Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry and Ron whispered to each other in the back. Later, Ron nodded in dissatisfaction, and then suddenly stopped where he was, as if he remembered something, and looked back, "What's wrong? Why did you stop suddenly?"

"Why isn't Hermione following?"

"Oh, no, I thought she went with us?"

The two ran back again. Dudley looked back and Thomas pulled at his clothes. "What happened to them? Do we need to go back and take a look?"

"It's okay, don't worry about them." Dudley waved his hand, took Thomas, and continued walking towards the castle. When passing by Hagrid's hut, he made a detour and knocked heavily on his door.

Hagrid opened the door, still a little panicked, like a thief. He glanced outside a few more times, and felt a little relieved when he saw the little Gryffindor boy in front of him and the Hufflepuff standing not far away.

He asked gruffly, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to tell you that Harry and the other two ran to the Forbidden Forest."

"What!" Hagrid was horrified and hurried back into the house, picked up his coat, and then locked the door several times in front of Dudley. Anyone would find this a bit mysterious, and Dudley was no exception. He curiously looked into the house through the window.

"Go, go!" Hagrid drove them all away, and at the same time took Fang, who was resting at the door, and hurriedly ran in the direction Dudley pointed.

The three of them haven't come here for a long time. I wonder why? Hagrid thought a little frustrated.

On this side, Ron and Harry ran for a few steps and then walked slowly, because they saw a petite figure squatting on the lawn in the distance, wondering what they were studying.

"What are you doing?"

Hermione was so focused at the moment that she was startled by the sudden sound. The small bottle in her hand fell on the lawn, but was caught by the soft grass. The bottle then rolled onto the soil, scaring a pair of ants below so much that they changed the direction of their walk.

Harry picked it up curiously. It was a small transparent glass bottle, stopped by a ginger-colored wooden stopper, with some pink gas flowing slowly inside.

He frowned immediately and kept playing with it in his hands. "Could it be that Dudley really directed and acted this out himself? What is his purpose?"

“Who directed and acted in it?”

Ron heard it but didn't understand it. Hermione also looked thoughtful. She walked around the area, her mind clearly racing. "Why does this thing look so familiar? Where have I seen it before?"

Harry suddenly remembered that frightening day. Everyone's memory was changed all of a sudden, even Dumbledore was no exception. Could it be done by just one person? There must be accomplices in Hogwarts, and they should be among them.

"Actually, don't tell me, I think he looks familiar."

Ron assumed a deep posture, stroking his chin with his right hand. Then, as if it was not enough, he changed his hand and continued groping.

Hermione hit him hard on the head, "We are thinking! Are you here to make fun of us?"

Ron chuckled and squatted on the ground pretending to be serious. It was obvious that he didn't care about Hermione's scolding. At the same time, he was proud of it and felt that it was a compliment to himself.

Harry looked at it and felt that it looked familiar. It felt like the Weasley twins were possessed.

"Hermione, how did you find out?"

"I actually think there's something wrong with this matter. It should be Dudley who notified you." Hermione knew that there was no sound around, but Harry suddenly knew it, so it could only be that kind of magical function.

"Hmm..." Harry nodded to indicate that it was true.

"Those guys seem very weak, but Dudley is very strong. He wouldn't call you over for such a small matter."

Ron nodded in agreement. How could a man who had confronted the professor without losing the upper hand and made Dumbledore so worried be besieged by a few young wizards who had not yet graduated? But was he really that powerful? There were six or seven people on the other side.

"That--"

"It was much quieter when I arrived, Harry, and you were arguing with that big guy."

Harry's cheeks suddenly felt hot.

"Then I saw this little bottle fall off the Hufflepuff."

what!

Harry suspected all the Slytherins, but no one suspected this seemingly gentle, kind and harmless little jar.

"Could you have seen it wrong?"

Ron couldn't believe it at all, he looked like a good kid.

"Do you doubt my eyes?"

Hermione turned and looked him in the eye, while Ron stared at the grass, watching it sway in the wind.

"Come to think of it, he seemed to be in the infirmary the day I woke up."

“This person’s identity is not simple.”

"Oh, no, no, it's just a small bottle, right?" Ron took the bottle from Harry's hand, held it close to his eyes, and stared at it carefully.

"This is very common. Aren't some of the potions we prepare also like this? Except this one is gas, right?"

"What do you know?" Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, took the bottle from his hand, and fumbled with her slender white fingers on the transparent glass bottle, staring at the swirling pink gas and fell into deep thought.

Harry understood, but he couldn't explain it clearly to Ron. After everything happened that day, a thick pink fog changed everyone's memory except him. Could it be because of the mysterious space in his head?

"Do you think it's possible? Our memories have all been modified." Harry threw out the question that he had suppressed in his heart for a long time, eager to get different opinions from his two friends.

"How is that possible?" Ron answered firmly, "I have never heard of such powerful magic. Even if there is, even Dumbledore cannot perform it."

"What about someone more powerful than Dumbledore?" Harry asked persistently.

"Uh--" Ron immediately realized something. Where exactly is the setting of the combat power ceiling in this fan fiction?

Seeing that Ron remained silent, Harry became even more worried.

"Harry, based on my understanding over the past six months, it is very difficult to change the memory of everyone at the same time. However, it is much easier to confuse the memory of one person alone. You might as well think about it from a different perspective."

Hermione stood there, radiating light as she spoke these words. Harry suddenly opened his eyes wide. He felt that he had been trapped in a misunderstanding for more than half a year, being led step by step. What was true and what was false in everything he had experienced in the past six months?