Harry Potter and the Rebirth

With a creaking sound, Dudley's bed groaned a few times as it could not bear the weight. The mountain of flesh turned over, and the two green bean-sized eyes on the top were now glowing faintly.

Neville hadn't come back yet, and a corner of a note was sticking out from under his bed. He must have forgotten to bring the password.

The two people on Ron's bed turned their heads and saw the man's huge movements through the layers of curtains. Their expressions became alert and their gazes were so scorching that they almost burned a few holes in it.

Dudley ignored the people around him and as soon as his thick, wide hands touched Harry's clothes, he immediately let out a howl in extreme pain, but his thick, short fingers did not have any scars. Instead, he held his head and howled.

Ron seemed to be thinking about something, while Seamus got out of bed, walked up to Dudley and looked at him unkindly. Ron was shocked, thinking that this young man was too brave, and quickly pulled him aside.

Dudley sighed heavily, looking a little worried.

Dumbledore stuffed the letter in his hand into a drawer beside him, reached out and pinched the pile of cockroaches that had been jumping on the desk, and fed them into his mouth at once, revealing an expression of enjoyment. Then he took a sip of the black tea beside him. The porcelain was exquisite, and the picture was detailed, with fine gold strokes, and a mixture of blue and cyan. It seemed to be porcelain from China.

Then he slowly walked to the side of the portrait, his whole body floating in the air, and then slowly went up. The space of the principal's office seemed infinitely large at this time, and he kept flying up until he saw the first row of portraits.

The portrait frame has been returned to its original place. One and Three now emit a faint golden light. Dumbledore approaches, and his frameless glasses reflect the luster of silver metal ore.

Suddenly, a face appeared in the first portrait, which was very familiar, and the two people looked at each other awkwardly in this unusual way.

Let’s not talk about the embarrassment here for now. It was not until Harry became the headmaster that he learned about the situation at that time from the portraits of the headmasters. He mocked them for it for a long time. Who would have thought that the two most powerful people in the world would meet in such a unique way.

Godric's Hollow, passing through the Muggle residence in front, you will come to the place where wizards live. The most eye-catching is the statue in the middle. The Potter Monument looks like an obelisk with names engraved on it from a distance, but when you walk closer, it becomes a statue in the shape of the Potter family of three. The Potters are snuggling with each other, and Lily is holding the baby Harry in her arms.

The snow on top had not melted yet. Lily held little Harry in her arms with a gentle look, as if all of Lily's motherly love had been poured into the stone, turning the hard stone into a mother's identity, making it appear exceptionally soft.

James Potter's hair was still messy and very resolute. People passed by here in a hurry. Occasionally someone looked up with regret, but more people were used to this statue and were running around tiredly in their own lives.

Obviously, Molly Velez is one of them. They are unwilling to accept the assistance from the Ministry of Magic, Sirius and Dumbledore. Instead, they are living in a house here temporarily in the form of loans. It is obvious that they are not very adapted to the life here. The familiar neighbors have gone their separate ways, and the huge debt is weighing on their heads. Maintaining a basic standard of living has become a fantasy at this time, and they are even more stretched when buying things.

Molly's bloated body was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, with a basket on her arm. In the basket were rare vegetables and a large amount of meat. This was the food for their family of three for the day. The land in front of their house had not been cultivated yet, and winter had come. The hard soil, heavy snow, and the Cornish elves running rampant in front of the door made them temporarily give up the idea of ​​growing vegetables.

It has to be said that if wizards' spells cannot be used to confuse Muggles and make them provide food for free, their pitiful magic power will not be enough to maintain their basic life.

Mr. Veles tried to use his magic to move the entire house of the Burrow over, but it was obviously like a stream and the sea arm wrestling, with the support point of their elbows being a hot, newly laid egg. For one thing, there was no magic, and for another, using too much force would cause the house to break.

The family still has a hope in their hearts, hoping to return to their original peaceful life and return to that simple but warm home.

Their son Bill once invited them to the shell cottage he had built, but the Velez couple flatly refused, as they did not want to burden their child.

Against the howling wind and snow, the sky seemed particularly dark at this time. Large chunks of snow fell down and fell along the pine needles next to them onto the surrounding soil, forming a thick layer, adding an extra layer of warmth for the snake sleeping underneath.

We soon arrived home. The dim light in the house shone through the bright windows onto the snow outside, adding a touch of homely warmth to the cold weather. Some decorations inside the house were faintly printed on the thick snow, like a blooming green plant waving its branches, and a transparent glass cup, sparkling with colorful colors under the light.

There was a little girl with red hair inside, who was lying obediently on the dining table. The hard wooden table squeezed out a small piece of flesh on the little girl's cheeks, which made her look soft and extraordinarily cute.

Molly's cold expression suddenly warmed up. She pushed the door open and a gust of snow outside blew into the house. When it hit the warm floor in the house, it instantly melted into a pool of water.

"Ginny, are you hungry? Mommy will cook right away." Molly seemed a little guilty.

Ginny responded obediently, her tender hands playing with a letter from Ron at school. Her face was full of ill intentions, her bright eyes rolled around, and countless ideas popped up in her mind in an instant.

Errol's feathers were all wet, leaving a lot of water stains on the dining table. He panted and put his head on the hard table. He looked very tired, and the feathers on his chest heaved violently. It was obvious that delivering letters in the wind and snow was not an easy task. It was an extremely arduous challenge for an old owl like him.

Ginny wrapped Errol in the towel beside her and wiped his body. Errol pecked Ginny with his mouth in gratitude.

Molly, who put the dishes into the kitchen, also noticed this. She sighed, then cast a warming spell to evaporate all the moisture on it.