Harry Potter and the Rebirth

It's too late.

The pendulum of fate struck Hu Yide with unrivaled momentum and speed. He had never known clearly what was happening as he did at this moment.

It was so light and warm. He suddenly felt as if all the shackles on his body had been released and he was floating in the air, feeling dizzy.

A man stood in front of his body and examined it carefully. He kicked his head with his foot, and after confirming that he was dead, he squatted down, took away the token from his waist, and took a handful of his hair, counted the number of strands, and then soaked it in a transparent liquid.

He took out a small bottle from the storage bag. The green liquid inside was bubbling. He gently opened the cork, white smoke rose, and the green liquid poured on Hu Yide's body. In just a moment, his body disappeared, leaving only a pool of burn marks on the ground.

Healed like new -

The same green, with traces of life, restored the corroded haystack here to its original state bit by bit, and the man disappeared.

After traveling for a while, he finally arrived at the foot of a small hill, where a small team was waiting for him. The leader was a wizard, followed by a dozen Muggles. They seemed to have a very good relationship and were very harmonious, and they respected the wizard.

This scene is really rare in this space, but the principal saw the whole smile.

After seeing the signal, the leading wizard came to a date tree outside the jungle, where the principal in a black robe had been waiting for him.

"Teacher." The man bowed respectfully, his eyes filled with admiration and respect.

"Here you go." The principal threw over a huge storage bag, which contained dozens of bottles of polyjuice potion, some paper materials, and Hu Yide's plucked hair.

"Teacher, this is——"

The headmaster showed the token in the man's hand and said, "This token belongs to the Weasley family. You disguise yourself as Hu Yide and go in and lurk. Try to blend into the upper echelons."

The man was very excited. All his senior brothers and sisters had already received their tasks, and he was only protecting a few companions in the deep mountains and forests. This made him feel particularly useless. Now he finally had a place to use his skills, and he immediately had the urge to show his skills.

"This person is——"

"This man is a notorious dark wizard who once killed hundreds of Muggles just to increase his own power."

The man nodded and looked back at the jungle where the noise was still coming from. "If the people there don't have the protection of wizards--"

"Send them to the coast, and someone will pick you up there. But please remember quickly, or the time won't match."

"Yes." After the man took the token from the principal, he disappeared from here. The principal looked at his receding back and fell into deep thought.

Lord Porter asked him to find someone, but his own strength was not enough. He looked in the direction Hu Yide was originally heading, at the magnificent castle in the distance. He touched his snow-white beard and came up with an idea.

Go find the Weasley family and tell them that one of the family's children has been appreciated by Lord Potter and has obtained the token.

The originally long journey was immediately brought to the front with the frequent apparitions, but it could only be viewed from afar and could not be approached. It was said that this place was cast with powerful magic. On the surface, it seemed to be in a plain with an open view, but in fact it was hidden in another space. This space had streams, mountains, the bright moon, and the sun, which was almost no different from the real world.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry for not welcoming you, my distinguished guest—"

A rough laugh came from far away and then a bald middle-aged man with red hair, wearing an exquisite silk robe and a huge beer belly appeared in front of the principal.

"I wonder what brings you here so late at night?"

The current head of the Weasley family welcomed the headmaster into the space. It was like passing through a thick shell. The inside and outside were completely different. The moon was bright and the air was fresh. Some trees still had dew on them and bore wild fruits. It was a rural pastoral scene. The tall and majestic buildings were simple, but they revealed some luxury faintly.

Even though he had come here more than once or twice, the headmaster still couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. Among the current aristocratic families, the Weasley family was definitely one of the best, and only the Malfoy family could rival them.

However, there is one thing that he still can't figure out, that is, although the close-up view is very shocking, the distant view is very strange. It is a bit like someone used rough and shoddy mosaics, pieced together bit by bit, just like the screen in a game suddenly freezes, revealing light spots of various colors.

"Sir, sir—"

"Sorry, sorry." He was so engrossed in the conversation that he forgot for a moment that the head of the Weasley family was talking to him.

After passing through the elegant hall and walking forward seven or eight steps, you can see the spacious kitchen. On the wall between the hall and the kitchen, there is a huge clock with various names densely written on it. Some are very bright, while others are unusually dim. There are also hundreds of pointers, all moving in a chaotic manner.

Next to the clock is a huge family tree, which can be seen by everyone who enters the living room. It is like the branching of a tree, which has gradually grown from a branch thousands of years ago to the big tree we have today.

The most eye-catching one is the extremely strong and bright Ron Weasley who is in the center. Dozens of generations have shared the same name.

The headmaster thought about the child who was appreciated by Lord Potter, and then looked at the current head of the family who was smiling like a good old man. Only then did he truly realize the magic of this name.

As long as the trick works well.

After receiving a signal from the headmaster, the Weasley family asked the servants present to retreat and finally opened the confidentiality shield.

Most of the school-age children go to school at Hogwarts, a small number of adults have moved out of the castle, where only the main family can live, and some stay here to find work or to prepare for the upcoming secret realm.

"Daddy, what is he doing?" A little red-haired kid was lying on the railing, watching his father talking to an old man, but he could not hear any sound.

"Be good, baby, let's go to bed." A girl with knee-length red hair, wearing a white silk robe and slippers, ran over, then picked up the little one in her arms, and carried him into the room regardless of his struggle, while instructing the servant to keep an eye on her.

The beautiful girl returned to her room, looked at herself in the long full-length mirror at the door, and then sat down on the dressing table, where there was a vase with a lily with dew on it.

She took a wooden comb and looked at herself in the mirror as she straightened her hair bit by bit.

She didn't like spells and thought some things were more fun if she did them herself. She suddenly remembered what her father had said to her today. It was a mixture of a girl's shyness, helplessness at having her freedom taken away and her fate controlled by others, as well as a slight resentment.

Why did the headmaster of Hogwarts come here so late at night? And that disgusting guy is in Hogwarts, I wonder if he has been killed -

She speculated about her half-brother with great malice, thought of his past behavior, threw the wooden comb heavily on the table, and went to bed angrily.

Never mind, never mind, let’s leave everything for tomorrow.

Many people did not sleep well that night. The old man who looked like Dumbledore followed the headmaster from a distance, but he was soon noticed by him and disappeared without a trace.

He had no choice but to return to the castle in shame, looking at the empty room and sighing. He was indeed getting old, and now he couldn't even keep up with a little kid.

Harry sat back on the bed, looking at the purple bead buried under the pillow and fell into deep thought. He raised the bead to the tip of his nose and could vaguely feel the movement coming from there.

He rubbed his cheek against the round bead and whispered, "Godfather, when can you return to your original state? What should I do? I can bring you back to life."

His eyes gradually became moist, and a tear dripped onto the bead without Harry noticing. Sirius inside was awakened, and then held the huge drop of water with both hands, feeling the sorrow and helplessness coming from it, and desperately slapped the transparent barrier around him, feeling extremely angry and annoyed.

"Let me out now!"

Unfortunately, no one could hear what he said.

Time quickly came to the next day, and everything seemed as if nothing had happened. The principal still appeared at the dining table in the auditorium as usual. He looked at the four tables in the front and saw several unfamiliar students.

Gryffindor added a Weasley, and Hufflepuff added a Quidditch captain who won yesterday and became a prefect. Cedric looked at the newly-minted prefect and clenched his fists under the dining table, revealing purple veins.

It was another lively occasion. The four huge funnels at the back were filled with countless gems of various colors. Everything was just like it had been a thousand years ago, as if nothing had changed, but everything had changed.

Harry, who was in soul state, and three other people also came to the auditorium. They looked carefully at the current group of students. They looked immature but complex, with adult souls mixed in the bodies of young children, and their temperament was particularly strange.

The moment Harry stepped into the restaurant, the originally noisy place suddenly became quiet, and they all looked at the adults respectfully.

"Don't be so reserved, everyone, have a good meal, and then go to class quickly."

Such casual words made the group of people like Harry more. They watched Harry walk to the front and looked at the old man following him in surprise.

The old man was extremely slovenly, with a tangled beard and tattered clothes, looking like a rag picker, but he followed Lord Potter carelessly.

Who is this guy?

Many people were very confused, but several older professors sitting in the teaching seats stood up in surprise, not only to respect Lord Potter, but also for the old man behind him.

I didn't expect that he had disappeared for many years and there was no news from him. I thought he had died, but I didn't expect that he was still alive.

An old professor counted carefully on his fingers in disbelief. It should be three or four hundred years. No one could live that long, except Lord Potter.

This guy is a bit like Nico Mellor, who was said to have possessed the Philosopher's Stone thousands of years ago.

Some well-informed noblemen began to explain this person's origins to their younger brothers. Many of them were so surprised that they could not close their jaws.

Weasley sat at the dining table, holding the token given by Lord Potter in his hand, and looked at the two sisters sitting next to him, shaking his head vigorously -

No, it would be too conspicuous if I go up now. It is better for me to keep a low profile during this period of time.

Unlike Harry's eye-catching entrance, another little boy crept into the restaurant. He was supposed to pick up some leftovers when no one was around, but because of some experiences yesterday, he had a little hope of having a meal with them -

Perhaps, my destiny has taken a turn for the better.

There were still a few seats at the end of the table, and he carefully moved his butt up there. The students at the end wanted to scold him, but when they saw the little boy's face, they thought of the news that had gone viral among them yesterday, and finally they shut up.

"Okay, let's go, it's time."

"Where are we going Harry?"

Harry, in soul form, led the other three people out of the hall. They had stayed in this world for a long time, and now it was time to leave.

"It's time to go home."

Lofitt looked at this place with some reluctance. Compared to Hogwarts, which was a world that seemed a little alienated from him, this place seemed to be his real home.

"But there are still many things that I don't understand clearly." Snape asked, frowning as he looked at the student in front of him, who was eating like he hadn't eaten in several lifetimes. He was skinny, with his hair tangled into a ball, and when he lowered his head to eat quickly, the two ribs on his back propped up his clothes like butterfly wings, revealing his clear bones.

"Professor, there are some things that we no longer need to understand. Time will eventually give us the answers. The main thing is that if we don't leave now, we will never be able to leave again."

Snape was about to open his mouth, but quickly closed it again. What else could he say after he had said it?

It was just that bead that he really hated, and it had a Sirius-like feeling, so Harry didn't investigate further.

"So how are we supposed to leave, Harry?" Hermione asked.

Harry looked at the silver liquid on his palm. He absorbed the liquid from the other two people last night into his body.

"Go find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

Harry pointed at Harry Potter, who was already sitting in the middle of the teachers' seats, eating heartily and with unusual generosity.

"If we go find him, will he help us?" Hermione hesitated.

Harry smiled but said nothing.