Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"We were eavesdropping on this on purpose."

Fred returned the pout playfully, looking at the helpless expression on Harry's face, "Well, actually I came here to tell you that it's time to eat."

George dropped his arms around Fred's shoulders and pulled them tight.

"I was wrong, I didn't mean it."

Fred felt a little guilty when he recalled his escape alone that day, but then he became justified and said, I was just a little faster. If it was George, he would definitely run faster than me.

"What's wrong?"

The two brothers shook their heads in unison, saying it was nothing.

Harry placed the drawing in his hand on the bedside table, pressed it with a cup, then drove Fred and George out of the room and went downstairs by himself.

"What did you think Harry was doing in the room just now? He was so mysterious."

Fred took out a retractable ear from his sleeve. He had just bent down to retrieve this thing. He tilted his ear and listened, but there was no sound left.

"I don't know, it's weird."

George took the retractable ear, but gained nothing.

"Forget it, whatever."

When Harry came down, Ron was sitting on the dining table, looking unhappy. His trouser legs and clothes were covered with mud, and there were some dirt in his hair.

Ginny sat aside and giggled non-stop until she hiccupped. Harry's eyes were full of smiles, and Percy's usually serious face showed his white teeth.

"Clean up--"

The mud on Ron's body didn't move at all. Harry looked at his palm in surprise. This shouldn't be the case. Magic at this lowest level should be able to work even without a wand.

"It's no use—"

Percy had obviously tried it just now, and the mud didn't seem to be mud. Seeing his little brother suffer such a big loss, Percy was going to help him clean it up, which was already very kind of him. If it happened to George and Fred, they would definitely record this scene and use it as material to make fun of it every day.

Harry felt something was wrong the more he looked at it. He took the wand from Ron's arms and tried it again, but it didn't move at all. The lumps of mud were still there, even when Harry touched them lightly.

Holding the mud in his hands, the mud did not decrease at all. The people around him realized that something was wrong. Percy stood up suddenly and looked up at the clock above. Ron's hands had been placed in an extremely dangerous position without him knowing when. He ran into the kitchen and pulled Molly over.

Harry began to shave Ron's hair, but Ron didn't move because he knew that something was wrong. He believed in Harry unconditionally, even though Harry was pointing his wand at his head.

He suddenly felt a chill on his head. The shirt on the back was soaked with sweat. Then his shirt and pants were torn in half. There were two girls around him. He squatted down uncomfortably and hugged his chest.

Ron's pointer gradually returned to normal, and then overlapped with several other pointers.

Harry gathered up the shaved hair, clothes and trousers, and the mud turned into a handful of crystal snow, which fell there gently, and did not melt at all even in such a high temperature.

Molly, still wearing rubber gloves and holding a plate of sausages in one hand, walked briskly to Ron.

Ginny didn't care about being shy. She surrounded her brother with a nervous look on her face, and stayed close to Harry. Harry also stood up from the stool and moved in to observe the situation.

The handful of snowflakes only existed for a moment in everyone's eyes, and then turned into wet mud, a flowing solid that slowly corroded the clothes and hair, swallowing them mouthful by mouthful.

Ron felt a chill on his back. He didn't understand why he was just trying to catch a goblin in the garden and the goblin used mud to attack him. He just got caught by accident. What were those things?

Harry stayed for a short while and then walked out of the room. A blue flame rose from the palm of his hand. The steaming heat caused the surrounding space to distort. Molly, who had rushed over, was slightly stunned when she saw this moment.

Then the flame destroyed everything in the palm of his hand and retracted into Harry's body.

Harry's control over Fiendfyre had improved by leaps and bounds recently.

Harry turned around and looked at Mrs. Molly behind him, smiling shyly, "We need to contact Headmaster Dumbledore about this matter. Do you have a way to contact him?"

Molly nodded imperceptibly, but her heart was gripped tightly. If she had seen correctly, then it was -

In the silent room, the hands clicked, and Mr. Weasley's hands coincided with several other hands, all pointing to home.

"What's going on? Why is it so quiet?"

George and Fred lay on the stair railing, looking down from above, looking at their little brother's tattered clothes, the worried look on their serious older brother's face, little Ginny who followed Ron closely, and the missing Harry, feeling a little confused.

However, no one present answered them.

"What's going on?" Fred jumped down from the railing and ran over.

George followed his brother's footsteps, jumped to the ground handsomely, knelt on one knee, and supported himself on the floor with one hand.

Unexpectedly, a shadow suddenly appeared on him. When he looked up, he saw his mother standing behind him, looking at him quietly.

George smiled awkwardly, "Hi, I'm going to find George——"

He threw the blame on Fred, who heard the noise coming from behind and turned his head in disbelief.

Molly and Harry had a brief conversation outside the door, and both sides reached a consensus on some things. Then the two of them came back one after another with normal expressions. Percy helped Ron change his clothes, patted his shoulder, and then took out a glass of juice from the kitchen.

"Drink it. Drinking something sweet will make you feel better."

Ron took it flattered. The juice was icy, with a sour and sweet taste, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hey, kids, I'm back."

Mr. Weasley parked his car in the yard. He was very busy these days as the Ministry was collecting Muggle contraband, but he was also very happy. There were so many new things he had never seen before, and he loaded most of them into his car and went back to study them carefully.

However, he didn't expect that as soon as he entered the house, the atmosphere was very solemn, which made him feel a little uneasy. He subconsciously glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and breathed a long sigh of relief. It seemed that it was not a big deal.