Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"You were the one who did all these things before, and I didn't ask much, but I'm curious, where did you get the money to build these things? Did you spend all the gold galleons in the vault?"

Looking at Harry's slightly suspicious eyes, Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he also understood very well. After all, it seemed quite bluffing at first glance, and it would be impossible to complete it without spending piles of gold Galleons.

“So I really spent all my money.”

Harry wanted to scare her, but Harry didn't accept it.

"I am you, serious talk."

"Well, part of it comes from the sponsorship of Gryffindor relatives, and part of it, like those long corridors, ancient pavilions, and other oriental buildings, and the carp in the river, actually all come from Zhou Fu in China."

"Gryffindor, I can understand that. As far as I know, he was the one who provided the blueprint. Why would Zhou Fu give you something?"

"Um--"

Harry thought about it and decided that, apart from his handsomeness and strong personality that could persuade others to serve him, there was also the possibility that Zhou Fu had other intentions towards him, and what he wanted was far greater than what he had given him.

"Since you understand the interests involved, why don't you refuse?"

Harry was silent. Faced with someone like Zhou Fu, who was extremely hidden, had unpredictable abilities, and seemed more powerful than Dumbledore, Harry felt that rejecting her was not a good option.

"Okay~_~"

Harry found the answer in Harry's silence, so she didn't care. The large yard outside was very much to her liking, so it would be better to go outside and get some fresh air first.

Soon Harry was alone, and he looked at the open door and walked in.

In the mysterious space, the man opened the blue gate of the castle and, imitating Harry's behavior, entered the magnificent and splendid fortress from outside to inside little by little.

The two men's pace was unexpectedly consistent. The man chuckled, and Harry was thoughtful. He always felt that the steps he had just taken were not right. There was a strange feeling pulling at his limbs. It was him, but not him.

Harry continued walking forward and the man followed him, both walking the same distance apart.

Harry kept walking forward, and the end was just an ordinary wooden chair. At most, the wood used to make the chair was very valuable. Harry sat down and let out a comfortable sigh. There was a lively sound around him. The Weasley twins exclaimed, and the two of them rode on a tattered flying broom that they found from somewhere, and flew straight down from the top floor to the living room.

The man's side was empty and silent. He walked higher and higher until he finally reached the magnificent throne at the top. The purple gem was still emitting a faint halo.

"I really envy you."

Harry had a headache because the Weasley twins, who were two years older than him in this world, were standing timidly in front of him.

"Hurry up, go tell it." George poked Fred, "Whoever did it should tell it." Fred was reluctant and he muttered softly.

"What's the matter?" Harry jumped down from his chair.

"We were just careless just now. Okay, actually we were wrong."

The Weasley twins apologized to Harry, and Harry felt a little overwhelmed.

When the twins took him to the scene of the accident, Harry's blood pressure soared. Well, he should have straightened his back and accepted their apology.

This is the top floor of the entire castle. There are many tiny rooms radiating from the center of the castle, but there is only a large platform on the top. This platform is used by Harry to play indoor Quidditch. To reach the indoor Quidditch field, one needs to pass through a big door. Harry originally thought that this door would not need to be installed.

Ron suggested decorating it in a style more in line with the castle, and they both chose a door painted with many Quidditch broom stars and various elements. Harry reluctantly paid 35 gold Galleons.

As a result, Harry now looked at the low-quality wooden boards scattered everywhere and found that there were even traces of termites' nests inside. He realized that this was not the Weasley brothers' fault.

"We tried to restore it to its original state, but it couldn't be restored." Fred lowered his head guiltily.

"It doesn't matter," Harry gritted his teeth and said this, then he calmed himself down, "This door is of poor quality, and there are all kinds of insects and ants inside. Ordinary repair spells can't repair it."

"You guys go down and rest on the chair for a while, I'll do it."

The Weasley twin brothers glared fiercely at Dudley who was hiding on the Quidditch field, and then stood aside pitifully like two big golden retrievers fallen into the water.

Harry drove out all the termites from the scattered wooden boards and repaired it to its original state. A gentle light flashed, and the scattered wood chips and sawdust were restored to their original state, with a vivid Quidditch scene inside. However, since Harry did not look at the door closely at the time, his memory was a little fuzzy, so he only copied about 70% of the pattern.

Harry installed the gate.

"Are you coming out or not? If not, then you don't have to come out."

Ok?

Are you talking about us? The Weasley twins looked at each other and found that Harry was looking at the newly repaired door, as if looking through the door to the Quidditch pitch inside.

"I know, I know."

Dudley curled his lips. Seeing the excited twin brothers just now, he was in a good mood, so he imposed some minor punishments, but he didn't expect to make Harry unhappy.

He inexplicably felt that his aura had weakened a little, and like his twin brother, he followed Harry step by step, not daring to breathe. In this castle, Harry seemed to have absolute authority, and he seemed to have lost his usual gentleness and closeness.

"Hey!"

“I choose this one.”

Ron jumped out from the third floor, and his blood gene from the Flower-Growing Country awakened. When he arrived at the third floor, the antique, classical, prosperous, simple and quiet aura immediately captured his heart.

But, is there such a layer?

Ron felt that there was something wrong with his memory. He only remembered that there should be a castle with many floors inside. As for what was on each floor, he did not look closely.

There should be, right? He consoled himself.

"Good~"

Harry nodded and agreed immediately. He went in and took a look. It was on the third floor. The view from the window was just enough to see the vast fields outside. There were also branches of big trees hanging inside. It was an excellent position to see the distant scenery and appreciate the nearby pavilion.

"As long as you like it--" Harry said with a smile, but he didn't say the second half of the sentence, this is specially made for you.

Ron felt a chill on his back.

He turned around suddenly and saw his naughty brother touching things here and there, while the mysterious Dudley behind him was looking around curiously.

And his good brother Harry was looking at him with a smile. Ron was so moved that he walked over and hugged Harry.

"Thank you so much, brother."

"You're welcome."

Harry patted Ron on the back.