were about to unfold. He suddenly looked like a deflated ball and said, "I don't want to."

　　 Harry's mind: Grass! (Specifically refers to a plant here)

　　Harry did not give up, hitting the iron while hot, issued a serial attack, and said: "The man in Newmontgard is still not dead."

　　 Dumbledore stiffened.

　　 "One of the most dangerous black wizards, but I think he was locked in the dark tower, not desperate."

"Because he knows that his only confidant in the world is living well outside, he knows his other half, his friends at first sight have the same philosophy as himself, and there is a green vitality in that deadly soul Growth: What is the reason why he trusts his friends so that he does not give up to live? Maybe it is that he put his ideals on someone."

"He had a fantasy and imagined the young man who had formed a blood alliance with him. With his own will, he had already transformed the magic world into the way they had hoped. In this way, even if he died, I am afraid he would smile. But if He knew that his friend, who had been squandering for decades, only had some useless nicknames, and that was really desperate for him."

　　 Dumbledore's heart was completely messed up, his eyes were red, and he said weakly, "How do you know these?"

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

　　 "Why are people alive?" Harry issued the ultimate question of his life.

　　Dumbledore couldn't help thinking about this problem.

"In order to realize his own life value. Voldemort's life value is a unified magic world, which makes others fear him like death, and the three views are somewhat distorted. And what about you? You already have a correct and great goal, but choose to forget it. ."

　　 "The magic world urgently needs reform, it's time to let your ideas shine and radiate heat. Do you want to wait until the day you enter the coffin and regret why you didn't do it, but promised to shrink for a lifetime?"

"Think again about the obsolete laws and regulations. A father, because his six-year-old daughter was tortured by three Muggle teenagers and became a lunatic, so he killed the three Muggle teenagers with magic. Isn’t it reasonable and legal? But what about his result? Azkaban’s life imprisonment!"

　　 Dumbledore's eyes were full of anger, his teeth gritted: "They... all **** it!"

　　 In a copper chandelier in the room, a fiery red bird awakened fiercely, looking up at Dumbledore.

　　 "What kind of **** "Muggle Protection Law", can Muggles do whatever they want?"

　　 "Which is the Muggle Protection Law or the Scum Protection Law? Does Muggle rank as a wizard in the magic world?"

　　 "Those law-makers~www.ltnovel.com~ don't discern the blue and white, eccentric Muggles. Are Muggles their father? Or is the air in the Muggle world fresher? The moon is rounder?"

　　 "Here is the magic world, it's our wizards who should roll." Harry burst into a rush.

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

Harry said: "Dumbledore, you don’t really want to change the twisted laws? Otherwise there will be more tragic victims in the future, not only to realize your own life value, but also for more lives. The wizards in the hot water."

　　 "This is to sacrifice yourself to complete the great cause. This is for... a greater benefit!"

　　This sentence is like a heavy hammer, beating in Dumbledore's heart.

　　 "Greater interests..." Dumbledore thought absently.

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

　　 Dumbledore was finally persuaded by Harry. He stretched his face and nodded slowly.

　　 Harry smiled slightly: "Well, I think you should act."

　　 "At the time of the new and the old, it indicates a new beginning. For the wizards to see the new look of the Ministry of Magic, the beginning of the new year is a good opportunity."

　　Dumbledore had a decision in his heart, and he knew what he should do, and who to see. He walked to the fireplace and stepped into the fire.

　　 "Poof." The figure disappeared.

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