Harry Potter and the Rebirth

George smiled brightly, but for some reason, a chill suddenly ran through his body, like an icy snake crawling into his clothes, and he shivered.

"Are the kids ready? They'll be at our house soon for the appointed time."

"OK OK."

On the road, Ron, Harry and Ginny sat in the last row, the Weasley twins and their brother Charlie, Bill and Percy sat together, Arthur was driving in the front, and Molly sat in the passenger seat. It was a lively family.

Ron's Adam's apple rolled, but the sound was not noticeable in the noisy car.

"What's wrong with you? You seem a little nervous." Harry asked knowingly with a teasing look on his face. This guy is still useful for the time being and is his backup left here.

"Potter, Senior Potter." Ginny pretended to be shy. She seemed to think the word "senior" was very ambiguous, and the ending of her voice rose slightly. The twins sitting in the front row heard it and started shouting.

Ginny's face instantly turned red, like a ripe red apple about to fall.

Harry thought amusingly, these guys are really good at acting, George doesn't look like he's acting at all, and the girl next to him doesn't seem to be acting well.

He looked out the window through the layer of black film. He wondered how long it would take Dumbledore to come over after seeing the little gift he had left for him.

He separated another strand of consciousness to sense the little kid from the East who was thousands of miles away.

It’s strange, why do I feel like there’s no connection?

It seems that his casual back-up plan did not work and was discovered immediately. That was really a pity, but that was also a good thing. It would make Dumbledore continue to be troubled and help him sneak into Hogwarts and meet the children.

The little boy mentioned by this person was currently in the Room of Requirement, staring at the person in the mirror in a daze.

Is this really me——

"Why isn't this you? I am you. Are you going to struggle any further? Harry Potter?"

All the hidden memories of the past were revealed one by one: the underground secret room hidden in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, the person sitting on the throne in the castle in the magical space.

When he and Dudley first met, he was the master Dudley referred to as, he was also Bai You's master, and he was also Herman's master.

Harry, Zhou Fu, the weird Cedric, the suddenly smart Neville, and even Ron Weasley who has been reincarnated three times.

Even this is a world that you send yourself into with your own hands.

Harry slumped on the ground, sweating profusely. The space in the Room of Requirement began to shake violently. Unable to withstand such a chaotic and violent force of time and space, Lofitt, who was still sleeping, suddenly woke up. He quickly flew towards the source of the perceived chaos.

Harry, who had already arrived at the picnic site, was in an even happier mood. He even had the mind to hum a little tune, even though his arms began to become transparent and his beating heart was revealed from his chest hidden inside his clothes.

He tilted his head, looked at George playing with Fred not far away, and walked over with a smile on his face.

"George and I have something to discuss."

"You are hiding something from me, George." Fred looked at George with a blaming look, but George didn't respond at all. He pushed his twin brother aside and then jumped next to Harry.

"What is it? What is it?"

"Let's go a little further away first."

"Okay."

Ron looked at the two people walking away with a worried look on his face. He was really worried and followed them. Ginny was helping her mother tidy up the tent at that time.

"Let me assign the tasks next." Molly directed Arthur to move everything down.

"Percy and Bill, you two will be in charge of setting up the tent. Charlie, go and return the key. It's at the administrator's place at the entrance where we came in."

"it is good--"

"What about me?" Arthur raised his hands high.

"You are responsible for picking some wild flowers and then spreading a carpet outside the tent. We will have lunch there."

"Ron——"

No one responded. Everyone looked left and right, but there was no sign of Ron.

"Ron? Did any of you see where he went?"

"Mom, Harry and George are gone too."

"Don't worry, Harry took George away to have a private talk and left me here alone." Fred, hiding behind the crowd, said dissatisfiedly.

"Why don't you follow him? This is not like your style." Percy asked curiously. This guy is fearless, but why does he just follow Harry's orders?

"you guess--"

Percy just remembered an event from long ago and nodded to show his understanding.

Arthur looked a little nervous. "Did you see where they went?"

As Arthur's wife, Molly was extremely sensitive to her husband's emotions. She came over with some concern and gently squeezed his arm.

Fred pointed in a direction. He obviously didn't realize the importance of the matter yet. He was still expressing his dissatisfaction. "They must be hiding something from me, but what is there to hide? I really don't understand."

Arthur immediately disappeared from the spot. The people present had never seen him like this before. He muttered to himself on the way, "It shouldn't be that bad, it shouldn't be that bad. Dumbledore said that he shouldn't do anything now."

"Harry, I think this is a bit far away. What exactly do you want to tell me?"

Harry and George left the camping area and walked further and further away. The mountains in the distance became larger and larger in their field of vision. At a glance, the sky was squeezed to just a line.

"You -" Harry looked George up and down, "What's wrong with me -" George was a little excited at this time, "Is there any secret mission that needs me to carry out? I like these the most. I promise you, Harry, I will never be as unreliable as Fred!"

"Okay." Harry smiled and used his limited magic power to cast an extremely powerful spell of shattering. George stared in disbelief until the spell reached his face. He confirmed the power of the spell, then he turned sideways and lost one of his ears, with blood gushing out continuously.

Enduring the pain, George covered the cut part of himself, pointed his wand at Harry, and asked in disbelief, "Who are you? In his body?"

"You don't need to know--" Harry's eyes flashed with silver light, and suddenly rushed into George's head.

His lips moved up and down, making one inaudible sound after another, and George turned into a silver bead, falling from mid-air and hitting the lawn heavily.

At this time, Ron hurried over. He only saw a figure in front of him. When he got closer, he found that there was only this one figure.

He felt disappointed for a moment, and ran over, asking in a trembling voice, "Where's George? Didn't he come with you?"

Harry smiled brightly and showed him the silver bead in his hand. "It's right here. Do you like it?"

The dagger is revealed.

Ron was not afraid at all at this moment. Extreme anger filled his mind. The magic wand hidden in his sleeve flew out with a buzzing sound, "Change him back quickly."

Harry was still smiling.

Looking at the face of his former friend, who had now done such a vicious thing, Ron unconsciously took out some of his anger on the original Harry.

"You, I told you to change him back."

"What are you talking about? He is just like this." Harry laughed shrilly in a strange voice.

Then, his figure disappeared like bubbles in the sunlight, and the bead in his hand rolled down vertically. Ron knelt on the ground and hurriedly picked it up, with big tears rolling down. As his mind was rapidly turbulent, a tiny silver light appeared where Harry disappeared, and quickly penetrated into Ron's mind.

Ron froze in place for a moment, kneeling on the ground, his body covered in grass and dirt, staring blankly at the cold bead in his hand.

When Arthur caught up with him, he saw Ron kneeling on the spot and thought to himself that this was not good.

Harry's body was divided into many parts. One part, for a prank, traveled thousands of miles, overcame numerous dangers, broke into Hogwarts, and dealt a fatal blow to Harry who was absorbing memories.

The memory of "killing" George with his own hands came to Harry's mind. He shed tears of blood and looked extremely terrifying.

"Where is this? What did that guy do to me?" George woke up early and was surprised to find that there were colorful lights and countless lights and shadows flowing rapidly around him. Not far away was a bright passage exit and many sounds were heard.

"George? George!"

The sound became louder and louder, and George felt himself being pulled by an invisible force, and finally slammed heavily into a bulky body, but his soul fit in perfectly.

Then he felt a fishy breath suddenly approaching. He turned his head in disgust and saw a burly man with a full beard. He didn't know this person.

But this person seemed to be very familiar with him.

"What are you daydreaming about? Our dear boss Weasley, are you going to open your joke shop today? Don't you see that there is such a large group of customers waiting for you in the back?"

George looked at his hand, which contained a large bronze lock and a bunch of golden keys. Relying on his skilled muscle memory, he opened the door with a click, and a long line of people came in. Everyone held a newspaper in their hands, and they looked at George with gossipy expressions.

"Why are they looking at me?" George asked in confusion.

The big man showed a sympathetic look on his face, and then handed the Daily Prophet in his hand to George. On it was a person he was very familiar with, an adult version of Harry Potter, who was roaring angrily, with tangled hair and a slovenly appearance, as if he was a wanted criminal who had been hiding for a long time and was finally caught.

At this time and space, all the guests have arrived and the show has officially begun. Unfortunately, there are not many spectators and not many people can appreciate this wonderful scene.

George walked around this small three-story joke shop, seeing one joke product after another that was very much to his taste, or even what he had imagined. He touched his ear, which seemed to have healed for a long time, and there was no more blood flowing out.

The memories of the two time and space quickly overlapped, and he could not distinguish the future from the present. Who am I? Where is this place?

In a bar not far from the joke shop, a young man fled in a panic, looking at everything that had turned upside down, he felt that it was not real. He tried his best to explain to the people around him that Harry Potter was framed and that the photo in the Daily Prophet was just taken by someone with bad intentions.

Then he saw a black figure standing outside the crowd. People were coming and going on both sides of him, but no one noticed him.

Dumbledore was in trouble at this time, and Grindelwald found him with a very serious expression.

"I received letters from Qingcheng Mountain and Kodosdoriz successively. They both expressed their difficulties and then cut off contact."

Dumbledore closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and asked calmly, "Have you investigated what exactly is going on?"

"I have detained the two people who delivered the letter. I have not let either of them go. But as for the specific circumstances, I have not yet learned about them."

Dumbledore shook the mirror in his hand, a faint light flashed, and Professor McGonagall's eyes appeared in the mirror, which made Dumbledore breathe a sigh of relief.

"Minerva, where are you now?"

"Albus, I was just looking for you. We met up with them and rested on the way here, but they all disappeared overnight. Several of our professors investigated the surrounding areas and found no suspicious people or strange things."

"Got it. Then you guys come back first."

"I want to meet them."

Grindelwald nodded, and after a while, four saints came over with two people.

A man wearing a Taoist robe, who looked very young, with his eyes full of rebelliousness, glared angrily at Dumbledore and Grindelwald beside him.

The other one was a middle-aged man. He lowered his head and looked ahead cautiously. After meeting Grindelwald's eyes, he immediately lowered his eyelids, appearing very cautious.

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

Dumbledore looked at this middle-aged man with deep eyes, high nose and sparse hair. The images flashed by quickly and every person he met was vivid in his mind.

The middle-aged man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it would be best to forget it, it would be best to forget it.

"Drey——" Dumbledore called out his name accurately. He had seen him in the teacher's portrait that had not been destroyed in the castle. He was also the traitor in the headmaster's words. He ran away with his son and another child from the school.

De Lai was sweating profusely and could no longer support his body, so he collapsed to his knees.