Harry Potter and the Rebirth

In a dim room, the only source of light is the flickering candlelight. Grindelwald looks happy, tapping the wooden table in front of him with his slender fingers. Dumbledore suddenly sends a message asking them to meet at the old place. What could it be?

Grindelwald dropped the work at hand. He had just controlled the mind of a Muggle in Lombard Street, England (the symbol of the British money market, equivalent to Wall Street in the United States), and got a lot of interesting ideas from it. It must be said that in this regard, Muggles are hundreds of years ahead of wizards.

He really couldn't wait to tell Dumbledore all his plans. They could realize the plans they had when they were young through peaceful evolution. All the bright future was right before their eyes. Grindelwald felt excited and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling.

A familiar red light flashed by, and Grindelwald forced himself to stand still, but he was not under the control of his master, and the upturned corners of his mouth still exposed his master's thoughts to others.

Who knew that Dumbledore brought a weak patient.

"Come and take a look. Is there any hope for his condition?"

The two had been infatuated with each other for a few months when they were young, and during this time they had a deeper understanding of each other. Dumbledore knew that Grindelwald's insights into the dark arts and curses were much deeper than his.

Grindelwald realized the urgency of the situation from Dumbledore's expression. He leaned in to take a look. Under the dim light, he could only see that the color was a little off.

The fluorescent light flickered, and Dumbledore raised his wand. The tip of the old wand emitted a dazzling light, which soon exposed all the shadows in this small place.

Grindelwald glanced nostalgically at his old partner, then turned his attention to the man lying on the table.

The face was very young and handsome. She seemed somewhat familiar with him, but his hair was now gray, with only a few strands of black hair. His lips, which should have been rosy, had turned dark purple.

Dumbledore lifted the sleeve of one of Sirius' arms and looked at the densely packed runes on it. He couldn't help but gasp. The lines that were supposed to be fixed seemed to have life at this moment. They kept shaking in a small range, and then some began to fade. They didn't disappear, but began to penetrate into the bone marrow.

Grindelwald had never seen such a difficult situation before. He had a way to cast even the most evil spells, but now -

Dumbledore took out a stone from his chest and handed it to Grindelwald. "If you add the Philosopher's Stone, you are somewhat confident that you can save him from death."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. For him, who was pursuing the Deathly Hallows, the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone were both in front of him. As far as he knew, the Invisibility Cloak should also be in Dumbledore's hands.

Perhaps this is a good opportunity to test the authenticity of the legend.

He lowered his eyes, not wanting Dumbledore to see his thoughts clearly. He took the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore's hand, and then began to draw complex and mysterious patterns in the air with his wand. Even Dumbledore only understood half of it, and he didn't even recognize many of the runes.

It was dark all around, and Sirius felt as if he had gained warmth he had never had before. It should be his childhood, when he was happily riding his broom around the house, and a little man was stumbling on the ground, constantly shouting, "Brother, brother."

There was a woman sitting on the sofa next to them. She had a very kind expression on her face and looked at the two little ones playing with love. Next to her stood a house-elf dressed in clothes.

He wanted to see clearly, so he did so.

He moved his perspective to the bottom, looking at the child's tender face, Sirius felt unusually familiar, yes, it was Regulus Black. His only impression of him now was the constant quarrels between them due to different ideas, and the disappointed look in his eyes.

Sirius suddenly felt his heart begin to ache.

Then his lovely brother immediately turned into that monster. Countless eyes looked at him at the same time, and Sirius felt himself locked in place.

"Oh, child, do not be afraid of me—"

Millions of mouths spoke at the same time, all kinds of voices mixed into the same sound. Sirius closed his eyes gently, forcing himself to adapt to this inhuman feeling.

"You finally chose this path."

"Will you keep your promise?" Sirius asked with his eyes closed. When he thought about this scene now, he still felt genuinely disgusted.

"Of course, you have done so much for us and have made outstanding contributions, so you will be rewarded."

Sirius couldn't help but feel his stomach acid rising up, and then he began to dry heave.

"Did I really do all this?"

Sirius opened his eyes and saw bright light all around him: the blue sky, white clouds, grass swaying in the wind, and dandelions floating in the air. He looked down at his hands, which had become pure white, even tender.

He touched his cheek, which was so cute and elastic, and looked down at his short legs, which were covered with a pair of cute blue jeans with a yellow duck pattern embroidered on his knees.

He was wearing small green Crocs with two furry bunny ears on the pointed ends of the shoes. His upper body was changed into a yellow jacket with a white short-sleeved shirt underneath with a pink Mickey Mouse pattern on it.

"I'm-"

"Oh, do you like it?"

Suddenly, a man in a white skirt came over. He had golden hair draped over his shoulders and a silver crown on his hair.

Sirius was a little surprised. He wondered why he suddenly became like this? And -

"You? Who are you?"

"I, I've changed my appearance, can't you recognize me?"

Just like teasing a cute pet, the man circled around Sirius, looking him up and down. The more he looked, the cuter he seemed, and then he picked him up.

Sirius cried out, and his two little arms unconsciously hugged the man's neck. Then he felt as if he had suddenly arrived in the sky, and the feeling of weightlessness filled his whole body. Then a hearty laugh pierced his eardrums.

He curled up his fists in fear, and his palms were sweating a lot, "You bastard!"

Then he felt himself being caught by strong arms, and he felt full of security. This, this feeling was - father.