Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Time went back to the evening when Harry ran away. Before Draco came, Ron and Harry stood together in the shadows.

The TV on the table next to them was still playing the news tirelessly.

"The Queen of England met with ..."

Harry glanced at the TV, then looked at Ron with a hint of sarcasm, "Oh, our respected—"

"Harry!" Ron's face was the same color as his hair. He used his big fist to hit Harry's shoulder hard. "I'm here to talk about serious business. I have to bring Hermione and Ginny here later. Time is very tight. Don't joke around, okay?"

Harry patted the place where Ron had hit him, his two black eyebrows raised mischievously, and his emerald green eyes were full of joy.

"I will make sure the plan will succeed. I will bring your brother back first. You keep Hermione steady and don't let her find out."

"You don't have to tell me this, but I don't think I can hide it from Hermione's clever brain."

Ron said somewhat dejectedly.

Harry was silent at this time, "You still have to take good care of Ginny for me. There are some things I can't explain to her."

Ron got angry when this was mentioned, but Harry had taken a huge risk and finally found a feasible route. What qualifications and position did he have to blame this tired traveler?

"You will need to pick someone up for me then." Harry suddenly said.

"who?"

"I don't know exactly who he is, but he should appear around the joke shop, with the following characteristics——"

He touched his chin and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, this person will play a key role in my plan. I will give you something."

A piece of silver thread slowly floated into the air, then followed Ron's gaze and lightly landed on his wrist.

"When you meet that person, you will feel it here."

Harry held Ron's wrist with his warm hand. "During this period of time, you will have to go to that place and complete the technical layout of the device on my drawing. Stock up on sufficient food and water. You may need to find a good excuse from Hermione."

"I still don't understand why you kept it from her?"

Harry was stunned. "You should know where she is now. Those pure-blood families that have been quiet for a while are ready to make a move. The development of technology over there means that wizards may be exposed at any time. The speed at which information spreads is not something that can be solved by simply sending a few wizards to cast a memory erasing spell. You need to remind Hermione to prepare in advance."

"it is good"

"Besides, it is still unknown whether this matter can succeed. Her position has been eyed by many people. Hermione has already taken a huge risk for me. I can't drag her down anymore. Do you understand?"

Ron was silent, his eyes red, and then he hugged his brother tightly.

Harry patted his shoulder gently, and then without saying anything else, he tilted his head and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Although Ron had already heard about this scene from Harry, it was still somewhat shocking to see it up close.

He slammed his fist hard into the wall beside him, and gray-white stone chips flew in the air.

The pendant on Harry's neck automatically floated up, and then silver threads gushed out of the pendant, and then re-formed another Harry.

The pendant's body, which is Harry now, suddenly had half of his hair white. A light golden halo formed between Harry and Ron in an instant, and mysterious runes floated in the air and entered their bodies.

He groaned, feeling as if a part of his soul was missing.

It was too late, Hermione should have noticed something was wrong by now.

Ron hung the pendant on Harry's body on his clone, looked at the two of them with some emotion, then picked up Harry's real body, walked to the fireplace, and grabbed a handful of Floo powder.

"Ott's Hut——"

Almost instantly, Harry's clone slowly opened his eyes, and a breeze blew, blowing the newspapers on the table.

Harry in the newspaper blinked secretly, revealing an inexplicable cunning, and then put on a ferocious look and roared wildly at the reporters who came to see him.

Later, Draco suddenly appeared, which was beyond Harry's expectations. Then the two of them left this world together and started a long journey of four years.

In the so-called Ultraman Cabin, Ron carefully placed Harry on the shabby bed and glanced at the surroundings with some disgust. According to Harry's instructions, he should have left immediately, but after all, he couldn't bear to let his good friend live alone in such a place.

He still quietly left his mark, and instructed the Muggles around him, giving them some small mental hints.

"Harry, I'll see you then."

When Ron stepped out of the area, the silk thread on his wrist suddenly moved. He squatted down, frowning and holding his head.

A large amount of memories flowed through his mind crazily. He tried his best to stop them but to no avail. In the end, he could only sit on the ground panting and looking around in a daze.

where is this?

Why do I want to hang around the joke shop now? What is that cave in my memory?

Before he could think carefully, these ideas suddenly engraved in his mind and why he came here.

Ron's eyes began to become dull, and he was particularly annoyed by the name Harry Potter. With this thought in mind, he came to the nearest wizard shop, borrowed the fireplace inside with a gold Galleon, and then came to the Ministry of Magic.

Just as he sat down, Hermione pushed the door open and came in, looking anxious, followed by Ginny who had heard the news.

"We know the news about Harry. Do you want to go check it out?"

The hour hand moves rapidly and comes to the present.

Ron was clutching Harry's collar tightly, his eyes red. "You told me this, the memory in my other mind is totally different from what you said. How long are you going to let him control me?"

He held his wrists up to Harry's eyes and shook his body vigorously.

Dobby, who was standing by, grabbed Ron's calf tightly and pulled him aside with irresistible force.

"Mr. Weasley, please respect yourself."

Dobby's cold words made Hermione look sideways. The House-Elf Rights Promotion Association was an organization that was too well run. At this moment, she unconsciously felt a little relieved.

In every aspect, Dobby's current state has met Hermione's expectations. He can attack wizards and has his own thoughts, even though his master at the moment is Harry.

The high, thin voice seemed to bring Ron back to his senses.

There are still many doubts here. Despite his anger, the friendships he once had have been having have been slowly subsiding his anger. No, there is something that is not connected in the middle.

But he suddenly couldn't recognize the friend in front of him. Was this still the Harry Potter who ranked last in the exams with him, copied Hermione's homework, was punished by Snape and was stupid, reckless, and hot-blooded?

The moon was now directly overhead, it was already early morning, the castle had become quiet, and the octopus playing in the black lake in the distance slowly became silent.

Everyone has fallen asleep, and a layer of pink mist gradually spreads in the castle, forcing everyone's consciousness into darkness and silently tampering with their memories.

But for some people, the fog is helpless.

Dumbledore had just finished reading the fat man's memory. There was a tall and thin figure in the long and narrow passage, which always seemed particularly familiar to him.

Why does this fat guy always want to go upstairs? What secrets are hidden in the underground basement?

The same goes for Snape. Dumbledore thought about the message conveyed to him by the portrait in the corridor, looked at the fat man who had fallen asleep peacefully, and told Professor McGonagall to keep a good eye on him, then strode away.

If he guessed correctly, Harry should be waiting for him on the top floor.

During the struggle with Ron just now, Harry's cloak had fallen down.

Very young and full of vitality, but gives people an extremely strange feeling.

Snape stood behind and didn't say anything, because that damn Bai You was crazy for some reason and kept following him.

Draco shook his head. He looked at Bai You in front of him with a frown. Why did this person feel so familiar to him?

As if they had once been one.

This guess was like a bolt from the blue. How could it be possible? How could it be possible?

But this thought sneaked out of his heart very cunningly, and then attacked his mind frantically.

"Your name is Bai You, right?"

Her blue eyes turned to Draco, her brilliant teeth gleaming in the dim light like gemstones.

If it were in the past, Draco would have liked this style very much. In his mind, platinum is the most noble hair color, but golden hair is also okay. Like Dumbledore's, the deep blue eyes are the most breathtaking and intimidating. Coupled with strong strength and handsome face——

I had imagined this image in my mind before.

Draco took two steps back. The memories hidden deep inside weaved him in like a big net, step by step.

After coming into this world with Harry, Harry's soul split, and Draco, who was trapped in Harry's sea of ​​consciousness, also had a small part of it absorbed, and was then given an inexplicable mission.

Baiyou - white weasel.

Merlin cursed, the image of him being turned into a ferret by that damn Crouch was still vivid in his mind, with Moody's weird face on his shoulders, and the thick and big wand in his memory moving up and down.

"careful!"

In full view of everyone, Bai You rushed into Draco's body at lightning speed, and only then did they realize that this figure was not a physical entity, but a very illusory state.

The return of his soul made Draco feel extremely stable and at ease, but the memories flooded in like a tide and knocked him to the shore.

Draco's body swayed, and Snape took three or two steps forward, then supported his godson's back and silently stepped aside.

Was this Harry's purpose, to reveal that he had played everyone around?

Snape didn't know.

But Ron, based on his past familiarity with Harry, could clearly feel that Harry was in extremely poor physical condition at the moment.

"What else?" he asked aloud.

Harry suddenly laughed and pointed at Draco who was leaning on Snape's shoulder. A light white dragon shadow was flying over him.

"Hermione, as the Minister of Magic, here is an unregistered Anigmas. His form should be a magical creature - a dragon. Just consider it a small gift from me to him."

Ron suddenly felt a little jealous. In his first year, Hagrid was stuffed with a dragon egg by Voldemort in the pub outside. When the three of them went to the cabin to see the dragon egg, Draco found out.

This guy loves dragons the most. If he knew that his Anigmas was actually a dragon, he would be so arrogant.

Ron was so angry that he was breathing heavily -

I don't know why he suddenly asked, "What about me? What am I? What did you give me?"

Harry ignored him and turned to look at Zhou Fu, an outsider who should not exist in this world.

"I understand what your father meant. The deal has been made. You can go back."

Harry clapped his hands lightly, and then a silver thread emerged from between Zhou Fu's eyebrows.

Zhou Fufu felt extremely confused for a moment as he watched the tool that once controlled him and gave him such a powerful tool separate from his body.

"You really don't need my help anymore."

Zhou Fu's black hair swayed behind him, and its owner seemed a little hesitant and indecisive.

As soon as she finished her words, Harry walked straight to Harry's side like Bai You, and the two held hands.

"are you ready?"

Harry nodded, looking exceptionally gentle.

"What are you going to do? What else are you hiding from me?"

If it is normal for adults to have some distance and boundaries, then for Ron, the gap between him and Harry is like the Mariana Trench and as high as the Himalayas. Even a Sherpa cannot climb over the peak during the window period.

The banner clouds on the peak were closer to Harry than he was.

Are those who achieve great things inherently lonely?

Ron now had mixed feelings, and he didn't know how he should stand next to Harry.

Before he could think about it, within Ron's sight, the two figures slowly merged together.

But the young face looked even older, the hair suddenly turned snow-white, and the smooth skin became wrinkled like old tree bark.

"Harry!"

Dumbledore appeared in this room at some point, and his tone was filled with worry and concern that he himself had not expected.

When Zhou Fu saw Dumbledore coming, he took two or three steps to come behind Harry, took a deep look at the people present, then reluctantly hugged Harry from behind and buried his chin in his shoulder.

"I'll come find you again."

Then she disappeared, like new snow, fleeting, swift, pure and clean—