Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Okay, okay - not enough."

Jerlan quickly ran to Harry and gently stroked his back. He had consulted a doctor or tried some treatment for a long time, but Harry's body was like a bottomless pit. Even if the Philosopher's Stone was filled in, it would only make him feel better for a while.

He looked at Harry distressedly, not knowing what to say for a moment. That Harry was also at the lowest point in his life, and this one now was even more so -

Is this the inevitable fate of the savior? Why does all the misfortunes befall him? And he is used to it.

"What should I do?" Jielan made up his mind.

"Find Ron for me and ask him to meet me at the cafe opposite 10 Downing Street."

Although Jielan didn't understand why, he still did it.

Although it was a little difficult to make an appointment with the Captain of the Auror of the Ministry of Magic in a Muggle cafe, there was a letter written by Harry to Ron, and friends were always very familiar with each other, which allowed Jerry to meet Ron.

Now that they have met, then - intercept him in a cafe. Jie Lan found a place with few people and relied on Xiao Jie's ability to force Ron to the agreed location.

Ron did not resist. He seemed to have expected something. He even admired the latte art of the cafe with interest. It was very beautiful and the pastries were much more delicious than those at home. Ron savored the matcha cake served to him carefully. A layer of light yellow cream was squeezed on the green fluffy cake base, mixed with crystal clear coconut, dotted with two red cherries, lightly sprinkled with some matcha powder, and sandwiched with some milky white chocolate crumbs.

At this moment, Harry suddenly appeared in front of Ron.

Ron was not surprised. He ignored Harry's frail body and asked the waiter to bring another dessert, which was a syrup-filled pie with a thin layer of honey sauce and some grapefruit peel sprinkled on it.

"Do you like it? This is freshly made here. You probably haven't had it for a long time."

Jerran, who was sitting across from the two men, was stunned. He didn't know when the two men met, but he was sure that Harry had never seen Ron since he came.

It seems that the grown-up Ron knows about the existence of the two Harrys. Really, Jerry didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Is this your new assistant?" Ron asked calmly. He glanced at Jie Lan who was pretending to be normal and seemed a little jealous.

"You can obviously use magic to contact me."

"I don't have any magic power now."

Ron stopped chewing, put his knife and fork on the plate, and looked Harry in the eye. "You should have told me this earlier. You knew I—"

"Needless to say, this situation is not enough."

Ron lowered his head and said nothing. He didn't respond to Harry's words. This situation had already made him uneasy all night. If it went one step further, he could immediately give himself an Avada and go to see his brother who was sleeping in heaven.

"I understand your concerns, but you have to do this." Harry abandoned his usual tone and used soft words to say the strongest words.

Ron just picked up the knife and fork and put it down heavily again. The loud sound attracted the attention of most people around him.

"Hey! I just don't understand--"

Ron tried hard to suppress his anger, but when he saw Harry's lifted sleeves, his swollen anger immediately shrank like a balloon that was pricked by a needle.

Jerlan was the person who knew Harry's physical condition best at the moment. He looked at Harry's skinny body, and the paper-thin skin gently wrapped around Harry's bones, with the blood vessels and meridians inside prominently drawn on his arms.

There was a slight despair in Ron's eyes. He didn't know why Harry in the other world had fallen into this situation. He was powerless to do anything and could only watch his health deteriorate day by day.

"Okay, I promise you."

Harry pulled an envelope out of his sleeve, put it on the table, and gently pushed it to Ron, pointing to the building outside the window and the tall building next to it. Almost all British politicians and officials lived there.

Ron looked outside and saw the British Chancellor of the Exchequer walking out of 10 Downing Street with his dog. In front of him on the right was a man with a camera around his neck, taking pictures non-stop.

"This is--"

"You convinced Hermione. I know she wants the same thing."

Harry seemed to have remembered a time long ago. It turned out that everything had been foreshadowed. He was just following the guidance of fate and pushing himself to accept the original trajectory.

On TV that evening, it seemed that Ron had succeeded, awarding Hermione Joan Granger the title…

Harry knew that Ron's feelings at this moment were sincere, and that every moment they spent together was from the heart, but, so what?

Harry suddenly felt a little tired. He knew that a big show was about to begin, and as one of the promoters of this show, he was about to usher in his own destiny. On the other forearm that had never been raised, Qinggang and Ziluan had turned into patterns, tightly dependent on him.

Jerlan stood up from his seat, shielded the Muggles around him, and pulled Harry away from Ron's sight. Ron felt disappointed. He knew that Harry didn't believe him at this moment, because he couldn't tell for a moment whether his performance just now was sincere or an acting. Maybe it was both. Who cared?

Ron packed up the half cake he had left. When she stood up, she looked at the untouched syrup in front of Harry. Wasn't this Harry's favorite?

Forget it, he turned his attention to the letter Harry wrote to him. After he gently opened it, he was left with only enthusiasm. If he could finish it, if he could finish it, then he would be the most promising child in the Weasley family, and not the guy who only relied on his wife and lived off her as they said.

"that--"

Jerry was surprised to find that Harry seemed to have regained his youth. His cheeks became plump, his thin arms were filled with muscles, he walked briskly, his hair was thick and oily, and he looked very energetic.

This blocked all the words that Jie Lan had just said.

"you you--"

Jerran was still holding Harry's hand.

Harry asked Jerlan to hold on firmly. In just a moment, Jerlan was surprised to find that they had come to a small hill. The hill was covered with green grass, dotted with wild flowers of various colors, and mixed with some dandelions, which were slowly swaying in the breeze.

Good guy——

Harry hid it so well.