Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"is it here?"

Hermione was wearing a bright red dress and a straw rope sunhat with a white elastic rope tied around her delicate neck.

She took a plane, a train, and a car to this remote valley. Her parents were worried about her, so they drove along.

A little boy holding a colorful windmill ran straight towards her. Hermione nimbly turned sideways with her suitcase and narrowly avoided the attack.

"This little boy is really too naughty." Hermione complained in a low voice.

She was pulling the heavy suitcase with one hand and holding a book tightly with the other. The whole book seemed to be embedded in her body and had not moved at all from the beginning to now.

"Where the hell are they?"

Hermione recalled the letter she had received. She vaguely remembered Ron mentioned that their family later moved to Godric's Hollow. Hermione remembered that place and found it accurately by comparing it with the Muggle and wizard maps. However, she still needed to explore further to find the specific location.

But why do the people around me look at me strangely?

Hermione pretended to accidentally touch the wand in her sleeve as her parents approached.

"We just found a place to park, but there don't seem to be many parking spaces around. Where should we go next?"

"I'm not sure either. Let's go to the front and take a walk."

Originally, Hermione should have appeared at the London train station at the agreed time, and then the Weasley family would have brought her here through the fireplace, or the door key, or even the advanced magic Apparition, but -

More sweat appeared on Hermione's palms.

The family came to a small square. Hermione's parents stared at the stone tablet, which was engraved with the names of combat heroes who sacrificed their lives for their country in World War II. They couldn't help but express their deepest emotions.

Hermione looked at the same place. There was no stone tablet, only the statues of three people. She thought about the legends here and what had happened there. "Is this Harry's family?"

"What--"

"nothing."

"That place looks so desolate. It looks like no one has lived there for a long time."

Hermione's mother pointed to the other side of the small square, but it didn't seem that way to Hermione. It was clearly very prosperous. The wizards coming and going on the street were wearing black wizard robes, carrying vegetable baskets, and waving their wands excitedly.

It seemed that this was the Muggle-Repelling Spell, and Hermione was a little excited.

"Hermione!"

Percy was still dressed formally during the holidays, with her hair combed meticulously, but the basket in her hand didn't match her outfit.

"Senior!" Hermione was very surprised, but it would be great if she could meet Percy here.

Percy was a little surprised. He had heard that Hermione would stay at the Burrow for a short period of time during this holiday, but he didn't know it would be so early. His brother had just gotten out of bed with sleepy eyes and was sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast with his eyes squinting.

However, this is a good opportunity to tease little Ronnie and get in touch with Ginny, so that she can learn from the top students in her grade.

"Hello, uncle and aunt." Seeing that there were two adults standing next to Hermione and looking very reserved, Percy bent slightly and greeted the two elders.

"well."

They seemed a little scared, Percy could tell.

"Where are you going, Senior?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Go to Harry's house." Percy weighed the food in his hand and lifted the cloth covering the basket. On it were steaming hot sandwiches, delicious fried eggs, and several bottles of juice and butterbeer.

"That's just in time for us to go there. I'll go see Harry's new home too."

Percy thought about it. The relationship between the three of them had always been the best, so it was not surprising that Hermione knew these things.

"How about we go over to our house first?" Percy suggested.

"No, thank you, Senior. I'll just pack up my things first and then go to the Burrow to visit my uncle and aunt."

Percy nodded. This was a good idea.

As they were about to head to the area where the wizards lived, Hermione's parents suddenly remembered something urgent, "When I leave, will our gas hot water stove still be gone?"

"Oops, a patient who was having dental treatment seems to be coming back for a follow-up visit today."

Watching her parents leave in a hurry, Hermione looked at them with some disappointment, and felt more and more the huge gap between wizards and Muggles.

Percy didn't know what to say. He was actually very optimistic about this hardworking girl, but her Muggle identity meant that she was destined to have a hard time living alone in the wizarding world.

Fortunately, she still has friends to support her.

The further they went inside, the more lively it became. Hermione looked at everything with curiosity. Diagon Alley was similar to a busy commercial district for humans, so this place was equivalent to an ordinary residential area.

Percy stopped in the gap between two houses. Hermione followed Percy obediently and watched him put his hand into somewhere unknown. Then the surrounding environment changed suddenly. Hermione suddenly felt that the stone under her feet was bulging, and she was now standing on a small bridge.

"Hermione!"

Harry looked at a bright red figure in the distance and immediately recognized its identity from its fluffy hair. He ran over happily and gave Hermione a big hug.

"Didn't we agree that I would pick you up at the train station in a few days? Seeing you come here alone, it must be difficult to find a place, right?"

Seeing Harry's self-blaming expression, Hermione understood. She patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Who am I? Ever since I heard about Godric's Hollow from Ron, I had a feeling that I would come to this place one day, so I looked up his address long ago."

"Then I met Senior Percy, who sent me here."

Harry then realized there was someone behind him. He loosened his arms around Hermione and laughed hastily, "Come in, come in!"

"But Harry," Hermione looked at the castle in the distance with her mouth wide open, "the new building is too -"

"Come on, come on, pick a room, have you had breakfast?"

"Mother asked me to bring you breakfast." Percy shook the basket in his hand.

Harry took it and thanked him profusely.

Looking at the two affectionate figures in front of him, Percy felt something was wrong. Did his beloved brother like Hermione?

If Harry likes it and Ginny likes Harry, then does that mean my brother and sister have no chance?

Out of Percy's sight, Hermione handed the suitcase in her hand to Harry and placed a heavy, warm book in his arms.