Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 553 Joint

In the school clinic on the third floor.

Ron woke up and felt a pain in his head, as if a big hand had been stirring it for a long time.

The last scene before he fell into coma was still vivid in his mind. The panic of losing Harry made him extremely distressed.

A circle of people gathered around.

"Kid, how do you feel now?" Molly tested the temperature of Ron's forehead with the back of her hand.

The mother and son had not seen each other for a long time, and Ron felt a little awkward, but under his mother's gentle gaze, the gap gradually disappeared, like a handful of new snow on the eaves.

This is the power of inclusion.

The deep friendship made Ron's cheeks blush, and he felt ashamed that he hadn't returned home for such a long time.

But now.

Now is not the time to vent your personal emotions.

In the last moment of consciousness, Ron could feel that Harry must have put something thin and cool inside his clothes.

"Mom, did you find anything else in my clothes? That was given to me by Harry. It's very important."

"Child, I know that thing. I have given it to Hermione. She should be in Hogwarts now. You two should have a good talk."

Molly said as she helped Ron up, "Do you want me to call Hermione over for you? I think you two may have a long conversation."

She blinked, and at this time Arthur handed her a cup of warm milk from the side.

Molly took it and placed it in Ron's hand.

"Good boy, are you thirsty? Drink quickly."

Ron frowned. In fact, he liked to drink hot chocolate instead of milk, and it was still the same even when he grew up.

But my mother was originally a very gentle person and she respected my wishes very much.

But since Fred's death and in the days after the victory of the war, she often thought of the child she lost in Hogwarts, and gradually some changes took place in her heart.

I hope everyone can be under control.

At this time, Ron and Hermione moved out, but a quarrel between the two caused Ron to move in for a while.

This kind of control over every aspect of food, clothing, housing and transportation was extremely difficult for him, a young man of 23 or 24 at that time.

After enduring it many times, although he could understand that his mother might be in urgent need of some psychological support, this almost abnormal desire for control finally erupted one day.

Finally, he slammed the door and left.

He and his mother were in a one-sided cold war, but Molly didn't seem to think so.

When the milk was brought to my mouth again, the fishy smell made me feel sick.

This was their first meeting in a long time, and he couldn't argue with her.

Ron pinched his nose and drank it all in one gulp, then picked up the clothes beside the bed and put them on hastily. He glanced at the two brothers George and Fred, whose heads were leaning against each other, wondering what kind of weird idea they were discussing.

And Ginny wasn't in the room.

His other three brothers were sitting on the bed nearby. When they saw Ron looking at them, they nodded slightly.

This feeling was very strange, but Ron didn't have time to think about it at the moment. He needed to quickly confirm the list with Hermione.

Based on his understanding of Hermione, everyone would probably be trapped here until the situation was under full control, but this was to prevent innocent people from being trapped here by those with ulterior motives.

Ron had to hurry to confirm part of it.

He hoped that Hermione would be cautious enough when arresting people, and he also hoped that this matter would end soon and Harry would be able to come back soon.

However, the deep loneliness in that back view before that hurt Ron's heart particularly.

The faint jealousy of Harry's existence during his teenage years had long since turned into sand and drifted away under the fierce attack of the wind.

"Sit down here and rest for a while. You just woke up, so it's not suitable for you to do any strenuous activities."

Molly put a hand on Ron's shoulder.

Ron looked at his father for help, but Arthur turned his head away.

"Mother, this matter is very important." Ron suppressed the nameless anger in his heart. He didn't want to say anything that would hurt his mother's heart again in his inexplicable anger.

When the waves have died down and the world has returned to normal, the small details that were hidden in the big events will slowly magnify in the long run, and then gradually become points that both sides are particularly concerned about and difficult to bear.

When two people get along with each other, they simply compromise with each other. Maybe they can fit together perfectly like a puzzle, but more often they use each other's edges and corners to hurt the person they once loved the most.

Ron left the infirmary, not knowing where to find Hermione.

Perhaps this is the situation he and his once beloved wife are in now.

In fact, the gap already existed before they expressed their love for each other.

In Ron's eyes, Hermione and Harry were once the closest.

In this world, in the first grade, when he had just begun to develop a vague affection for this little girl, Harry came back from the school infirmary and Hermione threw herself into his arms in front of everyone.

Ron began to feel extremely uncomfortable from that moment on, and then, over the course of his daily life, his feeling deteriorated into malice towards Harry.

Often the people who are closest to us have more malice.

It's a conflicted state of wanting you to not live too well, but not wanting you to live too badly.

Ron tried hard to suppress all the twists and turns in his heart. He didn't know why he suddenly thought of these things again.

And another voice kept laughing.

That came from a magical country, a magical event, and all the stories that happened to them were viewed from Merlin's perspective.

Ron could rarely sense that creature, but its presence could not be ignored.

"Go quickly, boy, but don't let Harry's previous efforts go to waste. He has already taken 99 steps towards success. Now the last step is to be achieved by you and that little girl together."

"Don't be so old-fashioned. Well, you are me and I am you. What's more, I am older than you."

Ron felt a little crazy.

Sometimes his mind is in a mess, and sometimes he is extremely calm. He does not have the emotions or worries that a normal person should have about anything.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Perhaps because the bond between husband and wife was deeper, Hermione appeared beside Ron without him noticing.

Ron seemed to have just integrated into reality, and was somewhat surprised to find that he had reached the 8th floor, in a remote corridor. Although there were many people in the castle at this time, not many were willing to climb up again.

They had come to the Land of Hope, and were afraid that the door to the Room of Requirement would open again and suck them away from this safe place.

Without any greetings, Ron just glanced at Hermione's current condition and went straight to the point.

"Did my mother give you a list?"

"Correct."

"Did you come here according to the people on the list?"

"What else? There is another copy that Harry gave me in the past. By combining these two copies, I can roughly see some people who must be arrested."

"Show me that list."

"it is good."

Although there were many other things they wanted to talk about, this final step concerning Harry could not be missed.

Ron asked Hermione as he looked through the list.

"Can you tell me how they got here? We were the last group to arrive, and no one got out."

"The last group of people to arrive, do you mean the ones who were still unconscious when we found them and haven't fully woken up yet?"

"Correct."

"I'll have someone watch over it, and no one should leave."

"Can't everyone leave here? But most of them come from outside." Hermione caught a word sharply.

At last.

"It doesn't matter." Ron turned the list over and over, always feeling that there were some things that were not completed. No, something was not right.

On the list, almost everyone has a small red circle drawn behind them.

Ron looked at Hermione. "This is—"

"These people have already arrived at Hogwarts. I just don't understand why Harry has to go through the screening again when he has already gone through it once."

George and Fred, who arrived here first, have lived here for a long time and there is nothing unusual with the people around them.

Hermione touched her chin, wondering what Harry meant by this.

"Most of us have been infected again."

"what!"

Hermione opened her eyes wide, "What's going on? This shouldn't happen according to Harry's plan."

Harry, Harry, it's Harry again. Is there no me in your heart besides this name?

It's like this every time.

These thoughts kept pouring out of Ron's mind like a fountain, and after just a few moments of indulgence, it was already difficult for him to control his emotions.

This is far more intense than the regular pink mist effect.

Ron took a few steps back and spoke slowly, looking at Hermione's somewhat hurt eyes.

"I should have been infected too. In fact, you shouldn't have mixed the last batch with those who arrived earlier. Now we should all be unable to leave."

Is this what you want, Harry? What do you want to do? Isn't it enough to destroy one world, but you want to destroy a second one?

It doesn’t matter. Resurrecting them all, is it Merlin’s mercy or Satan’s whisper?

Ron was almost unable to control himself, but fortunately there was another voice that kept pouring cold water on him.

"Now go and screen them again. The screening criteria is to see if they can control their emotions. Tell all those who have come into contact with this place not to go out for the time being. Prepare sufficient food and water, and the house-elves are not allowed to come into contact with any wizard."

Ron said everything he could think of.

"Okay. I will tell Dumbledore about this and ask him to help me with the screening. You should have a good rest first."

"it is good."

In the big kitchen of Hogwarts, because there were so many people, all the elves didn't even have time to clean up and could only work overtime to cook food.

In the midst of the bustling scene, in a remote corner, there were some rice and cooking oil, as well as blood, and fresh fruits and vegetables.

A small figure appeared little by little, but it seemed to have no body, only a milky white and slightly transparent soul.

Dobby came to this world, the beautiful world promised by his master, but for some reason he had no body.

He floated next to a little elf.

"can you see me?"

The elf didn't look up.

He continued to float and float, almost going around the entire kitchen, but no one saw him.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an extremely strong push on his back. He couldn't help but stagger and fell heavily into the flour basin, passed through it, passed through the box, and then bounced back.

With his agile body, Dobby quickly stood up and saw the culprit.

This is Peeves.

Almost all the elves are afraid of him.

"You are actually an elf! I didn't expect that elves could become souls after death. Oh, you are really good, little thing——"

Peeves seemed particularly excited. He kept staring into Dobby's eyes, trying to see his most common fear and alarm in his eyes.

But no.

Dobby didn't even pay attention to him. Instead, he glanced at him helplessly as if he was seeing a child, and then floated away.

I'm going to find my master. He will definitely find a way.

Just as Dobby floated off the floor, Ginny happened to come next to the two girls.

When Ginny saw the girl with her own eyes instead of from the little boy's memory, her heart couldn't help but tremble, as if she saw her and Harry's daughter at that moment.

This is exactly what Harry was like as a child.

Her heart was filled with maternal love, and she stepped over to Harley's side, but she didn't know what to say, so she pursed her lips and took out a candy from her pocket.

He placed it in his palm and passed it to Harry.

"Little boy, what's your name? Are you hungry? Sister has a candy here."

Harry heard the familiar voice and looked at Ginny, feeling dazed for a moment.

The complicated relationship between the two of them made her wonder how to start talking, and Ginny's look made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

What on earth is going on in her head?

Even though she complained in her heart, she still took the candy obediently, peeled it open and put it in her mouth the next moment.

She couldn't bear to make Ginny sad.

Only that time, only that time did I see the hope of resurrection, and then I left here without telling anyone.

Ginny struck while the iron was hot and sat down next to Harry. Looking at her delicate little skirt, she didn't know where to start.

Hermione is here.

As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of everyone present. Hermione walked straight to Dumbledore and said something respectfully in his ear?

The two people left the crowd and came to a remote place.

Dumbledore used his wand to block the ears of everyone except himself and Hermione.

"What do you want to tell me, kid?"