Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Hermione, Hermione, what are you doing?"

Ron saw with his own eyes that Hermione was only one step slower than Harry and quickly finished the homework assigned by the teacher. Later, she went to the school library and took several books from the shelves, seemingly studying something.

Harry walked behind the two of them, looking carefully at the road ahead of them, giving reminders at any time, and at the same time listening attentively to their conversation.

"Something's not right."

"Ok?"

Harry took two steps at a time and ran to Hermione's right side. He craned his neck to see the book in her hand.

Hermione looked at the two heads in front of her. She felt her temples throbbing and her head aching. Why did these two people who usually looked quite mature now look like two dolls?

She held the thick book in one hand and pushed the two boys' heads to the sides with the other hand. She took a deep breath and spoke as calmly as possible.

"Harry, do you have a more private place? It's not appropriate to talk about it in a public place."

Hermione thought of some basement level, the vast lawn outside, or Hagrid's empty cabin.

Harry's eyes lit up at this moment, and a place popped up in his mind. Ron opened his mouth and wanted to say the Room of Requirement, but he couldn't explain how he knew that place.

Harry rushed between the two people and held each of their arms with his hands.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

Hermione was a little confused, but she still hugged the book tightly in her arms. Harry must have his own ideas.

Then the three of them came to a remote corner of the castle in such a strange posture. Ron thought of the group of little wizards who passed by them with strange looks, and stroked his forehead with his remaining free hand.

"It's done—"

Just feeling a slight shake twice, Hermione was inexplicably surprised to find herself in a relatively unfamiliar place, which looked somewhat familiar.

Ron said nothing, his heart was so excited that he couldn't express it in words for a moment. He finally came to this place. What would it be like inside?

Under the surprised gazes of the two, Harry stood in front of the portrait there. In the blink of an eye, a shabby wooden door appeared. This made Harry feel a little strange, but he still pressed the handle and invited the two friends in.

As soon as Ron entered, he was stunned by the environment inside. The whole room was very empty. There were only three small sofas in it, and a small black round table in the middle with three cups of tea on it.

Dobby stood there respectfully, holding a round tray filled with food.

The black round table expanded into a rectangle. Dobby put the food on it, bowed slightly to the three little ones, and immediately disappeared from the spot.

Harry motioned for them to sit down first. Hermione placed the thick book on the sofa and then turned to look at Harry. "What is that?"

Harry's heart beat rapidly twice, and Ron also shouted, "Oh no, it's bad. He didn't pay attention and moved the timeline forward. Hermione would know in advance that there were house-elves in Hogwarts."

Harry knew he couldn't hide it from Hermione, so he had to tell her everything honestly. Hermione was obviously very surprised, and feeling her master's drastic emotional fluctuations, Arnold jumped out of her sleeve, climbed onto her master's neck, and then glared at Harry and Ron fiercely.

Ron smiled awkwardly.

"No, there is no mention of their existence in the Hogwarts history!"

She was obviously very unhappy with what had happened to the elf.

"Are all the food we usually eat made by them?!"

The two boys came together, timidly speaking, not daring to say a word, just nodding slightly.

"What about Dobby?"

Hermione recalled Dobby's expensive-looking, high-quality clothing, and her cold expression warmed up slightly.

"I pay him gold galleons every month. We have an employment relationship."

Hermione nodded. That was more like it.

"How much, then? Every month?"

"Eight--"

Hermione's brows were knotted when she heard this number blurted out, and Harry immediately changed his words, "Twenty-eight -"

Ron gasped. He didn't expect Harry's family to be so rich. This amount was almost as much as an adult wizard's salary.

Hermione said nothing. She frowned and stirred the teacup in front of her. She always felt that this kind of food was obtained by exploiting another ethnic group, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Do you know where the kitchen is?"

So it's you who are being asked, but Hermione's eyes were fixed on Harry, because she had a hunch that Harry must know this place.

Harry nodded.

Hermione changed the subject. She knew that going a little earlier wouldn't make a huge difference. She needed to go and understand their situation first.

Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione pushed the tea tray on the long table aside and placed the book on the sofa on the coffee table. At the same time, a large fluffy white wool blanket appeared on the ground out of nowhere.

Hermione's frown suddenly relaxed and her eyes brightened. She was just thinking that it would be nice if there was a blanket here, and what she recalled was the one at home.

She looked at Harry in surprise.

"Is it what I imagined?"

Harry nodded, and Ron was already impatient. He had been in this room for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, the house changed dramatically in the imagination of the three people. After all the changes were completed, they tacitly agreed to restore the small garden in front of Harry Castle, except that they added a large white plush carpet.

Ron picked out a large piece of soft and sticky pastry from the food brought by Dobby and stuffed it into his mouth. He tasted the freshness of blueberries mixed with the aroma of lemon and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Hermione turned a page of the book, and Harry and Ron came over and found that it was a record of the history of Hogwarts.

The history of Hogwarts is only a fragmentary history due to various reasons. It has never fully described this educational temple with a thousand-year history that has cultivated many outstanding wizards.

And Hermione's delicate finger pointed to a number.

March 970, 3 AD, then she flipped back and found that it was not far away.

1284 AD.

1504 AD.

March 1524, 2 AD.

Wizards use the same calendar as Muggles, and when Harry finished the homework assigned by Rosier, he read the Bible and saw several familiar numbers in it.

Ron didn't understand what he meant and looked at the two serious-looking people beside him in confusion.