Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The two of them walked to the Burrow one after the other.

Ron sat on the sofa, listening to the noise coming from behind, and gave Harry a reproachful look.

Harry felt a little embarrassed. He seemed to say, I'll be back soon.

Harry's height became shorter and shorter under Ron's resentful eyes.

Seeing that Harry had obviously forgotten, Ron sighed and said, "Okay, okay, it looks like something else has happened."

"The house is almost built, and you can move in after a while, but - do you want to stay in my house for a while?"

Harry quickly agreed. Home is where the family is. For him now, building that house is just to fill a gap in his heart, which is the peaceful and happy life he should have had.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Ron remembered something, he walked to the side of the sofa and took out two letters.

"This letter was sent to us by Hermione. There's something wrong with it." Ron swallowed. The words between the lines were obviously normal, but why was the trembling handwriting so frightening?

After hearing this, Harry immediately took the letter that Ron handed over. The envelope had been opened. There was a bright red oil stamp with a unique style on it. There was no magical fluctuation on the paper, and the text was just a very normal greeting.

Hermione just asked in the letter that she wanted to come to the Burrow as soon as possible. Her parents had already agreed, but she didn't know when she could come here.

Harry looked at the smooth writing and beautiful font. Everything seemed normal, except for the small dots after each word. He felt something was wrong. The slight touch did not affect the reading of the entire envelope.

Harry sat on the sofa and began to look for a pattern, and Ron leaned over.

Dudley looked at the two close friends and felt a little disappointed. He knew they were so close that they could wear the same pants, right? In his memory, Harry and Ron had spent their youth together, as well as countless difficulties and twists and turns afterwards.

Dudley walked up the stairs and someone blocked his way. He looked up and saw it was Harry.

"Why do you go to the cemetery so often lately?"

Dudley's heart tightened, and he didn't have the energy to make any more arguments. He disappeared from Harry's sight, and appeared in front of the Weasley twins from the sky.

The twins were quiet at the moment, they were doing their own little experiment, Dudley's sudden appearance made George's hands tremble, and a small mushroom cloud suddenly appeared in the room.

Dudley acted quickly and pulled Fred, who was standing there in a daze, to stand in front of him.

Very good, Dudley picked his ears and found that there was no trace of black smoke or dirty parts on his body. He clapped his hands in satisfaction, then ran away.

The Weasley brothers have always played tricks on others, but have never been played a prank like this before.

George laughed angrily, "Huh!?" He looked at Fred.

"Fuck him!"

Fred nodded grimly.

"Fuck him."

Two black men from Africa smiled at each other, revealing their big white teeth. What era is it now? They are still using Muggle physical defense and are too stingy to even cast a defensive spell. They deserve to be punished.

Compared to the joyful atmosphere here with the Weasley twins, there was no progress at all here with Harry and Ron.

"I'll ask my mom if she'd be willing to let Hermione live here for a while."

"No need, let's go to my place." Harry decided. The house had just been renovated. It was not good for the three of them to bother the Weasley family frequently, but they could come over often.

"You can come stay at my house, and we—"

The boys' spiritual connection made them forget all these things in an instant. "Since it has been decided, I will write a letter to invite Hermione over. I will probably move out in the next few days, and you have to come with me -"

"It's time for dinner—"

Molly came out of the kitchen and howled, and a little elf popped out from behind him. He was wearing relatively neat clothes, had big eyes, and two pointed ears tucked on the sides of his head.

"More than?"

Harry saw Dobby and asked, "Didn't I tell you to go back and have a good rest?"

"Dobby couldn't sit still when he thought about the huge salary he had to take out."

Dobby then disappeared from the spot with a snap. He was actually disobeying his master's orders, but he was a free elf, and whether to work or not was his own choice.

Harry smiled helplessly.

"Brother, you can do it." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder. It was a remarkable thing that a little elf like Dobby who yearned for freedom could work sincerely for Harry.

"Tell me the truth, where did you kidnap him from?" Ron winked at Harry.

Harry called Hedwig, who pecked Harry's head in dissatisfaction.

"It was an accident, an accident." Harry laughed and let the matter go.

"Good girl, good girl, I'll trouble you one more thing. Please deliver this letter to Hermione's home." Harry couldn't help but beg Hedwig for mercy. Her sharp beak made Harry's forehead feel a little painful.

"Good boy, sit at the table and eat."

Molly brought to the table the fried potatoes that were crispy and juicy, as well as the roasted sausages that were juicy and fragrant, the soft sandwiches, the fresh and juicy vegetable salads sprinkled with milky white salad dressing, and the golden, crispy, tender and crispy egg tarts, which automatically floated to the table one by one.

Next came steaming hot cocoa, cold orange juice and strawberry juice. Mrs. Weasley cooked a pot of vegetable soup from China. The cabbage was stewed until soft, and there were some golden fried eggs and white tofu lightly sunk in the bottom of the soup, with a layer of finely chopped green onions and bright red wolfberries floating on top.

Harry couldn't help swallowing, and Ron couldn't wait to sit down at the dining table, picked up a grilled sausage, squeezed a large dollop of ketchup on it, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with satisfaction.

People upstairs came down one after another, and Mr. Weasley also arrived home. At this moment, except for two needles of the clock hanging on the wall, all the rest pointed to being at home.

"Let us first thank Molly for her hard work in preparing such a large table of dishes—"

"Thank you, Mom," "Thank you, Ma'am—"

There was a chorus of thanks at the table, and then it became silent except for the sound of knives and forks colliding with plates. Everyone was frantically stuffing food into their stomachs. The Weasley twins, who had been planning revenge just now, threw all that out of their minds at this moment.