Harry Potter and the Rebirth

That night, in the joke shop in Diagon Alley, a child who looked very much like Fred, the deceased son of the Weasley family, appeared. The news spread like wildfire and was soon known by reporters from the Daily Prophet. In order to get first-hand information, a certain female reporter once again used her special abilities and sneaked in under the cover of night.

After hearing the news, Ron no longer had the heart to work. Several Aurors in the office had already gone home after get off work. He stood up and left, draped his coat over his right arm, turned off all the lights in the office, and left.

On the upper floor is the office of the Minister of Magic, where Hermione works. How long will she work today? Ron thought so but did not stop. He walked up the elevator and came to the magnificent hall. The statues from the reign of Voldemort had been destroyed and rebuilt, with two more people added than the earlier statues.

As usual, Ron compared his height with that of Harry in the statue and shook the briefcase on his shoulder. Since a certain year, he had always been a head taller than Harry, so he left with satisfaction.

Are you going home? The stars were very bright today, and the moon was gone. He came out of a narrow alley. His eldest brother Bill was leaning against the wall, waiting for him.

"You came."

"Ah."

"Fred is back today. Although it goes against common sense, we can feel that he is the real Fred. I think I should inform you of this matter."

"Are Mom and Dad still angry?"

no answer.

The two of them exchanged a few words indifferently, and then Bill strode away.

Ron suddenly felt like drinking. He missed the butterbeer in Hogsmeade village very much. That was the happiest time in his life.

"You damn bastard!" He kicked the wall hard as if cursing. Due to years of disrepair, the wall was covered with white shells that were almost crumbling. A few pieces of the shells fell off with a click, and some of them stuck to Ron's black leather boots.

Ron returned home in the middle of the night. There was no light on, and Hermione thought that he would sleep in the office again tonight.

Ron didn't have the energy to keep turning on the lights. Today, when he was drinking in the bar, a seductively dressed woman put a card into his pocket and winked at him.

He took the card with a clear conscience and now threw it on the sofa together with the briefcase. The documents in the bag were scattered all over the floor, revealing that some things happened in the joke shop yesterday morning. The provider of one of the records was from Pansy, and the friendship between the two people had reached an unexpected agreement to some extent.

He suddenly fell on the soft carpet at home, half asleep and half awake, his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. He vaguely felt someone walking towards him. The figure was very familiar, but very thin and bony.

This familiar feeling from deep in his heart made him feel particularly at ease, but it soon hit him on the head like a sledgehammer.

Why is he here?

"Why are you surprised to see me?" Looking at the guy lying in a puddle of mud on the ground, the man walking over said viciously.

"Come on, I haven't seen you for several years and now you're in such a terrible state." Ron supported half of his body and leaned on the sofa cushion. He was really careless today. Who knew that this guy would come at this time?

"Where's Hermione? She hasn't come back, has she? If she knew or saw it, all you've done would be in vain, and all the suffering I've endured would be in vain." Ron's voice rose and fell, and it was obvious that he was quite drunk at the moment.

"Clear spring like water——"

A stream of cold water came out from the tip of the guy's wand and poured onto Ron's face.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you doing nothing? What are you doing?"

He got up from the ground with a curse and opened his arms. "You stinky guy! You've dragged me down so badly. How are you doing now? Fred is back. It seems that your plan has been half successful. I'm so happy."

He cursed with a smile, and then tears gushed out continuously. The man hugged Ron and whispered, "It will be soon. You will be able to see Snape soon."

The man hesitated for a moment, but when he saw Ron crying in front of him, he realized how much he and his friends had paid for this plan. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Heaven and earth are cruel and treat all things as straw dogs. Dumbledore wants me to believe in fate, but I don't!

He needs to go back to that magical mountain range again. Until the plan succeeds, he needs to stay there to ensure a stable connection between the two time and space.

Hermione came and stood in front of the yard of the Burrow. The street was empty at this moment. There was still a light on inside the Burrow, but it went out in an instant as if to avoid Hermione's gaze.

She knew that it was Ginny. The papers in her hands had been folded back and forth many times, and were even soaked with sweat. On one of the papers was a picture of a man wearing a black wizard robe, which was empty, as if draped over a skeleton. The man in the photo revealed a corner of his chin, and his bloodless lips were surrounded by sparse stubble.

This man contacted Ron very frequently, and he showed up at home again tonight. If she didn't know that Ron's gender orientation was female, she would really start to doubt whether her husband was a homosexual. Of course, in the British Empire, this seemed to have become a fashion and trend in secret.

She sent an Auror who was skilled in lurking to leave work early. After receiving the news, he lurked in the surrounding area. After that person went in, he immediately sent a message to Hermione.

Hermione believed that Ginny had the right to know at this moment, but she didn't know whether the door of this house would still be willing to open to her. Her parents had long forgotten her because of the memory erasure spell they had cast on them in their early years.

Hermione could only lurk in the distance regularly every year and watch them from afar. Fortunately, they all lived happily and no one could not live without the other, even her daughter.

She turned and left. Forget it. She would wait until she found the person before telling Ginny.

After she left, the lights in the house came on again. Fred and his brother were huddled in the same room and sleeping soundly. It seemed like things had gone back a few years. George couldn't sleep. He looked at his brother who was within his reach and burst into tears. It turned out that what Ron said was true.

The Weasley family was very receptive to the resurrection of their family member. Even though the Daily Prophet published some seemingly false news the next day, sparking widespread discussion in the wizarding world, it did not affect the Weasley family at all.

There was a big news in the Ministry of Magic today. Neither the Minister of Magic nor the current Auror Captain came to work. After most of the day, a tall and thin man in a cloak handed over a letter.

The handwriting on it was very familiar, it was Hermione's handwriting. She said that she had some matters that required her to go on a long journey, and asked the Deputy Minister of Magic to take care of it during this period of time.

So what is going on?

However, Hermione, with her superb magic and extremely sharp intuition, finally caught her husband meeting the mysterious man.

Watching the two of them hugging each other in the dark, Hermione had a strange expression on her face. She and Ron hadn't had sex for a long time. She didn't know whether it was a perversion in silence or an explosion in silence. Obviously Ron chose the former. Could it be that he and Harry had been in school -

All sorts of speculations flooded into Hermione's mind all of a sudden. She had always been thinking about things in a profound way before, but today, seeing the real version of a male mistress really caught her off guard.

"Who are you?" Hermione was surprisingly not angry. She always felt that there was something weird about this matter. Fortunately, today everything would be revealed to the world.

Feeling the wand pressed against his back, the man sneered.

Hermione moved her ears and felt that it was familiar, but she still couldn't guess it. She shouted, "Who are you?"

"Why didn't you rescue your husband first before threatening others?"

Such a long sentence made Hermione move her ears involuntarily. The voice was so familiar, even though he tried to lower it deliberately.

"Harry?!" This name that had been hidden in her heart and mouth for a long time seemed to resurface today. Surprise, fear, happiness, loss, a mixture of emotions made her a little panicked for a moment.

The man turned around and took off his hood. The face underneath the hood did not look like Harry, but an oriental man with highland red on his face, rough skin, messy hair with knots in some places and some dandruff that had not been cleaned up.

The sour smell mixed with the fragrance of grass clippings hit Hermione in the face. She felt a little dizzy for a moment. She raised her wand, but her eyelids became heavier. Before she could even utter the second sentence, she fell dizzy on the carpet and leaned against Ron. It was the first time for the couple to have physical contact in many years.

It was still the boundless night and no one knew what was happening here. The Aurors guarding outside the house were alert to the movements around them.

It seemed like a very long time had passed before a faint, slightly melancholy voice came from the room.

"Ah."

In another time and space, Harry and Ron were struggling to survive amidst the mad rush of a group of lizards.

"Harry, didn't you say you would take me to Apparate? At least we are wizards. We have some broomsticks in our pockets. It's not impossible for us to use transportation." Ron was running out of breath. There was a trace of blood oozing from his throat. His lungs were breathing like two broken bellows. His brain was congested and his feet were sore, as if he would fall to the ground at the next moment.

"We can't fly, and I didn't expect that using magic here would make us go crazy."

Harry was complaining bitterly. He really didn't expect that he would become a caveman after staying in there for so long. It was really his fault that he didn't prepare for this lesson in advance. The silver threads rushed forward frantically, and some of them lost contact and were trampled by the giant lizards. Harry and Ron were running around, fleeing left and right, making a living under their feet. It was really a miserable life.

"Then what should we do next? Ugh!" A mouthful of wind and sand poured in, and Ron swallowed a mouthful of mud and concrete.

"Let's go underground. There should be an underground cave not far ahead. There are some abandoned buildings hidden inside. We should be able to hide there for a while."

"Really?" After just a moment, Ron's impression of Harry changed from reliable to extremely unreliable. Is this guy really so shrewd and calculating? No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like it.

Forget it, if we are to die, we die together. I can't leave Harry behind and escape by myself. So the rest of the journey was quick. A silver thread acted like an infusion tube, excreting the toxins out of Harry's body.

Just now when he took Ron away from Fred, the magic he used made him feel unwell, so he was so weak at the moment.

The entrance of this cave is not very big. If it is placed on a human scale, it is like two watermelons put together. If it is placed on a monitor lizard's scale, it is not much different from the size of a sesame seed.

Harry pushed Ron in, then rushed in himself. The two of them hid in an open space where the passage protruded, feeling the vibrations from the ground above.

"Will this place not collapse? These guys are so heavy, if they jump a few more times, we will be gloriously buried." Ron did not forget to complain at this time. He looked at the dark space around him with some sadness. It would be a good idea to find a coffin for himself before he died, so that he could rest in peace.

"No." After Harry said this, the two held their breath and their hearts were in their throats, because the monitor lizard suddenly stopped, and they seemed to smell the disappearance of the two life breaths.

Although their IQ is not as high as that of humans, it is comparable to that of five or six-year-old children. They have basic emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, as well as curiosity, pursuit, and desire for things.

Through this underground cave, the two men could see some monitor lizards stopped in confusion, and they stretched their claws into the soil and stirred it vigorously.

A monitor lizard seemed to have smelled the two of them, and its huge eyes suddenly appeared next to the cave. Ron was frightened, but he didn't know when Harry had put up a protective barrier next to the two of them, and his body was a little shaky at this time.

"Oops, Harry." Ron didn't know what to do now, so he just made up his mind and continued to jump down while holding Harry. No wizard would die from falling, and the deeper they went, the greater the chance of their safety.

Harry's chest heaved violently as he felt the wind coming from the side of the passage. This passage was interconnected like a beehive, regular, structured, and familiar.

It seemed to have taken him back to a certain place. If he went down further, he would probably bump into an eggshell.

With a bang, there was a sound of human body colliding with metal. The air here was thin and slightly humid. There was a secret base hidden here.

With many years of experience in online literature, Ron thought of it very keenly.