Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Boss, is it really okay for us to do this? I saw that he could do this in front of the professor--"

"What are you afraid of? We are just following orders." The leader would recall the scene when he and Professor McGonagall looked at each other in front of the dining table. The professor, who was always famous for his fairness and justice, actually ordered his students to do such a thing. It seems that they are not all saints -

The man sneered and felt a sense of excitement that he had finally broken her perfect image. This was even more satisfying than the pleasure of bullying others.

Thomas tugged at the leader's clothes, his expression and tone were timid, "I don't think Professor McGonagall would do that. Could it be that you are mistaken?"

"Impossible! Don't come to hinder me." The man hit Thomas' hand hard, making a crisp sound. Thomas felt pain and crystal tears flashed in his eyes.

"I'm making an exception and allowing you, a Hufflepuff, to participate in this operation. Hurry up! Don't be ungrateful!"

The strong man pushed Thomas, who was a head shorter than him, to the front and said, "Hurry up and attack him!"

A trace of resentment flashed in Thomas' eyes. He reluctantly came to the front and raised his wand tremblingly.

Dudley saw clearly now, why did this kid look so familiar? It seemed that he was not here voluntarily. These guys were really abominable, and they were trying to shirk responsibility. If something happened to him, I'm afraid that this little Hufflepuff kid would be punished.

Or should I rescue him?

Dudley remembered that he had troubled his plan by despising a school, and he immediately had an idea. While they were dithering, he called Harry and the others over. Wasn't he a savior? Wasn't he brave and kind?

"Hey, come here quickly," Dudley squinted his eyes. His extremely good eyesight and skillful use of magic allowed him to see very far away places clearly.

Those three guys are still hanging around there, not bad, not bad.

"What? What did I go over there for?"

Harry looked around with a puzzled look on his face. He felt that the voice was right next to his ear, but the two people around him did not speak.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked with concern.

"Could it be that Malfoy kid?" Ron was very jealous. Why could that arrogant guy talk to Harry anytime, but not him?

"No," Harry shook his head, the voice seemed a little familiar.

Seeing that Harry hadn't said anything for a long time, Thomas cast several incoherent spells, and finally dropped them in front of his feet, without even damaging the green grass underneath. A few puffs of white smoke came out of the grass, and then he stood there again, full of energy.

“Hahahahaha, it’s useless.” The leader pushed Thomas to the ground and said, “Come here! Follow this silver thread.”

A silver thread suddenly appeared in front of him, pulling Harry's waist, and the other side crossed a corner of the Black Lake, pointing straight to a very distant place.

Harry squinted his eyes and looked carefully. There were a few moving black dots in that place. What was going on?

Harry didn't want to pay attention to Dudley at first, but his next words made him change his mind immediately, "Your Professor McGonagall instigated the Slytherin people to openly condone others to bully their classmates. If this gets out -"

"Hermione, go and get Professor McGonagall, or any other professor."

"Ron, follow me."

Hermione also wanted to go with them. Seeing Harry's anxious look, she thought this was another very important matter, but Harry had already pulled Ron away.

Forget it, let’s go find the professor right away.

Hermione stamped her feet, turned around and ran. Sooner or later, Ron would go to the professor.

"Hiss, what happened brother? Why are you so anxious?"

"That lunatic has gone mad again and has dragged Professor McGonagall into this."

"Who?"

“Dudley—”

Ron was hesitant to speak. Not to mention that during his time with the fake Harry, he felt that this was a thoughtful, mature and steady person. Not to mention Dumbledore's Unbreakable Vow, shouldn't he not do anything that would harm Hogwarts?

Ron breathlessly expressed his thoughts. Well, actually, Harry ran too fast and he could hardly keep up.

Besides, he doesn't know any powerful magic, so why should we drag him over? Just for decoration?

"What you said seems to make sense." Harry stopped and Ron also stopped, bent down, and felt a bloody breath coming out of his throat. His feet became weak and every breath was a great test for his lungs.

Harry didn't know why he did this. Maybe something about Professor McGonagall had disrupted his position, but they had already run over, and were only ten meters away from the team.

One could even clearly see the patterns embroidered on their black robes, which were embroidered with silver silk thread to create the shape of a python.

Dudley had been dodging for a long time. The attack of these guys was just like an ant tickling an elephant's leg. It was not enough to drive him into the Forbidden Forest. He was deeply skeptical about the mastermind they mentioned. If they said it was Snape, he still believed it, but if they said it was Professor McGonagall, that was a fantasy.

Oh, here he comes! Dudley nimbly hid behind Harry. The people present only felt a gust of wind blowing, and the nimble little fat man disappeared from the spot and teleported away.

"You could have run away, why did you call me here?"

Harry was somewhat helpless. Ron was already sitting on the grass, leaning against a tree, looking ahead breathlessly. Why were there so many people? Why was there a small can among them?

"See? Are you sure you want to fight again?"

Dudley didn't say anything, but put his arm on Harry's shoulders and leaned over lazily.

What to do——

Harry hid aside in disgust. This guy was smelly and heavy, so he'd better stay away from him.

"You are here——"

"Supervisory? Don't worry, I won't tell Professor McGonagall. I'll only put the blame on this little jar."

He pulled Thomas to the front. Thomas was trembling, his nose was red, and there were dried tear marks on his cheeks.

Harry frowned. He finally understood what Dudley had told him. How could it be Professor McGonagall? This was absolutely impossible. How could this person speak so nonsense? How dare he slander the professor?

The big guy seemed very aggrieved. Facing Harry's questioning, he could only repeat himself over and over again. He didn't dare to confront the savior directly. Not to mention Malfoy from their college, he could also see the teachers' preference for him. Among the professors, there was actually his godfather.

The younger brother behind the big guy shrank back and dared not say a word, letting his big brother try clumsily to prove his innocence.