Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"I wonder if this is the right time?" Harry muttered to himself, staring at the armor through Hermione's eyes.

"What should we do next?" Draco looked at Hermione, he couldn't hear what Harry said from here.

Hermione was silent for a while, probably communicating with Harry, then raised her plain face and uttered one word, "Wait."

"How? How long do you have to wait? The guy in the castle can't wait to see you."

Draco felt disgusted when he thought of the soul that had taken over Harry's shell.

"Can the Floo network be connected between these two spaces?" Hermione asked.

Draco shook his head. "I'm afraid not. The Floo Network in the same space is relatively stable, but there may be big problems in two spaces. Moreover, this is the Room of Requirement."

"So, does it take so long every time we get here?" Hermione had a headache because Harry just told her that he could feel that the opportunity was right in front of him, so Hermione couldn't leave for the time being, but that guy wanted to see Hermione again tomorrow.

The two were silent for a moment, thinking hard.

"Well, otherwise, no." Draco shook his head. He pinched his chin and walked around Hermione a few times. "Do you have any female friends you are familiar with? The kind that you trust very much."

Smart Hermione immediately understood what Draco wanted to express - Polyjuice Potion. Although she couldn't stay in the manor all the time, she could find someone to play herself.

"Ginny please?" Hermione thought first.

"If you want to find her, how are you going to tell the Weasleys?" This was the first thing Draco thought of. "I'm sure you can't hide this from Ron."

"Well, what about that person?" Draco thought of the girl who seemed to have a close relationship with Harry. She left a very deep impression on him and he still can't forget her.

Hermione also knew what he meant. She turned to communicate with Harry, but finally shook her head in disappointment.

"Harry said he wasn't sure where the girl came from, and that she might be in the same group as the person who is now occupying his body."

Draco made a grinding sound. He didn't know what to do for a moment. How could he find a girl who was about the same height as Hermione, trustworthy, and would not be discovered by that man?

"Or else, it's just you," Hermione said shyly, her expression firm.

"No need, just Ginny." Draco made the decision. In his opinion, this was the most suitable option.

It goes without saying that the person who occupies Harry's body has a high level of trust in Harry's wife from his previous life. Also, the person who occupies Harry's body will try his best to avoid people who are very familiar with the original Harry, not to mention women with whom he might have emotional entanglements.

As a female, the girl is quite capable and smart.

Is a perfect candidate.

"What about Ron—"

"Who cares? Even if he's discovered, he won't go around making a fuss. I just want you to think about how to negotiate with him in advance."

Hermione, and Harry inside Hermione's head, fell silent. This was the most difficult problem to face.

"I will use the power of the Hogwarts school director to arrange for a cheering elf to take good care of you without being discovered. I will also come here regularly. I will also take good care of your parents. I wish you safety."

Draco left after saying this. It was already early in the morning and he had to arrange everything before that person visited Hermione tomorrow.

The first thing to do is to get the Polyjuice Potion that may be provided for a long time and used in large quantities, while concealing its whereabouts as much as possible. Then sneak into the Weasley house, persuade Ginny to agree, and let the Weasley family keep it secret. Finally, Ginny has to be given the most basic training to ensure that she doesn't reveal any clues in front of that guy.

Draco felt that he had a great responsibility and took action without stopping.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he left the Room of Requirement, he would run into Professor Snape face to face. The professor was still wearing a black cloak, with greasy hair draped on both sides of his cheeks, staring at him with an unpredictable expression.

"What are you doing here?" Snape had dark circles under his eyes, and it was obvious that he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. His face looked a little old, which made Draco horrified.

The last time he saw him was a few days ago, when he went to Malfoy Manor to brew potions. How come he looked like this now?

"You--" Snape guessed the question in Draco's mind, but did not explain too much, "What are you doing here?"

Draco looked left and right, and there was a clear message on his face: This was not a good place to talk.

"Troublesome little devil." Snape glanced at the portrait of the troll, then carried Draco's clothes to his office. The journey from the eighth floor to the basement floor was very quiet. The stairs no longer made trouble, and the ghosts that usually wandered around disappeared. The murals on both sides of the wall were very quiet, just like Muggle photos.

Draco frowned. He had never been here during the holidays. The castle seemed dead, without any vitality.

"Creaky—" Snape pushed open the door, and the steaming hot air from inside hit his face. Draco closed his eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable.

When he opened his eyes again, Snape was already sitting on the chair, and next to him was a girl who was brewing potion. Her black hair was draped over her shoulders neatly, and her green eyes were staring at the potion in the crucible meticulously. When she saw Draco coming, she didn't say hello, but just glanced at him without saying a word.

"She, she, why is she here?" Draco clearly remembered that Hermione had just said in his ear that this guy could not be trusted. Now it seemed that his first step was exposed.

"Aren't you here too?" Snape said lazily, without any intention of explaining.

"I felt it was too boring to stay in the manor alone, so I volunteered to be the professor's assistant."

Draco shut his mouth. Now that some time had been wasted, he hurried back to the manor and told Dumbledore about this matter and asked him to complete the task.

"Hey, why are you leaving?" Snape's eerie voice sounded from behind.

"Professor, I'm sorry to bother you." Draco turned around and wanted to leave, but he was stopped by Snape. "Didn't you want to find a place where there was no one? Now this place is just what you wanted."

Draco looked at Harry who was brewing the potion. The girl looked at him obediently and didn't show any intention of leaving. Snape didn't scold her either, and completely approved of Harry's behavior.

This reminded Draco of an outrageous story in his previous life. The woman who made the professor fight for his whole life and loved him all his life seemed to have a pair of green eyes.

"I, I'm here to get medicine for Hermione. I don't want you to have to go there in person tomorrow."

"You--" Snape originally wanted to say a group of people, but then changed his words, "This won't happen again." He threw out a few bottles of potions, and Draco hurriedly hugged them in his arms.

"Professor, I also want to go see Hermione. After all, she is also my classmate."

Snape nodded slightly, "The sooner you go, the sooner you will be back."

Draco screamed like a groundhog in his heart. This was simply a bad job. Why was he so unlucky? Hermione was now trapped in the Room of Requirement and couldn't get out. The fake Hermione hadn't even had time to find her, and there was no news about the Compound Potion.

But the little witch like Harry, after finishing brewing the potion in her hand, came to Draco with a smile and said playfully and cutely, "Can I stay at your Malfoy Manor tonight?"

Under Snape's gaze, Malfoy really couldn't say no. He smiled bitterly and looked at his godfather with pleading eyes, but Snape acted as if he didn't see it and drove them both out.

"I need my sleep, trolls."

There were actually some spare potions in Malfoy Manor, and there might be some Polyjuice Potion as well, but Draco was not sure. Now Ginny had no way to find her, so he glanced at the smiling girl beside him.

Forget it, then just call Ron up. They seem to be a couple in the back anyway, so that's it.

Draco felt the long hair in his pocket and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was still room for solution.

Ron was sleeping soundly at this moment. He had almost never lived in such a comfortable room. The house-elves would prepare everything for him. The decoration was low-key and luxurious. Everything exuded the taste of gold Galleons. The decoration was simple but not simple, and the fabrics were almost of the finest quality.

Ron finally understood why Malfoy showed a look of disgust when he first met them. After living in such an environment for a long time, it is hard not to feel superior when you go out.

His whole body was sunk into the soft and cool silk bedding, and the air was filled with a pleasant fragrance, which is said to be good for health. It was a very beautiful dream.

But suddenly, he felt as if someone was standing next to him. He tried desperately to get up but was unable to move, just like being sleep paralyzed.

He immediately despised himself. How could he be so content with comfort that he forgot that the Malfoy family might not be good people? By the time he was able to move, he was sweating all over. He felt that there was indeed a dark shadow beside him, with a lot of resentment.

"Ah!" Before he could shout a second time, his mouth was sealed.

"Shut up, you stupid Weasley!" This was the extremely angry Draco. He became angry as soon as he saw the red-haired guy.

"Don't struggle. Listen to me. This Harry has been replaced by someone else. The real Harry is in Hermione's soul. He needs to condense a new body, so Hermione can't appear in one place at the moment. And that guy is going to see Hermione tomorrow, so someone needs to impersonate him."

Ron stopped struggling. He sat on the bed, looking suspiciously at Malfoy, who seemed to be talking nonsense.

"And I encountered some accidents during the process, so I had to look for a suitable candidate in the castle. You are familiar with Harry, and you are also Hermione's boyfriend."

This made Ron blush.

"What's more, you have a suitable reason to explain your sudden disappearance. I heard that your father Arthur seemed to be injured."

Ron had a strange look on his face.

"Okay, perfect, it's happily decided. I'm just here to inform you, not to discuss it with you."

Ron raised his leg and wanted to run. He had not yet fully absorbed such a large amount of information. However, the guy in front of him looked like a vengeful ghost, holding a bottle of something in his hand, which exuded a strange smell. No matter how he looked at it, his fate would not be good.

But Ron was suddenly pressed on the bed. How could he resist Malfoy, who was extremely angry, full of strength and full of bugs? He could only watch in despair as this strange liquid flowed into his throat.

Hiss, it tastes pretty good, icy cool, with a warm fragrance mixed with the scent of bamboo and pine.

Only when winter comes do we realize that pine and cypress are the last to wither.

He was in a trance for a while, listening to Malfoy's words, if this was Polyjuice Potion, this should be the taste of Hermione. His face was as red as a persimmon. Finally, he endured the pain and felt his skeleton getting smaller little by little, some parts grew, and some parts disappeared.

Malfoy threw a pair of pajamas over and said, "Put it on quickly and be prepared. You are Hermione, do you understand?"

Ron nodded vigorously. Although he wanted to say that he would not distrust his friend, Harry's night in Qingcheng Mountain and everything that happened along the way made him feel very strange.

Besides, this guy Malfoy seems to have some kind of mysterious connection with Harry. It might be normal for him to know something that he doesn't know.

What's more, his father was not injured, which is the key.

They passed the fireplace and came to the top floor, Hermione's ward, where Dumbledore was sitting in a soft chair, looking at the night outside the window, lost in thought.

Ron was relieved when he saw Malfoy leading a little girl through the fireplace and coming here. It seemed that everything he said was true.

The flames in the fireplace quickly went out, and the burning ashes slowly swirled around the room.

"But the Polyjuice Potion doesn't last long." Ron raised his question.

"It's okay, Headmaster Dumbledore still has plenty." Draco replied.

Early the next morning, "Harry" was surprised to see "Harry" in the castle. He did not show anything unusual, but greeted Harry as he remembered. After breakfast, he suggested that he and Ron go up to see Hermione.

"Where's Ron?" Harry looked at the table in a strange way. He looked at Malfoy, who looked particularly radiant, with even more suspicion. Did he drink the radiant potion? Could it be that this guy likes -

Harry was lazily cutting fried eggs at the dining table. Just as she was about to say something, she met Malfoy's slightly pleading eyes. She smiled casually and then said, "I seem to have heard that something happened to his father? He passed away overnight last night."

"Oh?" Harry pretended to be anxious. "Then let's go see Hermione first, and then go see Mr. Weasley."

Dumbledore's grip on the dinner knife tightened, then immediately relaxed.

"Okay." He nodded in agreement.