Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Scared, terrified, his legs were shaking and he couldn't stand up straight. Ron never thought of himself as someone who was afraid of spiders, but today he deeply realized what the fear engraved deep in his soul looked like.

There were some spiders that were not even up to his ankles, and there were some cute stuffed dolls like the ones in his previous life. He could kill a large number of them with just a magic wand, but he collapsed to the ground, not daring to move forward at all. He couldn't even make a sound to call for help. He could only open his mouth and watch the spider move forward little by little.

"Ron!"

It was Harry—

Harry lifted Ron onto his shoulder and ran towards the castle. Ron bounced up and down on Harry's shoulder. His stomach could clearly feel the hard bones on Harry's shoulder. He couldn't help but feel gastric juice rising up and wanted to vomit.

"No, no, no, you said you were staying in the classroom, why are you coming out here?"

"what--"

Ron could only make unconscious sounds now. He was still immersed in fear and couldn't escape at all.

Harry sighed, and the flames blazed, burning a large number of spiders that were chasing him to death. The lawn also began to burn. It was almost autumn, and the grass was slightly yellow. The blazing flames and steaming waves distorted the vision. The flames formed a wall of fire, blocking most of the small spiders out.

Some of the wise ones were too timid to move forward, but more of them were rushing forward desperately. Some had already crawled into the castle along the wall. The exclamations of the little wizards could be heard continuously. They were too comfortable and had not often experienced even one-on-one duels.

Professor McGonagall flew out of the hall, and Snape jumped out of the window and flew to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He turned his head to look at the cottage, and wanted to move forward with a grim face. Then, as if he thought of something, he waved his hand, and a powerful force pushed down the whole house. Many spiders were buried inside, and there was no one.

Snape frowned but ignored it. He looked into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, where there was a huge eight-eyed spider staring at him quietly.

"You've crossed the line—"

"Hagrid - Hagrid -"

Snape frowned. He also roughly understood something. He guessed that Hagrid was just like he was last year, and was now in detention in Harry's mind.

"Hagrid is safe now. You should gather your people and return to the Forbidden Forest."

"Hagrid, Hagrid!"

The eight-eyed spider became angrier and angrier as it shouted. Snape probed closer and the small spiders around him that were eager to try turned into dust in an instant. No one knew how they died.

Snape sensed a familiar force behind him, who was it? !

Dudley, who barely escaped back to the castle, suddenly looked dejected and ran hurriedly to the basement. In an empty corner, he felt powerless all over and knelt on the ground. He then spit out a mouthful of blood and lost more than half of his blood.

"Fuck you!"

It was clearly not my fault, but Dudley blamed some of the suffering Hogwarts was experiencing on himself. This was beyond his expectations. Some small spiders crawled in through the gaps in the window, and Dudley killed a few of them. The dull pain in his chest felt a little better.

"This is going to force me to take action," Dudley muttered to himself.

At this time, Harry had successfully returned to the castle. On the way back, he saw Lupin killing spiders, Umbridge watching from the sidelines, and many professors protecting the castle.

Obviously the spider had gone crazy. Harry knew that such a large number of spiders was obviously driven by Hagrid's former good friend. Perhaps it was related to Hagrid's disappearance. He blamed himself for most of the responsibility. Maybe there were other factors, but there was no doubt that Hagrid was the fuse.

"Convince your friend."

Harry appeared beside Hagrid and stared at him closely. Hagrid did not make any move. It should be said that since the last conversation, he refused to have any form of communication with Harry.

"Your friend is about to die. If he continues to attack Hogwarts, not only will the professors not forgive him, but Dumbledore will definitely be the first to attack him when he returns."

Hagrid's eyes rolled under his eyelids, and Harry could clearly see the movement.

"Can you bear to see your former friend and pet end up like this?"

Still no sound, Harry left disappointed.

Maybe there is another way. Harry looked at the mural on the wall and remembered the last time Dudley came. He looked at his rough palms. Maybe he could mobilize some authority to seal the entire castle, protect the students' safety first, and then slowly kill all the spiders.

When he returned to the Great Hall, Professor Flitwick was directing at the top.

"The lower grade wizards should go back to the dormitory first. Spiders cannot enter for the time being. The prefects of each college and grade should escort each other. The sixth and seventh graders should stay behind. Those with strong fighting power should be responsible for killing the remaining spiders outside. The rest should be escorted to the school clinic by other students."

The noisy little wizards who had gathered in the hall were divided into orderly lines. Some of them made a fuss, while others took out their wands and killed one or two, which made them even more excited.

George and Fred leapt among the crowd, and Percy gave them a warning look.

"I need to remind everyone that the mouthparts of the eight-eyed spider are poisonous. If you are accidentally bitten, the toxins will invade your entire body in a very short time. There are not many antidotes in Hogwarts, so please be cautious if you want to go out alone."

The team that was restless just now suddenly became much quieter. Some people didn't care. There are always cowards and brave people in the world. Percy took a look and said that now that it was over, he couldn't care less about those who were looking for death.

"One moment, Professor Lockhart."

Lockhart was leaning against the pillar with nothing to do at this time, obviously watching the show as Hogwarts fell into chaos.

"Please remember your agreement with Headmaster Dumbledore."

Lockhart's expression changed, and he instantly abandoned his nonchalant look and became serious. Some people around him who had stereotypes and passed by looked at him sideways. This was not like the gorgeous idiot in their impression.

"What do you want from me?" The voice sounded like a hum from the nose.

Flitwick was not angry, "I know your strength. I just compared the number of people counted by the prefects and found that there are still a dozen young wizards missing. I hope you can go out for a walk."

"Why do you want me to go out?"

Flitwick didn't say anything, he just looked at Lockhart quietly.

"Got it, got it," Lockhart cursed.