Time travel is not uncommon, but rebirth is worthless.
These days, Harry's older brothers, younger sisters, and younger sisters are running around, the plot is messed up, the supporting characters are turned into supporting characters, and a lot of cannon fodder are created, which is a waste of precious wizard resources in the magical world.
So I won the lottery, died inexplicably and woke up as Harry's brother. Fortunately, the handsome man swung Harry into the savior with a swing of his wooden stick, and swung me to Death Street in Country A.
Pretending to be a dumb cannon, pretending to be an ordinary person, blending in the crowd and pretending to be deaf and mute, I thought I would spend the rest of my life like this, but unexpectedly, the little savior didn't want me to stay out of the matter, and dragged me into the sea, turning me into a drowned rat of Harry's brand.
Ahem, this article is written by a mainstream CP professor. The protagonist is the protagonist. If you don't like it, please click on the ecstasy red cross on the upper right. Of course, other people's JQ will be there, and there will be ambiguity.
As for the issue of article updates, if there are daily updates, then you must have entered the wrong place, so it will probably be updated several times a few days...