Harry Potter and the Rebirth

It was very busy outside. Harry leaned against the window and looked down. The Weasley twins had woken up. They were leaning against the outer wall of their house with their heads together, communicating something.

Percy followed his father and dealt with all kinds of people. Fudge looked solemn at this time. He frowned and looked at the snow blanket in the garden. Even in the scorching heat of July, there was no sign of melting.

Harry had woken up by now. She and Ginny were squatting in a small corner of the garden, sticking their wands in through the fence outside, fiddling with something. Harry observed carefully and found that sparks were coming out of the tip of her wand.

Ginny was clapping in a small circle on the side, looking very excited. She was not afraid of this thing that suddenly appeared at all. She was not afraid of this thing that suddenly appeared at all.

When she saw the flames blending with the snow, the snow became more and more, and the flames became bigger and bigger, just like a cat smelling catnip and coming closer.

How daring it was, an underage wizard using a wand outside of school in front of the Minister of Magic, very Gryffindor-like.

Fudge walked to the side and saw Dumbledore squatting in the snow. He shook his fat body, then carefully stepped over the fence and squatted down as well.

Harry took a quick look around. Some people from the Ministry of Magic had come, as well as two or three professors from Hogwarts. Grindelwald had also come in disguise.

This is really, really lively.

Harry woke up Ron who was sleeping soundly beside him, "Brother, wake up! You're going to be late for school!"

"What!" Ron, who was sleepy, jumped out of bed when he heard Harry's voice. He turned to look at the alarm clock beside him, which showed 9:15, and then jumped to the floor immediately.

He searched for his slippers for a long time but couldn't find them. He was so anxious that he almost cried.

"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!"

The string in Ron's mind was firmly taut. This was a habit he developed in China in his previous life. Even after coming to the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and enjoying several years of happy education, the string in his mind was not erased.

"hahahahahahahahaha--"

When Ron gradually came to his senses, he saw that Harry had not moved at all, was still stroking a small green snake in his hand, and was leaning against the side laughing. Only then did he realize that he had been fooled.

"Okay!"

Ron didn't care about his fear of snakes at this time. He stepped on the floor with his toes and rushed straight towards Harry, aiming at his armpits. "I'll let you scare me. I'll let you scare me."

The little snake wisely slipped down while the two were fighting.

The two of them packed up and went downstairs. Mrs. Molly was preparing lunch in the kitchen at that moment. The potatoes on the chopping board automatically jumped in front of the peeler, shed their skins, and turned into small pieces, which jumped into the boiling pot where beef brisket was stewed, with a few bright red radishes floating on top.

"smell good!"

Ron rushed to the kitchen. He had achieved some success in this family over the past few years. For example, Chinese food, beef brisket stewed with potatoes. This delicacy originated in Hungary, was introduced to the Soviet Union, flourished there, and then introduced to China, where it was deeply loved by the people.

Ron knew all these origins, so without exposing himself, he picked out some of his favorite dishes, and he really wanted to pair them with a bowl of fragrant Northeastern rice.

Ron turned his head and looked at the stove beside him. He smelled the fragrance of rice. It was so fragrant!

Harry glanced at Ron. Hmm - could he be Chinese? Harry glanced at the red string on his wrist and confirmed his guess. He thought about it and remembered the cave he saw in the Himalayas and the door inside the cave. Is there any connection between them?

Harry sat at the dining table nearby. The little guy in the cage yesterday had disappeared from the house. He wished him good luck. Harry didn't think anything would have a good ending at the hands of Snape.

Harry carefully examined the wand in his hand. Although it was not as good as his own holly wand, it was also very suitable. What happened last night must be related to this wand. Headmaster Dumbledore——

Harry walked out with his wand. He wanted to talk to Dumbledore in private. Some things were not suitable to be said in person. When he talked about some things in front of everyone yesterday, he used a vague approach and passed over the matter.

Draco was very bored at home at this moment. The luxurious manor, the wide lawn, the luxurious fountain on the lawn, the white peacocks drinking water around the fountain, the gorgeous castle, the sensible and thoughtful house-elves, the delicious food at hand, all of this was a bit commonplace. Draco sighed, lying on the sofa in the living room, playing with a book in his hands.

"stand up--"

Lucius, dressed in formal attire and holding a book between his elbows, walked slowly down the spiral staircase and saw his son lying on the sofa in the living room without any manners at all, which made him a little angry.

"Well, Father."

Draco sat up immediately and resumed his usual reserved demeanor. Lucius felt a little disappointed with his son when he saw his son in such a depressed state, but he couldn't change his usual philosophy of doting on him.

"Come on, come with me to the Burrow, which is where the Weasley family lives, and Harry Potter is also there."

Draco jumped up from the sofa with an expression of uncontrollable joy on his face.

"Don't be sincere, believe in interests."

Lucius frowned and taught him that if the other party had some merits, it didn't matter if he put a little sincerity in, after all, the other party was not a fool, but he couldn't put all of his sincerity in.

"When you get to the Burrow, see if you can convince Harry Potter and the two people around him to come to Malfoy Manor. Isn't our home better than that shabby house?"

Now that he has clearly stood on Dumbledore's side, even though it is not what he wants, he still has to add some weight to his side. His relationship with Harry is a good bargaining chip, otherwise the old guy will be proud again.

Day by day, the search for contraband led them to his home. It turned out to be the poor red-haired Weasley. Fortunately, Draco was smart and moved the thing out in advance. He didn't know where he put it, but it had nothing to do with him anyway.

Draco had a pretty good idea of ​​what Lucius was thinking. Although their original intentions for doing this were different, he and his father had the same goal as never before.