Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Ron felt like chewing wax. He stared blankly at the bottom of the thick soup pot in front of him. On one side was the brown liquid, thick and smooth, and on the other side was the clear soup with a few slices of radish floating on top.

Dumbledore used his prestige to successfully replace the spicy soup base of the shabu-shabu hotpot with chocolate sauce. Ron looked at the brown lumps in his bowl with some toothache.

The guests at the bottom of the clear soup pot changed in waves, and the owner of the chopsticks avoided the other side. Grindelwald took a deep breath, dipped a thin slice of ham in it under Dumbledore's expectant gaze, and stuffed it into his mouth in the blink of an eye.

Ron noticed that his pupils suddenly dilated and the muscles on both sides of his cheeks chewed mechanically.

"how is it going?"

"good to eat."

"Then give me some more."

Rosier poked Magg, and Magg understood. She coughed lightly a few times, then took out a small bottle of pills from her pocket and handed it to Grindelwald.

"Albus, I have been asked by Madam Pomfrey that you should eat less sugar even after leaving Hogwarts."

She waved her wand and poured all the chocolate bottoms from the pot into the bottle.

The bottle seemed to be full, and the cork on it jumped up a little, then fell heavily down, and came to Harry's side and jumped into his pocket.

This side was warm and cozy, while on the other side, in the world that had become a cyst in Ron's consciousness, in one of the few pure lands, Dudley was lying on the table under great pressure.

He managed to scare them all and arranged them next to the lake, but at that time, there were several troublemakers in the team.

There was even an indigenous resident who was said to have run away from here and was kindly sent back by them. However, the little girl returned to her home but did not receive any expected response.

Her parents looked at her strangely, and the little girl suddenly burst into laughter. At that time, Dudley was watching worriedly from the side, and finally took the little girl's hand and came to the center of the camp.

There was another one, the fake Ron who was sent out by Harry Potter but died before he could achieve his goal. The captain of that team dragged him around the entire camp, but no one claimed him. The captain was about to kill him in front of Dudley.

He had no choice but to pinch his nose and recognize this person. After all, the silver thread in his head kept beating, and he received a lot of looks of "I see".

Jaron was now with the little girl, and the two were whispering to each other, and no one knew what they were doing.

Kowin hid his body and stood outside the two guys' tent trying to eavesdrop, but despite his best efforts, he could not hear any sound from inside.

That shouldn't be the case. One was a powerless Muggle, and the other looked very strange, like Ron, but not like Ron. Some of his spells were terrible, and even the most basic fluorescent flash could only produce tiny sparks.

Who the hell is this guy?

The fake Ron narrowed his eyes at this moment, lying on the ground with one side of his face pressed tightly against the ground.

"It's useless to tell you, but there is an underground passage not far away. We can enter the laboratory inside."

"How are your preparations now? Can you wipe out all the wizards here in one go?" The fake Ron had a cruel smile on his face, like a villain in a book.

The little girl gave him a strange look, "Shouldn't you be in the same group with them? Why do you look like you hate them more than I do?"

She let her guard down at this time.

"I'm telling you, I was originally a Muggle like you. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"How come? You have a wand, and you can do magic."

The fake Ron said pitifully, "My relatives were killed by them. I also lost my name and I am not qualified to have my own face. Those guys threatened me to work for them."

"What!" The little girl was filled with righteous indignation. "It turns out that wizards are not good people. What my parents said is right."

"What did your parents say?" Fake Ron leaned over, silver light swirling in the depths of his pupils.

"Oh, that's not right. Wizards are so powerful, why would they threaten a useless guy like you?"

The little girl's words went straight to the heart of fake Ron.

His lips trembled and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Okay, okay, but I'm pretty good too, okay."

Fake Ron couldn't help but argue, and the little girl smiled contemptuously, "Then do you dare to go in with me?"

"Where to go? You decide!"

"Underground laboratory."

The fake Ron was stunned for a moment, then half-squatted so that he was on the same level as the little girl, with a different light flashing in his eyes.

"You're provoking me."

"I'm just provoking you, do you dare?"

"Have you ever been there?"

The little girl shook her head honestly, "No."

"Then why do you want to go?"

Ron, who had been harmless just now, now had a gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. He looked at the little girl with some fear and then took two steps back.

"Anyway, do you dare?"

"Of course."

While Kowen was still outside the tent trying to eavesdrop, he didn't know that the people inside had already left.

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful." The little girl lay on the back of the fake Ron, buried her head in his neck, closed her eyes tightly and felt the rapid changes in the surrounding environment.

Fake Ron smiled without saying anything, twisting the silver thread in the center of his palm proudly.

"Okay, open your eyes."

"Wow, this is my first time here."

"What are you doing here?"

"My parents have lost their memories. I suspect their strength has something to do with their intelligence."

Fake Ron asked casually, "Why do you say that? I heard along the way that your parents weren't very kind to you. You also told me on the way that you came out to escape from there."

The little girl's expression was very complicated.

"I saw my brother in the tent."

"Who?"

"My brother."

"So what? What does it have to do with you coming here for your parents?"

The little girl had completely thrown away her previous vigilance and blurted out everything she knew.

"They are researchers in the laboratory. They know something about the secrets at the center of the lake and think that these could be an opportunity for Muggles to become wizards."

Ron's voice changed slightly, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure."

"But the scars on your body, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to expose your scars, there are a lot of them."

"You wizards can't read minds."

"So you did it on purpose."

"Correct."

"Arrogance makes you miss the truth." She was obviously very proud now, "It seems that my brother has passed the most difficult stage. He has become a wizard."

"Although I'm not sure what a real wizard looks like, I'm sure that he's just a mutation and doesn't really have magic."

"Bullshit, you're just jealous." The girl was obviously a little stressed.

"Are you sure about me?" The fake Ron was acting like a bully, his clothes fluttering without wind, and he looked obviously very majestic.

The two walked for such a long time, but there was not a single person in the long corridor.

"What about you? In order to hide it from those wizards, your parents did a lot of cruel things. How can your brother become a wizard? You can only leave. If I am not mistaken, if the team does not bring you back, you will leave here forever, right?"

The fake Ron is obviously confident of victory. He knows best where to poke and where it hurts. What is worrying is not the lack of children but the inequality of distribution, as they are all children of their parents.

"I'm not afraid."

"Why aren't you afraid?"

The girl's answer was obviously unexpected, and there was no complaint, jealousy or hatred in her tone.

"You know what? I'm actually very lucky." She seemed to have met someone to whom she could truly speak her true feelings. The light above her head swayed slightly, just like her swaying heart at the moment.

"Oh? What do you say?"

"The continuation of the seeds of human civilization requires sacrifice. I am just a pioneer, and my parents will also participate in that great experiment."

Her tone was extremely confident, as if she had already seen a bright future, even if she would never be able to participate in this future.

"Your magic is not omniscient and omnipotent, and you are not God." A very sweet smile appeared on her face, and the fake Ron took two steps back in fear.

"Mads, crazys, all of them." He suddenly regretted his bold behavior. Even though they were a group of powerless Muggles, and even though he had the thread given by Harry to support himself, why was he still afraid and his body couldn't stop shaking?

No, I want to leave here, I want to leave here.

There was only one thought in the fake Ron's mind at this moment. He wanted desperately to escape and ask for help from the silk thread.

However, the thread quietly left his body without him noticing.

"Damn Potter, damn Potter." he cursed!

The long corridor suddenly turned into a series of small compartments. The underground area that seemed to be under the full control of wizards was opened up by Muggles through unknown means.

The girl was moving further and further away from the fake Ron.

"Thank you, little brother. I will always remember you."

Fake Ron was filled with endless regret at this moment. He shouldn't have underestimated the girl's age and thought he was omnipotent.

However, endless darkness swallowed him up, and a green gas suddenly filled the air. He felt dizzy. In the last scene, several people in white coats slowly walked towards him, with silver knives in their hands flashing mercilessly with cold light.

The girl skipped forward, and the underground environment gradually became lively.

She was hiding in a room. At this moment, the door suddenly opened and her parents, looking a little confused, were brought in by a man in black.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, how is the situation up there?"

"As you expected, many wizards are slowly pouring in. Currently, there are four groups stationed by the lake. However, they are on guard against each other, and -"

She raised one of her fingers, pointed upwards, and mouthed, "I don't really trust it."

The man nodded and continued to ask, "How is your brother now?"

"He, he seems to not recognize me now."

The man was silent, and the girl's parents sat beside him feeling a little uneasy. At this moment, they had completely abandoned the violent, cruel and ruthless image in Harry's eyes, and took on the calmness and bookish air unique to intellectuals.

"I, I, I've seen you." The woman followed her inner impulse and said stutteringly.

"Yeah." The girl's eyes were now filled with tears.

The man in black came over and touched her head lovingly, "You know what to do next? Right?"

Her body stiffened slightly, and she took a last look at her parents with some reluctance, then nodded obediently.

"Dead, dead, dead! The guy is missing."

Corwin rushed in hurriedly, with some blood on his chin. Dudley felt that he had just fallen asleep and woke up his brainless colleague.

"What's dead? Are you dead or am I dead? Can you just take it one day at a time and stop making such a fuss?"

"That little girl is dead!"

Dudley stood up from his seat in an instant, checking his clothes and appearance in front of the mirror. After making sure that he was still Harry, he strode out of the tent.

Clinton was standing by loyally at the side, and when he saw Harry walk out of the tent, he followed closely.

"Sir, why did you come out so suddenly?"

Dudley then realized that his behavior was somewhat irrational. Corwin came and went without a trace, and as an Obscurus this was his privilege, but it also cast a question mark on the source of his information.

And he went straight to the tent with a clear goal, which seemed out of place no matter how he looked at it.

"Bring the little boy here. I'll take him to his sister."

This was a really good excuse. Dudley's right hand trembled slightly. This was undoubtedly a cruel decision.

He didn't know yet that the little boy's memory had completely disappeared. At this moment, there was a big drum in his heart, and every word of Cowen was beating hard, making it impossible for him to think calmly.

The drum beats are sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and are accompanied by the sound of copper forks as interludes.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

Until the moment he opened the tent, all the sounds disappeared in an instant, and the whole world began to become extremely quiet. The figure of the little girl lying in a pool of blood began to magnify infinitely, and the world in front of his eyes began to spin.

Risking discovery, Corwin gave him a hard twist of the waist.

Clinton looked around suspiciously. Why did he feel like there was someone behind him?

Dudley came to his senses, walked stiffly to the little girl, and put his finger to her nose with trembling hands.

Dead, really dead. This little girl who had suffered so much and finally gained her freedom, died at the moment that was closest to happiness.

His eyes were slightly red, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, "Where is the man in the tent? Where is he? Where did he go?"

Dudley had never been so angry.

However, the wizards outside the tent looked at each other, and neither of them knew.

After all, they are guests, not criminals, and being looked down upon is not the treatment they deserve.