Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Inside the house, a red-haired boy rushed up the stairs in two or three steps, making the worn wooden boards creak.

"Don't use too much force. Your father just had the change a few days ago." Mrs. Weasley stuck her head out of the kitchen and shouted.

"I know. I'll be careful."

After hearing the noise, Percy walked out of the room wearing his clothes. There were dark circles under his eyes, hanging on his face like thick ink. There was an unpleasant smell in his room. Various waste papers were scattered on the table. An owl was flying around in his room, making it look shabby.

Ginny yawned and poked her head out from the stairs, watching her brother jumping up and down below. She looked at him carefully for a long time, but couldn't see any sign of sadness in him.

Could it be that George was really doing well over there? She muttered to herself, but she was always worried.

"Okay, we all know. Stop stepping on those stairs and take away all the weird things in your room." Charlie was holding a retractable ear in his hand, and the other half was torn off. He was followed by a listless Bill, who came down wearing a white waistcoat, revealing his tight muscles.

Fred carefully took the retractable ear that had been broken in two from his brother's hand and muttered softly, "What do you know? This was invented by George and I. Maybe I can use this to find out how he is doing over there."

He went downstairs happily, Charlie's eyes were dim, and he felt a little sad looking at his seemingly normal brother.

At this moment, the hands on the clock on the wall suddenly moved, and Mr. Weasley went from being in extreme danger to being at home. The next moment, he appeared in the garden of the Burrow, and met Moody, who was standing there and did not dare to knock on the door.

"What are you still doing here? Please come in~" Mr. Weasley welcomed the tired Moody in. Molly walked out of the kitchen, a silent spell spread all over her body, and then the oil stains on her body disappeared completely. There were more than a dozen spells behind her to replace her work in the kitchen.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were coming? It's all commonplace, so please bear with me."

Moody looked at the kids standing on the stairs, the happy and amiable family, and the photo of George hanging on the wall. He began to cringe. This place was covered in blood. It was really a bit...

"Arthur, I'm here again. What delicious food did you make today? I brought my son with me."

A loud voice sounded, and the next moment the man pushed the door open and walked in. It was Amos Diggory with a big smile on his face, followed by a hesitant Cedric.

Then when he saw Moody, his smile stopped abruptly. He protected Cedric behind him with a little nervousness, "Long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

As the executor of Dumbledore's orders, Moody has been a feared person recently. He has arrested many people from pure-blood families. Not only that, he has also uprooted many deep-rooted trees in the wizarding world. Those who support them dare not even say a word. Amos has heard about this.

He glanced at Arthur and Molly, who looked a little embarrassed, then looked down at the rice bowl in his hand and gave an awkward smile.

"My family lives next to Arthur's. When I was sick, they took care of me for a long time, so" he shook the rice bowl in his hand, "I have become accustomed to the taste of his family."

"Of course, I also help Molly buy groceries every day and give her some gold galleons and other things." Amos Diggory explained in a panic.

Moody's fake eye turned wildly in its eye socket. Then he hummed lightly and sat next to Arthur.

"Come down quickly, kids! What are you doing there?" Molly tried to smooth things over. Ron rushed down like an arrow and jumped to Cedric's side.

The two of them had a special kind of friendship, and during that difficult adventure, they formed a very strong bond.

The two little guys were whispering to each other at the end of the table. During the conversation, Cedric kept showing a worried and nervous look, which made Moody, who was sitting across the table, look at him frequently.

"What are you talking about?" Moody suddenly spoke, and Cedric stood up from the stool. This was a habit he had developed when he participated in competitions. Professor Moody was their coach for a while, and his strictness was still fresh in people's memory.

"We, we were talking about which egg tart is the best." Ron was holding a braised chicken leg in his hand, his mouth full of oil, and then he talked nonsense.

Of course Moody didn't believe this. The purpose of his trip was not just for a meal. He looked around and finally looked at Arthur sitting at the main table. He carefully took out a gray handkerchief from his pocket, which contained a spherical object.

When seeing this scene, everyone's eyes were focused here.

Moody opened it carefully, revealing a black bead. He didn't know whether he should tell Arthur directly, but as both were members of the Order of the Phoenix and had worked together many times before, he still felt reluctant.

When Arthur saw this scene, he immediately understood Moody's intention.

"In the last few operations, I found that their strength was very different from what was reported. When I searched their homes, I found this kind of thing in every corner."

After hearing this, how could Arthur not understand?

"These were all people before, right?"

Moody nodded. "Some dark wizards have a lot of these things. I searched some people's memories-"

Hearing this, Percy sat up straight. He looked at his idol in the past with some disbelief, Legilimency, or the Imperius Curse.

Moody glanced at it casually and continued, "They rely on eating these to enhance their strength. Later, they are left with sequelae, as if they are addicted, until they gradually lose their sanity and become monsters that only know how to eat people."

Amos stared with his eyes wide open. He read newspapers all day long, and they were all criticizing Moody for how many people he had killed and captured. This made the wizarding world panic. Some people even said shamelessly that the current Dumbledore was not much different from the previous Voldemort.

But now, he just felt creepy, as if there was an invisible big hand pinching his neck from behind, the gas in his respiratory tract could not flow out, and his whole body was suspended in the depths of the ocean.

Is this why Dumbledore behaved the way he did?

Arthur frowned, and his first reaction was to look at the children at the table. They all shrank their heads, and some even wanted to hide under the tablecloth, wanting to be a quail so that the adults couldn't see them.

Moody saw Arthur's eyes and said, "Don't worry, this is not top secret. It's just that only a few people know about it at this stage. Dumbledore has decided to make this secret public in a while."

"What kind of evil magic did those people use to transform it?" Molly asked. At this time, there was already crystal liquid in her eyes, but she was stubborn and refused to let it fall.

Several Hogwarts students present thought of an incident that happened in the school in the past, about Thomas from Hufflepuff, the child who was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment according to Dumbledore.

Several children looked at each other, but Ginny was the only one who was confused. She looked left and right. After she arrived at Hogwarts, the news of this matter had been kept secret, and everyone present kept silent about it.

"Molly, don't worry. Dumbledore said he has a way, but he needs to save the victims at this stage. I believe George will come back to you one day."

Moody paused. With his personality, it was not easy for him to say such comforting words. He was good at doubt and fighting, not such warm scenes.

only--

He asked again, "I heard that Harry Ye also disappeared. No one knows where he went, and Dumbledore didn't start looking for him." Moody's eyes showed a glimmer of hope, "Do you know where he went?"

For Moody, those years of living together made her feel like she was raising a son. She was very worried about Harry's various actions. Sometimes she wished she could take his place. Unfortunately, at such a young age, she had to bear a responsibility that she should not have to bear.

Now there is no news and Dumbledore has not given any response, so he has some complaints and can only give himself psychological comfort in this way.

The dining table fell silent. Ron hurriedly said, "I'm full." Then he left and returned to his room. He looked at the posters on the wall, as well as photos of him, Harry and Hermione. There was a dark figure in the corner. It was Harry who didn't want to show up.

"We don't actually know." Arthur and Molly looked at each other.

"As far as I know, he should be in Hogwarts now." Arthur suddenly spoke.

"Is the news accurate?" Moody asked impatiently.

"This is what Snape said himself. It seems that Harry has some things to do and cannot return in person. He can only continue to stay in Hogwarts."

Moody's eyes lit up, and he carefully put the black bead on the table back into his cloth bag, then added, "You can actually interact with the bead more. Some people say that they can interact with the consciousness inside, and -"

"And what?"

"Some people can even communicate through consciousness."

Arthur, or rather, all the eyes of the Weasley family fell on Fred. The boy was extremely happy all day long and didn't seem to care at all that his twin brother was missing. He also kept brazenly saying that he wanted to be swapped with George because he could feel that George was very happy over there.

I used to think that Fred was just making up nonsense to comfort everyone, but unexpectedly, a person who was not very related to the matter came and confirmed the matter.

"Fred, can you feel George?"

"Oh, Mother, how many times have I told you? He is really happy now."

Frett frowned, his eyes full of desire. Some images that did not belong to this world appeared in his mind intermittently.

There was an endless stream of customers, and each floor of the three-story joke shop was filled with all kinds of exquisite joke products. His products even had a unique section in the Daily Prophet. The Minister of Magic became his sister-in-law, his father held a prominent position in the Ministry of Magic, and Percy got a good job.

George now spends the whole day wandering around in his own vault, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of the mountains of gold Galleons. Even the dozens of silver coins can only huddle pitifully in the corner.

When he went to watch a Quidditch match, he sat in the VIP seats. He even came to the VIP box after the game and shook hands with George before leaving reluctantly.

Fred was so angry that he couldn't eat. He knew that the boy did it on purpose. No, how could he let his good brother suffer alone? He also had to find a way to get through it.

Moody sat on the chair, and the various foods in front of him turned into miniature buildings. Little Harry was wandering around in the empty castle. Harry——

He murmured softly.

At this time in Hogwarts, Snape was brought to the hall by Hermione. As no students were there, the four long tables were empty and it looked deserted. There were four newly made funnels placed in the front, with red, green, blue, yellow and other colored gems shining brightly.

"Why did you bring me here? Aren't you going to the eighth floor to get whatever you want?"

There was a slight noise coming from behind the stone pillar nearby.

"Who is it?" Snape took out his wand vigilantly and tentatively cast a spell there. Hermione pursed her lips nervously.

"It's me, don't make a fuss." Luofitt smiled and came out from behind the stone pillar.

"Professor, why is it you?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

"It seems that you have a lot of activities in school." Snape said indifferently, but Hermione turned a deaf ear to him and treated it as nonsense.

"What are you doing here?"

"Please, I need to eat too."

"The house elves deliver food to every professor's office. There's no one here. Why did you come here?"

Lofitt didn't want to continue making up excuses. He also wanted to see Harry as soon as possible, so he could only wink and signal Hermione.

"Okay, Professor, I understand."

Snape put down his wand and crossed his arms. He was very curious about what these two people wanted to do and why they called him here.

His sensitive nose moved, and a familiar smell wafted in from all directions. Hermione seemed to have expected it, and Lofitt's eyes were full of excitement.

"What exactly are you going to do? If you don't tell me clearly, I won't cooperate with your actions."

"You haven't told him yet?" Luo Feit was a little surprised.

"Please, Professor, it will definitely be effective if you act first and report later. Otherwise, I don't know whether Professor S will come with me." Hermione smiled proudly and took out a piece of parchment from her pocket. She picked it up from the Room of Requirement.