Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Then, all these things happened one after another, and Mr. Weasley was in a panic. He first used secret channels to tell Dumbledore what had happened here, then comforted the children, told them to keep it a secret, hurried into the kitchen to eat a few bites of dinner, then put on his clothes, and went into the fireplace at home. This matter was of great importance, and he had to go there in person.

After listening to Ron's description of what happened, Harry came to the garden. The gnomes inside were still jumping around tirelessly, burrowing into the soil and coming out again, just like fish living in water, free and unfettered.

Harry was a little impatient. At times like this, he was like a fly, harmless but annoying.

Ugh--

No, Harry stared at the goblins carefully. One of them threw mud carelessly, and mud flew all over the sky. Some of it accidentally splashed onto Harry's clothes.

If this soil is corrosive and just like the one in that mysterious space, then why can they still live here so well and be so lively?

What is the reason for this?

Harry used a tool to dig up the soil. The tool was intact, but there was some soil on it. A little goblin stumbled towards Harry, then fell on his shoes with a plop. He moved his feet and found that the goblin was not afraid of him.

Harry didn't have time to exchange emotions with a little guy. He picked up the goblin and threw it far away.

"Did you find anything?"

The sky has not yet completely darkened. The days on summer nights are long and hot. If it rains, the hot and humid climate is really uncomfortable.

The sky in the middle is painted with a layer of navy blue, with some light gold edging in the distance, then transitioning to azure blue, and finally black paint is gradually added in. That side of the sky has turned completely black, with a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the sun and the moon in the same sky.

Harry squatted on the ground and looked up. Ron was wearing his brother's baggy clothes and slippers, coming into the garden.

"The goblins are fine."

Harry pointed at the little guys making trouble in the garden and said, "Then please chase them away first."

Ron took Harry's second-hand wand from inside the house, "I know you are the best at these spells."

Harry patted the dirt on his palms and put the tools on the ground beside him. Under the dim light in the house, Ron could only see seven or eight graceful parabolas, and then heard a heavy sound of landing.

"This, is this the end?"

Ron was a little stunned. He remembered the scene where he fought those little guys for 300 rounds even though he was holding a magic wand.

"Well, what if?"

"Okay~_~"

"Ouch", a faint cry came from a distance. The poor little goblin had just climbed up from the ground when he was pressed down again by his brothers and sisters. Just like kebabs in a barbecue shop, one next to the other, gravity pressed them down one by one.

"Hey! Do you need us?"

The Weasley twins rode out of the house on a worn-out broomstick and hovered over the garden. Fred took a wand that appeared from nowhere and shouted, "Lumos!"

The entire garden was illuminated in an instant. The illumination was so wide and strong that the other three people were unable to open their eyes.

"Hey, can you dim the lights a little?"

Ginny opened the window in her room, with her arms folded, wearing a white pajamas, her bright red hair draped over her shoulders, wet and obviously not dried.

"Little Ginny, go find your mother and blow dry your hair."

George flew over on his broom and came face to face with his sister through a window.

"No, I have sister Becky."

Harry's slender figure appeared behind Ginny, her hair long and delicate, her slender fingers like fine white porcelain. She gently smoothed Ginny's messy hair, and then smeared a layer of white substance on Ginny's red embroidered hair.

George smiled awkwardly and flew to Fred's side. The light was already dim at this time and Fred's magic power was a little bit exhausted. George took over and followed the path Harry was looking for like a light, illuminating the road ahead of him bit by bit.

Harry searched the entire garden. This was ordinary soil. It did not show any devouring properties or the ability to turn into snowflakes at any time.

He put his wand down helplessly and relaxed his whole body. A stream of magic in his body uncontrollably flowed into the second-hand wand, and then a stream of white magic emerged from the tip of the wand in the form of a thin line, hitting the ground in the garden directly.

Soon, in full view of everyone, the soil changed from ordinary to darker in color and became increasingly viscous. Then, a handful of crystal snowflakes appeared in the scorching heat.

"Cool, Harry, what kind of magic is this?" Fred controlled the flying broom and landed gently on the ground. People gathered around. George floated above everyone. They looked at this thing that was not in line with common sense.

Harry's heart skipped a beat and he stared at the wand that was given to him by Dumbledore.

Only Dumbledore could allow him to use the wand without any burden. It was he who told him that the wand had no trace, fearing that something might happen to him during the holidays.

"this--"

Ron also recalled a detail at that time. He was very angry with the goblins and cast several mischievous spells at them. Several of them disappeared in mid-air. The only one that looked good was hit by the oncoming clods of earth. The clods of earth scattered everywhere and some of them splashed on him.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, Harry shook his head imperceptibly, and Ron shut his mouth.

Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first.

"What are you doing? Why are you all gathered here? It's so lively."

Dudley came back from outside and as soon as he entered the Burrow, he greeted Molly who was leaning against the door and nodded slightly.

Then I saw that the people who were supposed to be in the house were gathered in the garden, and there was a wizard-brand light bulb hanging from the top. This was really interesting.

His voice drew everyone's attention to him, which made him a little embarrassed.

"Look at yourselves, don't look at me, what on earth is going on?"

Dudley moved closer and saw the handful of crystal white snow. He glanced at Harry.

"How did you bring this thing here?"

"Not me, you know what this is, and you know how it's transported."

Faced with Dudley's questioning, Harry took the initiative.

Dudley smiled softly.