Harry Potter and the Rebirth

In a state half asleep and half awake, Ron felt someone was looking at him. The gaze was very kind, mixed with helplessness and sadness.

"Harry, why did you wake up? Are you feeling better?" He yawned and put his arm around Harry's shoulders carelessly.

"Well, I'm much better now. But you, did anything happen during the flight of the broomstick carrying me, who was groggy, for such a long distance?"

Harry's hands shot up to Ron's shoulders and inched towards his hair.

"Hey, how did you know that?" Ron danced with joy and told Harry everything that had just happened without reservation.

"So there's another person outside, right?"

"Yeah." Ron nodded heavily. "Harry, why do I feel like you're a little weird right now? Did something happen to you?"

"No, you're overthinking it, Ron. Let's go out and see if that guy is still there."

"He must be there. He is tied up by your silver thread. This magic weapon is very powerful. It -" He walked in front of Harry, revealing his back.

The voice stopped abruptly in mid-air, and Ron fell to the ground with a thud, his pupils dilated rapidly, filled with surprise and disbelief.

Harry didn't dare to look at the expression on his face. There was only one way out in this world, and this fact was doomed from the moment he made the plan.

One thought gives rise to fate, and one thought destroys fate. Every world will be split into parallel time and space due to the different choices made by a certain person in the world at a critical point in time.

From the moment the blue gate was discovered between the Himalayas on the mysterious eastern continent, this cruel fact was already destined, wasn't it?

He put in a lot of thought and thought, not just to be fussy or play house.

Then, a round bead emerged in the air, transparent and colorless, with some liquid inside, surging like a clear spring, sparkling under the light.

Harry put it in his pocket with great care, and took a small bunch of short hair in his other hand, which was from Ron. Harry wrapped it in a special way, opened the curtain of the tent, strode out, and walked to the boy in two or three steps.

He was about the same height and build, though a bit thin, and had a more complex temperament, not like Ron, who had always stayed in a miniature ivory tower.

"Hey."

Harry poked his face with his wand, "I know you're awake so don't pretend to be asleep. Your eyelashes say it itches."

The young man gave a fake smile, revealing his big buck teeth, "What do you want from me?" His attitude was very respectful, and the silver thread on his body was getting tighter and tighter.

Harry touched his chin. Should he use the Imperius Curse? Or the Fidelius Charm?

If it is the Imperius Curse, you still need to control a person, which will consume a lot of energy, but the safety is greatly guaranteed. If it is the Denial Curse, although it may save you some trouble, but if this person changes his mind and finds ways to pass information to the outside world, it will greatly hinder and affect the plan.

The young man felt a chill on his back. His sixth sense, which had been honed over a long period of time here, made his hair stand on end. He felt that in the next moment, he would die at the hands of this little boy who was about the same age as him.

Harry returned to the tent, dug out a bag, and found some precious potion materials in it. He set up a dry pot and began to prepare the Polyjuice Potion very skillfully. The preparation of the potion usually took about a month and required -

21 lacewings survived for 12 days

1 ounce crude antimony

4 leeches with mouthparts removed

2/3 ounce sap grass picked during the full moon

3 drachmas (currency unit) powdered ammonium chloride

Two ear grass leaf powder

1 pinch of bicorn horn powder

Saltpeter, mercury, iron powder

Dried Boomslang Skin Strips

The young boy lay on the ground curiously watching the preparation of the potion. As a Muggle, even though he had some adventures in this cave, he had never seen the methods of wizards.

Oh my God, what is that?

The boy felt a little dizzy. Time seemed to be stretched in an instant, and the gap between each minute hand was enlarged. It seemed that people could do a lot of things here.

It seemed like just a moment, or as if thousands of years had passed. A small circle of beard grew around Harry's mouth. He filled the potion from the dry pot and put a small strand of Ron's hair into it. It was a pleasant lavender color, and as if it sensed the breath of a part of its body, the beads on its chest began to beat.

"You, what are you going to do?" The boy stepped back in fear.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. It will just hurt a little, just bear with it."

Xiao Ba, who was hiding in the river, jumped out and was hit back by the silk thread. It had done this many times during this period.

“No, no—Ahhh, ahhh.”

The boy felt a burning sensation all over his body. The wizard's potion seemed to have a different reaction in the Muggle's body, lasting longer and giving him more strength.

Harry stood aside, watching coldly as his old friend came back again. He wondered how Ron was doing.

Oh my god, Harry, you're a...

The first moment Ron woke up, his mouth was filled with the fragrance of birdsong and flowers, but it was as if a basin of cold water was poured over him from head to toe. He felt a chill in his heart. He touched the back of his neck and felt a little sore there.

Then his entire senses began to distort. He could not hear or see. His five senses were completely blocked. His personal consciousness wandered in the darkness. It was a terrible experience, but fortunately, it was very short-lived. The feeling was like the drum of a washing machine, receding like the tide. The closed feeling rushed to open.

He felt himself all over and found no signs of injury. This was a store.

This was Ron's subconscious judgment of the situation he was in, with all the noise and bustle, the children cheering and the teenagers fighting recklessly.

"Ron!?"

There was a broad chest blocking Ron's way, with muscles that could not be hidden under the thin shirt. The top button was torn open, revealing a simple black wizard robe on the outside.

Ron looked up and could only see a chin covered with stubble and bloodshot eyes.

He stared at it carefully for a while, but couldn't recognize who it was?

"you--"

Because the red hair was so familiar, Ron had no intention of running away. Instead, he followed the man to the upper floors, where the shelves were filled with a wide variety of products, all kinds of strange and exotic.

A little boy secretly took out something like a jelly bean from the shelf, put it in his mouth, and laughed like a duck.

The kids around here pestered their parents to buy this, and there were also little wizards from Hogwarts who came here to buy instant candies for skipping classes and nosebleed nougat...

A joke shop?

They were so similar; this was the first impression that remained in Ron's mind.

"you--"

George still couldn't say it, but the familiar pronunciation and subconscious little movements evoked Ron's memory.

"George?"

"Yes, it's me. How are my parents? Are they okay?"

"You don't have to worry about them. Are you really here?"

George touched his nose, then turned his head to let Ron look at his missing ear, "Eavesdropping—"

This is a devilish joke, "So you're not that George, are you?"

"Yes and no. Our memories have merged together. Perhaps these two people are me, but neither of them is me."

"Is Fred here too?"

"Yes, he is now collecting bills at the counter on the first floor, but why are you all here? Could it be that it has become a fixed NPC spawn point?"

Looking at the new words coming out of George's mouth, it is obvious that they are closely connected with Muggle society.

"How did you get here?" George asked curiously.

"Harry sent me here." Ron said viciously. Now Hermione was really relieved. She originally wanted him to stay with Harry to take care of him, but she didn't expect that she would be sent over after Fred. So how should she go back now?

Ron expressed all the doubts in his mind.

"There's no way. I've been here for so many years and I can't go back. I often wonder if this will be the way Harry finds to save the world."

There was a moment of silence. "What about this world's Harry?"

George shook his head. "You'd better try not to mention his name here." He looked at Ron's current outfit. "I'll tell you everything when we get back to the Burrow."

George took Ron downstairs and said hello to Fred, then returned to the Burrow through the fireplace in the shopping mall next to him.

Fred raised his eyelids and took a lazy look. He was neither surprised nor delighted. Instead, he waved his hand impatiently, "Don't stand here. Go back and help our mother cook."

He was obviously still a teenager, but his tone was very mature, without any mischievous attitude.

Ron almost dropped his jaw in shock. Was this Fred? He kept thinking about it on the way back, and even almost stumbled when he stepped into the fireplace. Fortunately, he went back safely.

The moment he stepped into the house, he was greeted with a warm hug. It was his mother, Molly. Her hair had turned much grayer, and her face was spotted and wrinkled. Dark yellowish spots began to appear on the whites of her eyes. She looked almost older than other people of the same age.

"mom--"

Ron suddenly felt like crying. The depressed mood he had felt in the cave due to the special situation instantly relaxed when he saw his mother.

The tears in the corners of the eyes received the commands and signals from the brain and gushed out.

"Good boy, good boy."

Looking at the two people hugging each other, Ginny took little Potter down the stairs, and Arthur stood beside them. He looked at this scene with some relief, as if he had returned to many years ago, when Ron was still an honest little boy who loved Quidditch the most and his room was filled with various posters.

Ginny gently stroked the little boy's head with a gloomy look. That night she went to Sirius's house with Hermione. As there were Aurors guarding the place, she had no way to get in and could only stay there. Three hours later, there was still no movement in the house, so she had to go back unwillingly. The next day she saw the description of Hermione and Ron in the Daily Prophet.

Are they missing? What does their disappearance have to do with them?

Ginny looked at this smaller brother, full of suspicion. Was this a conspiracy against the Weasley family? As long as she got Weasley's hair and drank the Polyjuice Potion, she would be able to -

wrong.

I remembered George's sudden transformation when Harry had just gotten into trouble. He became both familiar and strange. And a young version of Fred suddenly appeared some time ago. I asked him where he came from and what happened?

He said he would keep his secret and would not reveal anything.

And now this? Several sudden appearances have attracted public attention. Harry, are you behind this?

But the Harry of this world met his split self at King's Cross Station, and after a lot of effort, he got the purple round bead representing Sirius Black.

Now he was bringing the adult versions of Ron and Hermione in this world to a huge cave. Deep inside was a door with a delicate blue paint on its surface.

Hermione was still drowsy, curled up on a layer of soft straw, sleeping very unsteadily.

"Is he here?"

"It should be here. You should feel it yourself."

"So what's next, will I disappear?"

"No, no, no, you will merge together, and you will have an extra memory in your own mind."

"Does that mean I swallow him up?"

"It can't be called engulfment, it should be called fusion. He is originally the half that you split off."

Ron touched his head with a headache. His beard was untidy and there were all kinds of small stones under his palm.

"Do you think we need to stay here? We can move to a more private place, and I can order takeout."

"Come on, you've been too arrogant last time and someone discovered your whereabouts. Who cleaned up your mess in the end?"

Ron smirked and pulled his head back as if begging for mercy.

"Should we wake Hermione up? Are you really ready to confess to her?"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense every day? You're so nervous. I thought you became calm and reliable after you became an adult."

"Come on, stop pretending to be so mysterious all the time. You're just a bunch of idiots. It's ok to fool others, but you also--"

Harry raised his wand, and Ron's mouth immediately became silent. A stream of information came from a distance, and he absorbed the memory of that person completely, just like watching a movie.

Ron, who was in the Burrow, hadn't finished enjoying his mother's embrace when he felt the perspective change and a mathematical version of Harry appeared, which, to put it bluntly, looked like a skull.

"Harry!"

Two voices, one is green and tender, the other is extremely mellow.

"I go!"

Harry was amazed. This was the first time he witnessed such amazing magic. Fortunately, there was nothing unusual.

"How do you feel now?"

The moment Harry finished speaking, he was immediately hugged. Ron lifted him up high and shook him in revenge, saying with some complaints, "Sometimes I really don't understand what you are thinking."