Harry Potter and the Rebirth

This is the cemetery behind the church. Dudley has been staying there for the past few days. At this moment, he is turning around a tombstone.

Should we do this?

Is this a bit bad? But achieving the goal by any means necessary has always been his standard.

But he had Harry's memories, and he also had feelings for James and Lily, and a bit of admiration for them, so he was half a son to them. How could he dig up someone else's grave?

fuck!

Why does he have to do everything? This does not violate the agreement between Dumbledore and him. Everything he does hurts Hogwarts but does not hurt Harry.

For the first time, Dudley felt a sense of conscience, and he always felt that something was not right. This was why he had not been to the Burrow these days.

Looking at the bright sun at noon, Dudley's stomach began to growl. Forget it, eat lunch first and think about it in the afternoon.

"Why don't we just Apparate to their home? We have to walk such a long way. A fireplace will do—"

Draco was like a big golden retriever who had fallen into the water. His golden hair stuck tightly to his scalp, and the hairspray had melted a lot. He looked disheveled and sweaty, as if he had just been rescued from the water.

Lucius on the side seemed very relaxed. He had two books under his elbows and was holding his cane. He walked slowly and lightly like a gentleman, showing his grace under the scorching sun. Some people who were passing by in a hurry stopped and looked at the strange man who seemed out of tune with this world.

In the scorching heat of July and August, he was still wearing a full set of clothes, with the tailcoat hanging down at the back like a towel hung on a hook for wiping the face, without any refinement or decency at all.

Lucius, however, thought that these were all expressions of respect for him, and he enjoyed this kind of gaze very much.

Lucius didn't see anything special in those books, so he decided to generously give them to Dumbledore and get some practical benefits in return.

After all, although he is a wizard, he is also a thorough businessman. He has secretly invested in several Muggle companies and made a lot of money.

"Father--"

When Draco's resentful voice came from the side again, Lucius finally reacted. He tugged at the bow tie around his neck. It was said that this was the most fashionable thing for Muggles now. Since he had chosen Dumbledore and his retreat was blocked, he could only move forward.

The Muggle clothes on his body - no one knew better than him.

"We have to go to a place first. That place has no specific location, so we need to walk there."

"Where is it?"

Draco was exhausted from the heat and sweaty all over. He could hardly muster the energy to think about anything else. He just wanted to cool down quickly.

"Oh~ sorry, I forgot."

When Lucius saw his son's dejected look, he realized that the little wizard was not allowed to use wands during the holidays and could not cast cooling spells on himself. This made Lucius feel distressed, so he waved his wand lightly.

Draco felt better immediately.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you were trying to train me."

Lucius said nothing more. Well, this was actually a wonderful misunderstanding. It was his fault after all. If Narcissa knew about it, she would definitely not let him off easily.

"Okay, we're here."

Draco followed the direction Lucius pointed and saw a small church. The entire church was not even as big as his castle. It was decorated in tatters. There were some people in simple clothes praying devoutly inside, and from time to time, the sound of singing could be heard from inside.

"Why did we come here?"

"Not here, but behind him."

Lucius grabbed Draco's clothes and, making sure there was no one else around, Apparated to a cemetery.

They arrived at the perfect location, directly opposite the graves of James and Lily.

Lucius had a complicated expression. Among the twenty-eight pure-blood families, almost all of them were related in some way. He had even seen James Potter when he was a child. And now, because of a Muggle girl.

He thought of the statue he had just seen in the square. The magic of love? This is what Dumbledore often talked about. Is it true?

"Why are we here?"

Draco bowed slightly in front of the tombstone, then produced a bouquet of flowers and placed it respectfully in front of the tombstone.

"Come and visit."

Hmm? Draco was puzzled. This was not his father's style. He was too weak to get up early. What on earth was he going to do?

"Okay, let's go."

Lucius also bowed slightly, and a strand of hair tied at the back of his head slipped forward. He brushed his hair back, then carried Draco to the door of the Burrow and looked at Dudley who had just arrived.

"Heh," Draco sneered, then rolled up Lucius' sleeve.

Lucius understood, "You go first."

When Dudley saw Draco coming, he felt a little puzzled. Then he saw the adult standing behind him, and he had the same temperament as Draco Malfoy, who tried hard to hide his contempt for others.

Looking at the similar faces of the two people, Dudley made an inference in his mind.

He nodded slightly, then stepped into the door and said, "This guy has some personality." Lucius had never met this little guy who looked polite but was actually giving him the cold shoulder.

"Not only does he have personality, he's also quite neurotic."

"Oh?"

Lucius was a little surprised at his son's evaluation of the boy. His usual upbringing did not allow him to say bad things about others behind their backs. Of course, even if he did, he would pretend not to hear it. But today it was strange, as there was another meaning in his tone.

"What happened to him?"

Draco opened his mouth and wanted to confess all his misdeeds, but due to some restrictions, he could only puff up his chest angrily and remain silent.

"Okay, don't be angry, let's go in."

Lucius patted Draco on the shoulder, signaling him not to be too angry. It was not worth getting angry for others.

When Draco came into the living room, he looked at the food on the table that he had never seen before. In fact, he felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would have accepted Harry's invitation and come here for a big meal, and it would be best if he could eat Ron's family bankrupt.

The adults gathered together to discuss things, and the children also had their own space.

When Fudge saw his financial sponsor coming in, a bright smile appeared on his face, and then he came up to Lucius with wrinkles on his face.

Lucius dealt with it with some impatience, his task was not yet completed.