Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Are you ready? Are you ready?"

"Don't rush me. What are you rushing me for?"

"He'll be here soon."

"I know, I know."

A moment of silence.

"Ow!"

"What's your name?"

"You're strangling me so hard that it hurts."

"Can you blame me for this? Do you think I want to do this? Don't you know what girls are like? You have such a sturdy body, and I didn't cut off two pieces of your muscles. I'm doing you a good thing."

Peace was restored.

Ron, dressed as Hermione, was lying on the hospital bed, panting. She did not have the slightest trace of the paleness after a serious illness. Her face was ruddy and her eyes were bright.

He looked at the man standing beside the bed, and for a moment he felt like the sky was falling. His life was over. The bad guy was holding the photo stone in his hand.

Alas——

Suddenly, the guy came over quickly, carrying a small stool, with a malicious look on his face.

Ron was about to crawl away when he saw the man's threatening look. He had no choice but to lie on the bed and let the guy hit him in the face with something unknown. His face quickly turned pale.

"Boom boom boom——"

The guy glared at Ron fiercely, and Ron quickly got into the bed, pretending to be weak.

"Hi - He -" Harry's voice gradually weakened, and then was filled with surprise, "Why are you here?" Looking at the girl inside the door, Harry immediately realized that his tone was wrong, and he secretly thought to himself that something was wrong.

"Ginny Weasley, why are you here?" This guy's arrival was beyond Draco's expectation. "I didn't invite you, did I?"

"It's me who invited you." Lucius' voice came from behind.

Draco turned his head in surprise and looked at Ginny again, "Okay."

"How is Mr. Weasley? I plan to go over to check on him later."

"My dad was slightly injured. It's okay, it's okay. Ron has already rushed back to take care of him." Ginny said softly, "Are you here to visit Hermione? Please come in."

Draco didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he saw the face on the bed with his own eyes.

When he saw Harry approaching, his heart rose to his throat again.

"It's all our fault. We made you like this."

"I'm fine, Harry. This has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself too much. You've had a hard time along the way." Ron imitated Hermione's tone and said tremblingly. He never had a talent for acting, let alone playing a girl.

He somewhat blamed himself for drinking the Polyjuice Potion too quickly, otherwise Ginny would be the one lying on the bed right now.

Ron felt very uncomfortable all over because he was so surprised to see Ginny that he didn't finish the Polyjuice Potion and his shoulder was not completely deformed. Ginny had just wrapped layer after layer of white bandages around him and now he could not move at all.

"I want to talk to Hermione alone, you guys—"

"Okay, okay, let's go." Draco said tactfully, secretly wishing Ron good luck.

Ginny waved her sleeves without taking a single cloud with her. After saying goodbye to Lucius, she went into the fireplace in the room, sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, and returned home.

Seeing his son's surprised look, Lucius shrugged and said, "You don't have to be surprised. To be honest, I think this is very normal."

"What is she doing here?"

"Pass on some information. You know, those people are omnipresent now. Even your own home may be eavesdropped on, not to mention the owls flying around."

owl--

Ron, lying in bed, felt something was wrong, but he didn't grasp it.

He looked at Harry, smiling and chatting like a friend, the daily life that only the three of them knew, the familiar tone, the small movements that were inadvertently revealed, and the eyes that seemed full of trust, which made Ron a little shaken. Could it be that Hermione was controlled by Malfoy? Was Dumbledore also deceived?

That midnight on Mount Qingcheng, the dark shadow that disappeared behind Harry made Ron shut up.

"Oh, it's funny actually. You and Ginny sent me letters separately, which made Ron jealous for a long time. He said that in Ginny's heart, there was only me and no longer his brother."

"Hermione" smiled weakly, "That letter -" In the flash of lightning, he suddenly remembered the scene when Ginny and Hermione were together, "We actually wrote the letter to you together."

Ron clenched his fists, his palms were sweaty.

"Oh, yes, that's right, I forgot, George and the others sent another copy to Ron separately," Harry said that his memory has not been very good recently and he always forgets things.

As Ron breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a burning sensation on his face that was about to deform. Why should he kick Harry out now?

He yawned deliberately.

"Harry, I'm a little tired and want to sleep."

Harry looked over, his pupils flashing with silver light, forming mysterious lines in the air. Ron's expression immediately became dull, and he couldn't even utter a word for a long time.

"Who are you?" Harry asked calmly.

"Ron——"

Harry took a few more steps forward, lifted the quilt, and saw the huge skeleton hidden under the mattress, as well as the face that was about to be deformed, and some beard on "her" chin, and touched his chin again.

"Sure enough, I can't hide it. But - it should be possible to use some help for the time being." Harry put his hand on Ron's face to fix Hermione's face, flipped through Ron's memory, and saw Malfoy who suddenly broke into the room last night.

"It seems that many people know about this." Harry muttered to himself, but he was not afraid at all. Things were becoming more and more interesting, which was exactly what he expected.

Harry didn't know how the action was going, and whether he reached the place he hoped.

"Oblivion is emptiness—"

Ron opened his eyes again. He felt as if he was in a trance for a moment. Harry greeted him and he waved his hand.

Harry left, and Ron touched his face. Fortunately, he still looked like Hermione. It seemed that he had gotten away with it.

Inside the House of Requirement at Hogwarts, the real Hermione held her breath and stared at the green armor. Under the armor sat a white horse, which stood up from time to time, patrolled around, and sneezed a few times, with no intention of attacking anyone.

"Harry, is this the right time?"

"arrive."

"Then what should we do next?"

"I don't know, Hermione."

"what?!"

"I know that if I actively merge into that armor, I will have a body again, but I can't guarantee whether it will be me after that."

Hermione fell silent.

"I'm not sure whether what I did was done with that person's tacit consent?" Harry's heart was very confused at this moment, more confused than at any other time. He seemed to have become the wandering Voldemort for a moment.

"Are you sure you can get back into your body?"

"If I fight him head-on, I won't last more than a minute before I'm completely gone."

"Then if you continue to stay here with me, is this okay?"

"No." Harry rejected the suggestion flatly.

"why?"

"Your mind is similar to mine, both have that transparent glass wall."

Hermione's eyes widened immediately, then she understood, this also felt completely normal.

"so?"

"But because mine belongs to the main system and yours belongs to the secondary system, I will absorb the vitality and magic power in your body anytime and anywhere. You are like a reserve source. This is why you feel physical pain and mental fatigue."

"I thought it was punishment for not completing the task."

"No, the punishment will only be painful, but he will not drain your life force."

At this point, Harry realized that he had no other choice. He could only rush forward, otherwise Hermione would soon enter old age due to the depletion of her mental and vitality.

Harry's soul can easily wander in reality, all because of the envelope Zhou Fu sent him a long time ago. Thinking of that girl, Harry's heart was shaken again -

"Harry, no—"

Hermione screamed. Although the news was hard for her to accept at first, she felt that she could still hold on for a while.

Unfortunately, Harry is no longer here, and she has been moved out of this space, so the Room of Requirement can no longer be opened.

She slumped to the ground, a shadow looming over her.

"Miss Granger, when did you arrive at Hogwarts?"

"Professor, Professor, please save Harry!"

Hermione came to her senses and hugged Snape's thighs. Snape remained silent, looking at this place where the young wizards of Hogwarts were refreshed regularly, and felt a headache for a moment.

"Let's go back to my office and talk slowly."

"It's too late!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs.

Snape was very calm. He knocked the weak Hermione unconscious and then carried her to the school infirmary. Madam Pomfrey was very leisurely during the summer vacation until she heard noise coming from the door and raised her eyebrows helplessly.

When Harry's soul collided with the armor, he felt like a fish in water. The armor seemed to be his fingers and toes, and the white horse strolling beside him was his divine consciousness. An infinite power filled his body, and Harry felt that at this time, he could confront Dumbledore head-on.

In another space thousands of miles away, under the supervision of everyone, "Harry" who was going to the Burrow was obviously in a good mood.

He looked at Ron, who had arrived at the Burrow before him and was pretending to welcome him at the door, and laughed out loud.

"You, what are you laughing at?" Ron asked with a red face.

"I'm just so happy to see you." Harry looked around the cozy little house. Mrs. Molly pushed Ron aside, hugged Harry tightly, and touched his head. "My child, you've worked hard."

Harry was silent. He really wanted to escape from this kind of hot and pure emotion, so he just hummed lightly in the end.

He was welcomed into the Burrow. Every time the twins came, they didn't know where they came from, and there were a few small salutes and streamers falling from the sky. Charlie hid at the back, not daring to look directly at Harry. He took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but he still didn't muster up the courage. He left the crowd, walked up the stairs, and returned to his room.

Harry immediately integrated into this kind of life. He had a great time here, doing nothing all day, hanging out with Rons, and seemed to have forgotten his purpose.

It was not until the evening of three days later that the Weasley family said they were going to camp next to the newly formed mountain in this space. They heard that behind the mountain there was an endless grassland with lush green grass, where one could even raise cattle and sheep, and there were gurgling streams flowing through. It was very popular in the wizarding world recently, which made Mrs. Molly eager to try.

Harry naturally wanted to go with them, but when he was about to leave, he found that he didn't bring enough picnic boxes.

"I'll go, ma'am." Harry was closest to the car door and volunteered to get out and walk into the garden. The moment he opened the door, he saw a slender figure.

It's Harley--

The emerald green eyes were as eerie as a will-o'-the-wisp in the dark environment. The collision of the two will-o'-the-wisp seemed to be getting more and more intense.

"What about him? You promised me that you wouldn't hurt him."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, why are you still partial to one over the other? Am I not him?"

"Don't talk nonsense to me here, and don't play tricks on me. I'm asking him."

"I don't know, but most likely, he should go back to where he should go."

"You!" Harry was furious and raised his wand to fight with this impostor.

"Don't be angry. If you get sick, no one will take your place. Girls should be more gentle."

Harry cursed, and the man's expression became colder.

"If anything happens to him, I won't let you off easy."

Harry left afterwards, feeling uncomfortable living under the same roof with this guy.

Harry looked confused in the dark, huh -

"Harry, do you need help? Is it too much to carry?" George's voice came.

"No, no, I've already got it."

Several lunch boxes placed on the kitchen table came over with a clinking sound and fell into a pile. A rope on the stool jumped up, packed the lunch boxes and tied a beautiful bow, which tilted towards Harry.

Harry picked it up and left.

Just as George was about to come in, he saw Harry who was about to come out. He muttered, "I told you that you would be fine, but you insisted on letting me come down. If it weren't for my hard work in pulling out the fireworks--"

"Your things were confiscated by Mrs. Molly again?" Harry felt funny. It was like a few children and an adult playing tug-of-war, you advance and I retreat, you retreat and I advance.

"Yeah." George nodded heavily, with obvious dissatisfaction in his tone.

"It's okay. I have something more fun here. Do you want it?"

Harry thought of the man he had killed with his own hands, lying in a pool of blood, which made him excited and thrilled. Now, he turned his attention to George. The mountains might be a good place.

Mrs. Molly should focus more.

"I want to play, I want to play!"