Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry seemed a little embarrassed when he was writing. There were a few wrong words in his fluent language. After writing a sentence, he would put a dot at the end of both the comma and the period, which made Hermione read it haltingly.

No, this is not Harry's, Ron wrote it for Harry.

The following content (written by Ron).

"First of all, on behalf of Mrs. Weasley, I invite you to the Burrow. Of course, this is just an advance notice. Mrs. Weasley will send another letter to discuss it in detail with your parents."

Wow, I can go to a wizard's house! Hermione was slightly excited.

"Let's get back to the point. There are two things I may need your help with. The first thing is that I hope you can send me two Bibles. If possible, I hope to see more annotations on the Bible—"

The Bible? Hermione frowned.

(Yes, I know you will be very surprised, because I am also very surprised. No matter how I force Harry, he refuses to tell the truth.)

Hermione could already imagine Ron nagging.

"There is one more thing I want to ask of you. I hope you can help me find out what is special about the book 'Dietary Summary'. The specific content of the book has been written on those letters. The letter paper has been encrypted in a special way to prevent others from knowing it. You know how to decrypt it."

Hermione thought.

Is the rest of the bunch about what's in the book? That's interesting, but it sounds like a recipe.

(Although I really don't want to write this, I still have to write it down. Harry's requests are really weird, and the things he sees are also inexplicable)

"I know you are serious and careful, and your way of thinking about problems is more meticulous. Your perspective on problems is much more comprehensive than mine. I hope to get your help on this point."

When Hermione saw this, she felt much better unconsciously. Although Harry is very powerful, I am not bad either.

Of course, these were only a small part. The rest was largely introduced to her by the two people in the letter. They told her about the strange things that happened in the Burrow a few days ago, including the mutated monster that ended up in Snape's hands, the unseasonal snow, the expanding mud, the man-eating quagmire.

Hermione couldn't wait! The adventurous gene that belonged to Gryffindor was boiling in her blood at this moment. She couldn't wait to see the things that were not described in the books she read in the school library (which Hermione had read in her first year).

Of course, deep down, she was very interested in the restricted book area, and there was also the legendary small library in the Ravenclaw common room.

Hermione put down some of the things she was doing, then sorted the copied documents in the envelopes into order and stuffed them into her folder.

I want to see what it is--

Hermione took the clip to the bed and began to read carefully page by page.

"How is it? Have you discovered anything recently?"

Gryffindor and Harry walked together beside the Black Lake. It was almost the same as in Hogwarts, except that it was extremely quiet here. There were almost no people to be seen. Occasionally, all they could see were shadows flashing across the castle windows.

"Where are the teachers?"

Harry was a little confused. When he usually came here, although there weren't many people, he could still see people walking on the lawn.

"Them," Gryffindor laughed and passed the matter over.

"Students have summer vacations, and so do teachers. Otherwise, how did they spend the past few thousand years?"

Harry suddenly realized that he had almost never thought about this problem. Subconsciously, he felt that the teachers here had already passed away and should not have any special obsession with rest.

"You mean the book—"

Harry answered Gryffindor's question, "You asked me to look for it in the Muggle world. There are some pure family libraries that do have copies of this book."

"So what's the difference between them?"

The Gryffindor tensed slightly, but luckily Harry didn't notice.

Harry was completely oblivious.

"I looked at it and even the punctuation is almost the same, really."

Gryffindor secretly rejoiced.

"So how is the renovation of your home going? Has it met your expectations? I have a few books here that you can use."

Harry shook his head. "I don't know the details. I haven't been there yet."

"Ah, why?"

"I do not dare to go."

The Gryffindor was silent, then patted Harry's shoulder heavily.

Harry sighed.

"Quick, quick! Where are the Hermanns? What are they doing now?"

Rosier anxiously paced around in the office of the U.S. Minister of Magic. The Rothschilds were about to arrive at the designated location. Although memories could be modified, such a large family could not guarantee that they would not have any special means. Although electronic equipment could malfunction, it was still hard to guard against. Aren't there a few things made by Muggles in the sky?

I'll beat him down someday, Rozier thought angrily.

The magic mirror on Rozier's desk showed traces of rippling water, and an enlarged face appeared in the original blank space.

"Where are you?"

"I'll show you a good show—"

The scene changes.

Hermann was smiling and graceful, wearing a red dress. She was holding the arm of a handsome man in a reserved manner. In her fair hands she held a delicate and small mirror. Behind the mirror was a huge emerald, surrounded by tiny yellow diamonds.

"What a good show, is it better than me——"

The magnetic voice of the man next to him came, and from Rozier's angle, he could only see the delicate jawline and the rolling Adam's apple.

Is she going to pick up men?

Rozier had a strange look on his face, but he couldn't hide his admiration and praise. Wow, he caught such a big fish right away. He must be a natural talent to be in this business!

"Prettier than you~"

Herman's sweet voice came from the other side, making Rozier's ears itchy. Then, Herman took the opportunity of looking in the mirror and presented the man's face in front of Rozier.

The man let out a dull laugh.

Then they moved their heads closer together and looked into the mirror together.

They had just come out of the dance, and the man was itching to meet the beautiful female companion, but due to his status, he suppressed his desire and pretended to be reserved, then sent Hermann to the carriage she designated.

"Thank you for your hard work--"

There was someone sitting in the car, but the man didn't care. As for the driver——

The beauty in front of me is more important~

Hermann suddenly raised his hand. The man stared at the white fingers infatuatedly, put them close to his eyes, and then felt the soft touch.