Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Hermione's attitude suddenly softened, and her eyes were as if she was looking at a naughty child. Ron couldn't tell what this feeling was, but he was sure that there was kindness.

He was about to express his protest when Hermione pulled a sleeping pet out from her sleeve.

Ron still remembered this little guy very clearly. After all, he looked so strange, his attitude changed so much, and he was especially popular with girls. He was raised by Hermione, and there was no second one.

"Arnold——"

Hermione stretched out her soft fingers, scratched the little guy's chin, and gently called it to wake it up from its sleep.

"Arnold, can you take us outside for a walk?" After the little guy woke up and heard the idea of ​​going out to play, he immediately became energetic and the two pairs of little wings on his body spread out.

But Ron saw a hint of disdain in its black bean-sized eyes. What! Is it actually disdainful of me?

"Go check out the border, Arnold."

Ron felt something suddenly pull his collar, and then the space around him started spinning, and he and Hermione came to the edge together.

"hiss--"

Hermione looked at it with her mouth wide open. This was completely inconsistent with the real world. Could it be said that magic power was limited?

Ron was very excited. This was simply the real-world version of Minecraft. The scenery here was very rough. The green grass on the ground was built with a few small green blocks to form a crooked strip. The trees were also a combination of brown and ginger. Even the birds flying around were almost just a few moving gray blocks.

Ron was very excited. He ran to the lawn in front of him. The lawn was divided into squares of one square meter by gaps visible to the naked eye. "Can this thing be knocked down?"

Ron stepped on it hard, but there was no movement.

He came to a big tree nearby, picked up a thicker branch and began to study it carefully, then returned to the grass again.

Hermione saw with her own eyes that Ron just waved his hand and the grass disappeared, revealing a small square pit with ginger-colored soil inside.

The two stayed here for a while. Ron had a lot of fun and Hermione was also very interested.

But—but!

When Hermione squatted down to pick up the branches, she suddenly found that the skin at the ends of her fingers began to become irregular. The nails turned into square squares, changing from gray to light pink. The fingers turned into a long strip without knuckles, and the same length from top to bottom.

"Arnold, Arnold, take us back quickly."

Hermione quickly ran to Ron, holding his rough hand, and then in the blink of an eye they were back at the small round table and sitting on the white chairs.

"What are you doing? I'm having a great time."

Ron has not yet recovered from the excitement just now. The touch is so real and the texture is pretty good. He has been away from computers for several years and he really misses that big thing.

"Look!"

"What are you looking at?" Ron frowned. When he picked up the tea on the round table and wanted to take a sip, he found something wrong with his fingers.

The tea in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the tea splashed on his shoes. Ron lowered his head and found that his shoes had turned into thick and heavy black and gray squares.

Ron's heart was filled with panic at this moment.

Fortunately, this abnormality did not last long, only a short while. Before they could figure out who to talk to about this matter, everything had returned to normal.

Ron was a little scared. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he, such a handsome guy, became just a person made up of blocks in the game?

At this time, Harry came back, followed by the dazed Harley.

"What on earth just happened?" Although Ron and Hermione didn't say anything, Harry was still keenly aware of the abnormal magical fluctuations in their bodies, which were extremely destructive.

Ron immediately rushed forward and told Harry everything that had just happened. There was still some fear in his tone. No one could bear this result.

Harry looked solemn. If it was just from a magical point of view, the boundary of space would at most prevent people from moving forward, and nothing like a mosaic would appear.

"I'll go check it out first, you guys stay here and don't move."

"Oh, don't—"

Before Ron and Hermione could finish their words, Harry had disappeared from the spot.

"Why don't we go take a look? We can help with anything. If we don't get close, even if it changes, it will return to its original state."

Ron nodded.

When Harry came to his senses, the room that was crowded with three people just now was now empty.

At this time, Dudley appeared from nowhere again, wearing a light yellow straw hat on his head. The hat was very delicately woven and had the beauty of a handicraft. When worn on Dudley, he looked like a western cowboy, neutralizing his aggressive temperament.

"Hey, why don't you follow?"

"What do you mean by following? How come they disappeared all of a sudden?"

Seeing that Harry was obviously out of the loop, Dudley curled his lips in boredom. He really didn't understand what was going on in their minds.

"What were you thinking about just now? You didn't even hear such a big thing."

"Nonsense, it's strange that you can hear it."

Harry whispered to Dudley, then slowly walked out of the castle, crossed the stream, and walked into the distance.

It's not that she didn't hear anything, but her brain was spinning so fast that she wasn't focusing on this matter.

"Hmm - is it like this?"

Harry had reached the very edge, but there was nothing unusual. The fake trees and rockery had turned into a painting hanging on the wall, and no matter how hard Harry pushed, there was no movement.

"Oh - that's not right. It wasn't like this when we first got here."

Hermione anxiously walked around the wall. The cubes were gone, the movable grass blocks were gone, and even her memories were covered with layer upon layer of veils. She began to doubt whether she and Ron had the same dream.

At this moment, Ron remembered a movie he had seen in his previous life, which probably hasn't been filmed yet.

"If I don't see you again, I wish you a good morning, afternoon and night." Ron said in a low voice.

"What?" Hermione heard it, but didn't quite understand it.

Harry looked at Ron thoughtfully. This person must have lived past 1998, or at some point in his life, definitely after 1998.