Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The soul is constantly being torn apart, infinitely extended, overlapping with each other. Under the close coordination of time and space, standing at the place where you were born, you can see your dead body, and countless figures either occasionally stop by or continue to accompany you.

Harry was separated from the three people next to him, and his soul came to the pure white and sacred King's Cross Station alone. At this moment, it was empty, without a single person. The last time he came here, people he was familiar with gathered here, cheering and rushing to the feast of death together.

Had he changed the outcome? Harry looked at his hands, feeling somewhat excited. Unexpectedly, the heavens never gave him false hope. The moment his thoughts disappeared, the station became unusually prosperous, even modern, with tall buildings and people coming and going.

Before Harry could take a closer look, he was thrown out immediately. Endless darkness enveloped him. The rules forced him to sleep. In a corner he didn't know, there were some eyes from above covering him, with a hint of caution and endless suspicion.

"Are we going to leave him alive? This seems to be the only way to solve the problem."

"Leave him here. The root of this distortion of time and space is not him. He is just the poor victim who was pushed out."

"If he doesn't die, it will be difficult for the world to return to normal."

"Then if he dies, even if he returns to normal, it will be extremely unstable."

The two voices argued with each other and neither was willing to give in.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

“Actually, if you ask me, you can let me get close to him and help him solve the chaos in this space and time. As for his life, it won’t be too late to take it then.” Another voice said weakly.

"Why is it so?" A long sigh -

Harry curled up his body, his keen sixth sense telling him that the threat made him extremely uneasy, but at this moment he was like a baby in swaddling clothes, he could only be slaughtered without any ability to fight back.

The armor on his body was glowing faintly, protecting him tightly inside. Time and space began to flow, and Harry disappeared in an instant. The treasure on his body recorded everything that happened at this moment.

It was still endless darkness, and Harry felt like he was falling, but there was a strong force supporting him to rise. There was a voice with a hint of pity, and a gentle force caressed his furrowed brow.

"Remember what I said, don't trust anyone, don't trust anyone."

Harry felt uneasy and turned over, and then the extremely strong feeling of weightlessness instantly pulled him back to reality.

"Ouch!"

Ron took two steps at a time and became Harry's meat cushion, protecting him on his body.

Seeing that Harry was still pale and frowned, and showed no signs of waking up even after sleeping for five or six days, he felt particularly uneasy. He helped Harry onto the bed and looked at the body curled up in the quilt. Although he had grown a lot taller and looked like a young man, he could still see the shadow of his childhood on his face.

Ron moved his stool forward a little and ate the apple in his hand. Crunch, crunch -

Hermione came out in her hospital gown, and she felt overwhelmed when she saw Ron, who had not forgotten to eat even at this moment.

"You said you don't know how to be quiet all day, why are you still eating in the school clinic?"

Ron scratched his head in confusion, feeling that Hermione's anger came out of nowhere. A good man should not fight with a woman. He turned away, turned his back to Hermione and continued to eat his apple.

In fact, he felt a little guilty inside, after all, Harry almost fell down just now.

"I just saw Harry's fingers move." Seeing Hermione's anger growing, Ron quickly changed the subject.

Obviously, this strategy was very successful. Hermione sat down beside Harry's bed and tucked in the quilt for him with some heartache.

She turned her head and looked outside. Madam Pomfrey was obviously very busy these days. She would disappear from Hogwarts after changing the medicine for the patients in the school infirmary every day. Snape and Loffitt were fine when they came back. They found Dumbledore and left after talking in the office for a long time.

The only people left in Hogwarts now were McGonagall, Hermione, and Ron, who had hurried over after hearing that Harry had reappeared.

Hermione walked up to Ron and waved her wand, and Ron immediately felt as if there was a thin barrier around them protecting them.

His face was a little serious. Who was Hermione guarding against? She had become a little taciturn since she came back.

"Ron, you must remember that if one day I am gone in the future, no matter what happens, you must stand behind Harry without hesitation. No matter what he does, you must stick to him and cling to him. Do you understand?"

Hermione's tone was very serious, and her voice trembled as she spoke. She held Ron's hands tightly, which were sweaty and extremely cold.

Ron's eyes widened. He felt that Hermione's posture was a bit like she was telling him her last words. This made him feel particularly uneasy. What would Harry become like? Why did Hermione say that no matter what happened, she would stand behind him?

What happened to them during the time they disappeared? Ron felt annoyed and helpless about being treated as an outsider, but he was also particularly worried about his friend's experience.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

After listening to Ron's question, Hermione looked at Harry who was still lying on the hospital bed. After making sure that her magic had not failed, she nodded solemnly as if she had made some kind of decision.

Then her face turned pale and the effect of the spell disappeared instantly.

"No, no, you don't have to tell me again." Ron hugged Hermione and helped her to the hospital bed.

"I thought I could."

Hermione had a wry smile on her face. Despite her young age, she looked very experienced.

Ron sighed and just turned around, he saw that Harry had woken up without knowing when.

"Harry!" Ron was very happy. He jumped over and made an act of teleporting across the short distance.

But the moment he saw Harry's eyes clearly, he stood there in fear.

It had no eyeballs, and was all silver, a bit like the robots he had seen in science fiction movies in his previous life.

"Harry?" Ron asked tentatively. Hermione behind him barely supported herself from the bed and poked his back hard.

"What are you doing here? Are you stunned?" Hermione walked around to Ron with some dissatisfaction, put her hands on her hips, and looked at him fiercely, without any feeling of weakness just now.

Fortunately, Harry's condition only lasted for a moment and he returned to normal. His emerald green eyes were filled with a warm smile. It was really Harry!

Ron's nose felt sore, and he walked around Hermione in two or three steps, hugged Harry tightly, and patted his back hard, his snot and tears all over Harry's hospital gown.

"Damn you, why did you hide everything from me? I just went back a little earlier, how come you have to go through so much?" He cried uncontrollably, worrying about his good friend, worrying about his brother's whereabouts, weighing between friends and relatives, and uneasiness about the dangerous future, all of which were vented out at this moment.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault." Harry patted Ron's shoulder gently, trying to break free from his arms, but unfortunately he had just woken up and was powerless. He was also reluctant to use magic on Ron, so he had to look helplessly at Hermione who was standing not far away.

Hermione was obviously still upset about Harry facing danger alone, and after seeing that Harry's mental and physical state were better, she sat down on her bed angrily with her back to them.

These two boys are so carefree. It seems they have to rely on themselves for everything.

As for Dumbledore, after a series of careful arrangements, all plans were on track.

He sent both Snape and Loffitt out. Since returning from this trip, Loffitt has become particularly obedient. Yes, he also has a stronger sense of identity with Hogwarts in his heart. This is an unexpected surprise.

The capture operation of Moody was still in full swing. Strictly speaking, it wouldn't take long to check all the wizards in that space, but the complicated relationships between them made it difficult for him to find a handle. He could only watch Lucius, sent by Dumbledore, lobbying little by little, and then he would clean up the mess little by little.

After Lucius persuaded the other family with threats and inducements, Moody arrived at the target location, which was a remote place, close to the edge of space, or the edge defined by wizards in the past.

This space is very magical. I wonder who has such ingenious power to create such a great magical miracle. As more and more people come, the space extends outward little by little. Not to mention the wizards taking advantage of the recently popular picnics. Someone even found a lake at a certain edge. However, when people from the Ministry of Magic went to confirm it, they found that it was just a small puddle, but it had a tendency to develop into a stream.

My thoughts return to the present. The lights in that house have not yet been completely turned off. The Auror hiding there has sent a message saying that he saw with his own eyes that the target person has returned here, and his wife and son are there.

And just behind Moody, a terrible monster lurking in the shadows was staring at Moody's figure.

After Vernon escaped from the room, his whole body changed its form. With the help of some people, he was not caught by the Ministry of Magic. While retaining his sanity, he was filled with rage for revenge.

In the past few days, those people kept bringing evidence, even a photo of the Weasley family, pointing at the young man in the middle with a bright smile, the wizard who looked particularly familiar to Fenon.

What made him even more annoyed was that there was also Harry, the calamity of their family, who caused his son to disappear and Petunia to end up like this.

Relying on its unique advantage that although it is not strong, it can be extended, it successfully framed the two wizards in that room that day as suspects in several arrest operations by the Ministry of Magic. Seeing them full of grievances being taken away by their so-called law enforcement agencies, it really makes one want to laugh.

Now, his goal is to prevent these law enforcers from succeeding. According to what that group of people said, after the mission is completed, leaving some small clues at the scene will be enough to make those wizards kill each other, and then turn their spearheads on that little beast.

Vernon looked at himself landing on all fours, and was frightened when he looked in the mirror. He had lost all his humanity. He would not just do what those people said, he would let everyone be buried with him.

The strange-looking old guy went into the house while it was dark. Fenon waited patiently for a moment. According to past rules, there would be some Aurors lurking outside to monitor any abnormalities around.

hold on.

Fortunately, it didn't take long. Relying on his keen sense of smell and sensing the distribution of people around him, Fenon nimbly hid his body and entered the house.

In a sense, the wizard's magic is very great. From the outside, it is just a small house, but inside it is a whole different world. The sound of fighting can be heard from the upper stairs.

Vernon was the first to walk to the fireplace of the family and left a clue. It was a small sign given to him by the group of people. He couldn't understand it. It was a triangle with a circle inside and a vertical line inside.

Just like his little darling Dali, he was drawing strange eyes on paper with crayons.

Fenon watched for a moment, then carefully slid up the stairs. The fight there was very intense, and the flying spells forced him to be careful.

This family seems to have some background.

"How dare you, Moody? You are a half-human, half-ghost! Don't you take our pure-blood family seriously?"

Behind the man were his wife and son, all of them looking at this strange man who suddenly broke into their home in horror. There was a gleam of disbelief in the little boy's eyes. His biggest dream was to become an Auror, and he once collected pictures of the legendary Auror Captain Moody.

"Do you know why I came to arrest you today? Surrender now!"

The plan had obviously changed, and the family seemed to have been reminded. Although they still turned off the lights on time, they all gathered in one room, holding wands, obviously on guard against them.

The woman was obviously very angry, her chest heaving violently, but she still remained calm.

"Can you produce some evidence? Are the Aurors trying to enforce the law by imitating the Death Eaters of more than a decade ago?"

"Ma'am, we don't mean to hurt you. You can go upstairs with your child first. We only have one goal today."

A young man walked out from behind Moody, speaking in a very respectful tone.

This made the man in front of him a little embarrassed. He pulled his wife's arm and said, "Don't believe what they say. Run away!"

Moody was very impatient. He didn't know how his image suddenly became like this, so he took out a photo stone from his arms.

"Isn't this the evidence you want? Here you go."

The man got what he wanted. He obviously didn't expect that someone had recorded what he did. His face turned very ugly for a moment.