Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

Of course, Hector, who had already embarked on the return journey, had no idea what happened to Li Buyan here, but sooner or later, he would experience all of this in his own shoes, I was sure of this.

The darkness surrounded Hector and Wendel beside him as before.

The time travel they experienced was not like what was described in the user guide of the time converter, that is,"it was like many cloud-like things passing by.

" Hector experienced a long period of darkness again, just like when he set out, complete darkness, but this time, Hector's heart was not as flustered and nervous as when he set out.

Expectations mixed with joy filled his heart.

The dark environment in front of him did not seem so scary, but gave Hector a mysterious and strange feeling.

The return time seemed to be much shorter than the departure time.

The first thing that caught Hector's eyes was a short and strong beam of white light, which stimulated his eyes that were invaded by the darkness and were very tired.

Eyes, then, colorful lights followed the path opened by the white light and arrived around Hector one after another.

The originally blurred environment seemed to be focused and slowly became clear.

The first to be saved was Hector's vision. Then, a variety of sounds accompanied by strange and complex smells also followed the gaps torn by the light and returned to Hector's surroundings. At this point, the time travel came to an end temporarily. Hector and Wendel returned to the main plot at the same time, but the location where Hector and Wendel returned was unexpectedly strange.

Since that's what I said, there must be a reason for saying that.

Strictly speaking, the time converter does not have the ability to travel through space. In other words, the location where Hector started his time travel was the mysterious ward of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries. Even if Hector used the time converter and traveled through time, no matter which node in the long river of time he chose to jump out at, his location should still remain in the ward of St. Mungo's.

But what happened now is not at all related to the theory. Hector and Wendel's figures did not move as normal. The scene appeared in St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry, but observing the surrounding layout and environment, Hector was also very sure that the place where he landed was definitely not any office in Hogwarts.

The humid air, the simple wooden house, let alone decorations, there were not even a few decent furniture in the house, a wobbly table, many stained crucibles, randomly placed potion raw materials, and a tattered little bed in the corner.

It is true that some professors in Hogwarts are not rich, but they are definitely not so poor. Hector is very, even abnormally sure of this.

Hector thought that the landing place was not St. Mungo's. It was normal. Mr. Flamel's tools always had some unexpected effects. He even thought that the time-turner given to him by Mr. Flamel might even have the ability to make his wishes come true.

After all, the first place the time-turner sent him was the Riddle family cemetery. Coincidentally, Hector had the idea of scattering the ashes of Voldemort's father a long time ago.

This was the first point.

In addition, when Hector decided to go back a few hours ago in that alley and wanted to intercept St. Mungo's to rescue Wendel, Hector thought that this location was really good, secret and convenient. Then the time-turner did not move Hector's position. He was still where he was, and he didn't even adjust the direction of his body.

This was the second point.

If this is the case, the place where Hector is now should be where he has always expected to be. Even if he didn't expect it that much, at least he had thought about it in his mind, and it is likely that he had thought about it more than once, and it should be many times.

However, the current environment is really beyond Hector's expectations. He has thought about going to Mr. Flamel's safe house, and he has also thought about returning directly to Hogwarts, a happy ending plot. He has even considered coming to the place where Dumbledore's old lover is, that is, Nurmengard Castle, which is a very small probability time.

However, what the hell is this shabby wooden house in front of him? The furnishings in the house are very much like a place for a potion master to live. After all, looking at the crucibles that have been used or are in use in the room and the gaps in the crucibles on the ground, there are countless and even many very unpopular raw materials. Hector, who has ample purchasing experience, knows very well that only potion masters can and are willing to do such a money-burning thing.

As for why it is a potion master, not a potion master, this is also very simple.

First of all, the placement of potions is a very profound knowledge. It doesn't require a lot of neatness, but it is necessary to roughly classify them. However, the degree of chaos in front of him is such that if Snape saw someone wasting expensive medicines like this, he would really take out his wand and have a life-and-death duel with that person on the spot.

Secondly, the surrounding environment can also prove this point very well. Although the economic level of the potion master is a little worse than that of alchemists like Mr. Flamel and Dumbledore, it is only a little. If you dare to laugh at a potion master for being poor, he will be furious and use gold galleons to knock you unconscious. Yes, it is gold galleons. Any silver in it is an insult to the economic strength of the potion master.

After all, selling raw materials like selling crucibles and selling medicines can create a wealthy family. It is really unimaginable how rich the potion master who sells finished products should be.

Some people may ask, isn't the dear Lucian also a potion master? Why does he look so average in economic strength?

Please, the Si religion just doesn't like to wash their hair and dress up, but their economic level is absolutely no problem. The value of the medicinal material wall in the classroom and the secret treasure house of the Si religion is incalculable.

Dragon blood is calculated by liter, and the eggshell of the rune snake is weighed by kilogram.

These priceless things are placed on the outermost layer of the secret treasure house.

They are the kind that you don't feel bad about stealing.

The ones stored inside are more precious, or even extinct.

Only medicinal materials like this are placed inside, with more advanced magic protection.

Do you have basilisk teeth? Do you have basilisk venom? Do you have five-legged monster hair? If not, shrink back, eat at the table of children, do things quietly, and be low-key.

Yes, the Si religion is pure love, but what kind of pure love can you have without money? If you don't have money, you are called a licker, ok?

There is a saying that goes,"It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality." Except for those with special fetishes, their daily lives are so stylish and classy, and at least comfortable. If they have to live in such a shabby life with a shabby bed and short quilt, wouldn't it be more painful than killing them?

In summary, people who can afford so many expensive raw materials but live in an environment without even windows are either potion masters who are obsessed with research and work hard to make a name for themselves, or they are walking on the edge of the law with bad intentions, or they are just tragic characters trying to make a living.

In this case, several candidates vaguely emerged in Hector's mind.

The first one that came to Hector's mind was Lupin. His identity as a werewolf made it difficult for him to live a normal life in society. His brother's betrayal made him live in pain all the time, but he would never retaliate against the society with a conscience. However, he needed a source of income to make a living. He could not work, and he was unwilling to accept help from Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix. Then, relying on his craft to make a living might be his only choice.

In addition, the environment outside the house was surrounded by dense woods that stretched as far as the eye could see. It did not look like a lively place.

Poverty, remoteness, and doing work he is not good at are very consistent with Lupin's situation. Moreover, there seem to be several raw materials for wolfsbane potion among the pile of expensive herbs, which further proves Hector's idea from the side. In fact, apart from Lupin, Hector can't think of anyone else. To be more precise, it is other characters who need to hide in the wilderness and have roles in the original book.

If they don't have any famous roles, they are naturally unlikely to appear in Hector's mind, and then he naturally has no reason to appear in such a remote place. It ca n't be Voldemort, right? No, no, the most likely person to meet the conditions besides Lupin is Voldemort, but at this point in time, Voldemort should still be in ghost state. A ghost can afford such a considerable fortune, Hector���Bao didn't believe it.

Even if the soul of Voldemort, Crass, could really do such a great feat, then Hector didn't need to be afraid of him. Cai Kun, who survived by absorbing the vitality of others, was still the most vulnerable ghost state. A mahogany sword could control him.

This was good. Voldemort's problem was completely under control. As long as Dumbledore's methods were mastered, it would not be difficult for him to get any information from Voldemort. At the same time, his talent training plan could be carried out smoothly and stably. Now many medicinal materials could also fall into Hector's pocket quietly. It was really a win-win situation.

Hey, it's really good to think so. I really have to thank Mr. Flamel for the time converter.

As for now? It's better to come at the right time than to come early.

It's impossible to pluck feathers from a passing goose, but it's still no problem to clean up the battlefield.

No matter who the owner is, put half of it in the bag first.

If it's Lupin, it's a big deal.

If it was Voldemort, it would be even better.

If I could defeat him, I could take him all.

Even if I couldn't, it wouldn't be a wasted trip.

And Voldemort's remnant soul couldn't even defeat Kingsley, let alone a medium-to-high-strength one, but couldn't even bully a soul? If

Cruciatus didn't work, I could use Avada. If Avada didn't work, I could use another Avada. Anyway, I have many wands, and they can't find me. I just worry about not having a place to practice. I can't use it on Flitwick and Aberforth, right? Now, there is no ready-made and handy target, right?

So, Hector put Wendell, who was still unconscious, on the shaky bed. At the same time, Hector noticed that there was a small bag on Wendell's waist, which was very secretive to others, but was very familiar to Hector.

Hector knew at a glance that Wendell's bag must have been cast with the Traceless Extension Charm, and the things that could be contained in it were definitely not as dry and ordinary as it looked on the surface.

Looking at the bag in Wendell's arms, Hector was in an extremely tangled situation.

If he didn't take it out, it would be a bit against his conscience. He had saved him with so much effort, but he still hadn't said a word of thanks. He had to give it to this kid, so that he could learn to be grateful and learn to express gratitude. Giving a thank-you gift is a very good way to express gratitude.

I can refuse it, but you can't not give it. This is very important.

But if he really wants to take it out, he feels a little embarrassed. After all, the person in front of him is still his son. It is somewhat shameless for a father to take his son's things.It's only natural?

In the end, Hector didn't choose to do it. It wasn't because he had a guilty conscience. Hector didn't have such a thing. He didn't take Wendell's bag because he could touch it at any time. But if he didn't touch the herbs in front of him now and waited until the owner came back, it would be too undignified.

Although he didn't have a conscience, he still had to be selective sometimes.

Even if the target of the theft was dear Lupin, he could just exchange it back when the time came. This kind of addiction of getting something for nothing should be enjoyed as soon as possible.

Such a move was very necessary, because the owner of the wooden house was indeed not Mr.

Lupin.

After all, the place where the wooden house was located was not the suburbs of London that Hector imagined, nor was it a series of places such as the Scottish plains.

The wooden house was not in the UK, but across a long, long distance, all the way to Albania, a country bordering Greece and across the sea from Italy.

It was a country with a hot climate, abundant rainfall, and a distinct subtropical Mediterranean climate.

The dense jungle is the characteristic of this country. In the jungle, there are hunter's cabins of various shapes and sizes. The one where Hector and Wendel stopped was a deserted one that was rarely visited by people.

This was the first point that Hector did not expect.

Since the location of the cabin is so sensitive, its owner is naturally very clear to us. Of course, if Hector has thought of it, he will naturally think of it. In fact, he has already thought of it now.

The owner of the cabin is our dear Mr. Tom Riddle, a man who should not be in such a form. The second point that Hector did not expect is that Voldemort is not what he imagined. He is still a poor, helpless ghost. On the contrary, although Voldemort's magic power is weak and his body is weak, he exists in reality.

A gasping Voldemort who still has residual power walked out of the jungle not far away, followed by a thick and ferocious snake.

They walked towards the wooden house, while Hector, the uninvited guest in the wooden house, and Wendel, who was still in a coma, still knew nothing about it.