Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"What do you mean by that?" Dudley frowned, and Zhou Fu returned to normal.

The four of them were in an awkward moment, and the carriage was silent. Finally, Harry pulled Harry and Dudley back to his own carriage.

Harry walked in front, attracting the attention of some people in the carriages. They talked a lot and were very curious about this strange combination. Dudley was dragged away by Harry unwillingly. Since he confessed those things to Harry in the corridor, Dumbledore knew it immediately and invited him to the office for a friendly exchange.

Harry is such a die-hard supporter of Dumbledore that he always reports everything to his headmaster first.

The Hogwarts Express arrived at the station soon. The station was noisy and bustling, with many magical creatures running around, causing loud exclamations of surprise.

Hermione's parents were waiting outside. The two Muggles stood in the middle of a group of wizards, looking a little uneasy, huddled together, holding a tall suitcase in their hands.

"Mom, Dad," Hermione threw herself into their arms and gave them a bear hug.

The lady touched Hermione's head, squatted down, and greeted her warmly, "Baby, Mommy missed you so much!"

The man next to him had excitement in his eyes and held the handle of the suitcase tightly. The exposed veins showed how excited he was at the moment.

Harry took a quick glance, his eyes full of envy. Ron and his three brothers also walked towards Molly and Mr. Weasley. Between them stood a little girl with red hair, who had been looking over here. When her eyes met Harry's, her cheeks turned as red as his hair. She immediately hid behind Molly, leaving only a pair of eyes showing, looking at Harry timidly.

Harry looked at his young wife, his heart warmed, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud. It turned out that she had fallen in love with him at such a young age. Harry hit him hard on the head and said, "Wake up, don't you know how old you are? I am a proper eleven-year-old girl."

Harry smiled sheepishly, while Dudley on the side laughed at him mercilessly. Ginny, who was hiding behind her mother, saw a girl standing next to Harry who was very close to him, and she felt uneasy, envious, and a little jealous.

"Where are we going then?"

Dudley leaned against a stone pillar with his arms crossed, becoming a little impatient waiting.

"Let's go further."

Harry knew that with his uncle's character, he would rather stay away from those people with strange clothes and strange behaviors. It was impossible for him to get close to wizards. Getting along with wizards in a friendly manner was a false proposition for him.

After saying hello to Hermione and Ron, the three of them walked forward. The crowd gradually thinned out, the sky gradually darkened, but there was still no sign of their uncle.

"Would Vernon Dursley be unwilling?"

Dudley looked around but didn't see the fat man in his memory.

"Where."

Harry stopped where he was, dragging the heavy suitcase. He raised his arm and pointed to a corner. In the corner stood a fat, middle-aged man with red cheeks and a prominent double chin. His hair was a little sparse, his eyes were small like green beans, and his fat body was about to burst his dress.

He was squatting in the corner, muttering, "I came to pick it up, but if they don't find it, it's not my fault."

The three people came closer and felt speechless after hearing what Fenon was thinking. For them, this little trick was like an ant tickling an elephant and had no lethality at all.

"Uncle——"

Harley's eyes rolled, and she came to Fenon in her black skirt, skipping and jumping.

Fenon felt that a person suddenly appeared in front of him, and her shadow covered him. When he looked up, Fenon felt dazed. He saw the shadow of Penny when she was young in this girl, but when he looked closely, he was mistaken.

When he stood up and turned around, he found that his nephew had arrived, and next to him stood a thin, tall and handsome boy who was as handsome as Harry.

This boy also made him feel familiar. How come he looked so much like him? Fei Nong took the three children to the car. When he received the letter from the so-called principal, he felt very unhappy, even though there was gold attached to it, even though it was only for a week.

But when he saw the two extra people, Fenon was not so resistant. This inexplicable sense of familiarity made him unable to help but get close to them.

"Ahem," Harry was sitting in the passenger seat while Harry and Dudley were sitting in the back seat, Vernon coughed twice to attract their attention.

"that--"

He didn't know how to start. His heart was beating faster than usual. When the other two people introduced themselves, one of them said his name was Dudley, the same name as his son. If his child was not at home now and the fat had not been stubbornly stuck on his body for a long time, he would definitely suspect that his son was also a wizard and went to the same school as the kid he hated the most.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Fenon was dizzy from these shouts. Actually, in his original imagination, he would have a happy family and a lovely son. His son would be like him, handsome, considerate, and good at studying.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, fasten your seat belt." Vernon asked with concern in an awkward manner. He stepped on the accelerator a few more times. He had never felt so eager to go home. He wanted to ask Penny, maybe this was the child he had left behind.

Dudley was filled with disgust. He inherited Harry's memory of being bullied in that family. When he was not even as tall as the table, he had to make breakfast for his family on a stool. His huge uncle was his childhood nightmare. The feeling of being irresistible, powerless, and having his life and death in the hands of others reminded him of some bad things.

Harley hasn't spoken since she got in the car. Half of her face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see her expression, and the other half was expressionless.

The person with the least thoughts in the car was Harry. Now that he saw Vernon, he no longer had that kind of resentment and dissatisfaction in his heart. Maybe it was because he had experienced too much, jumping between life and death repeatedly, and he had no special feelings for these insignificant things.

Looking out the car window, the sky has turned dark, vehicles are coming and going on the road, the lights are on, the whole city is prosperous, and everyone has a good life.