Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Finnegan, what are you doing here? You're still in a daze, and class is about to start."

Finnegan stared at the sausage stuck on the knife in silence. After a while, he came to his senses and said, "Okay, thank you. I know. You go first. I have to go to the dormitory to get some books."

"Okay, then you better hurry up, class will start soon."

"Okay - bye."

He turned his head habitually to look at the Hufflepuff dining table. There were many small cans there, and people were eating and drinking happily. It didn't seem to make much difference if there was one more or one less person.

He turned his head and ran out in a hurry. No, he must find out what happened that day.

When he ran out of the hall, he saw a group of Slytherins gathered on the lawn outside. In the middle, a man with platinum hair flashed by, and in the innermost was a big, bloated guy. He seemed to be very scared, and his thick lips kept trembling.

What was he doing? What was the Slytherin doing? But Finnegan just took a look and then ran straight to the lawn around the Black Lake. What was Thomas looking for that day? Would he find the answer if he found it?

"Stop pecking me, you dead bird."

Dudley stood on the third floor of the castle, looking sideways through the window at the group of Slytherins below. Malfoy in the middle seemed extremely angry, staring at Bart and saying something unknown. The people around him shared the same hatred and had no good expressions on their faces.

He was watching this feast intently, a belated criticism, another form of school bullying.

But the bird next to him kept disturbing him.

"Hedwig, good girl, good girl, please be kind."

Hedwig kept pecking Dudley's cheeks and hair with her beak, vowing to teach him a lesson, so that he would attack her with his wand, causing him to break his wing when he fell, and he had to be kept in the owl shed for several months before he could fly normally.

Dudley is now becoming more and more tolerant of this owl. He knows he is in the wrong, but he didn't do anything cruel, right?

“You—this is?”

When Hermione walked up the stairs, she saw Dudley's head full of feathers and his tattered black wizard robe. Hedwig, who was beside him, flapped her wings happily when she saw Hermione, flew to her shoulders, and rubbed her delicate cheek with her head.

"Good girl, good girl, do you have any letter for me to give to Harry?"

Hedwig nodded humanely, "Okay, although I haven't seen him yet, you can give me first--"

The good girl flicked her paw lightly, and a light cylindrical piece of paper fell into Hermione's hand. Dudley took advantage of this gap to disappear without a trace. Just kidding, it is ungentlemanly to appear in front of a girl in this image, okay?

Hedwig flapped her wings, turned around and flew away from the window, flying straight into the sky, but did not return to the Owl House. Instead, she rushed to the Forbidden Forest, where two snake friends were waiting for her.

The criticism of Barth continued on the lawn.

"Okay, okay, you really bring honor to Slytherin. Instead of focusing on strengthening yourself or making as many friends as possible, you use your influence to bully others."

Malfoy's chest rose and fell violently with anger. Pansy patted his back soothingly and said, "Who else do you have?"

Bart, who was in the middle, didn't dare to say a word. Not only was Malfoy, who was several heads shorter than him, watching him, but there were also several senior students behind him who were eyeing him covetously. When would Malfoy be able to dominate Slytherin?

Bart's little eyes were spinning rapidly, obviously thinking about this matter. That cold-faced Nott, no, he had a good relationship with Malfoy since childhood.

Blaise Zabini - no, and neither can he.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

"what?"

Bart looked up at the prefect who was looking at him. He nodded hurriedly, "I know, I know. I will be more careful next time and will not let them catch me."

Some people nodded in agreement, while Malfoy in the middle became even angrier. He was thankful that he was not expelled from Hogwarts for such a murder. Why was he still unrepentant?

"I didn't do anything to him. Isn't he still alive? Besides, those weird things on his body weren't done by me."

Bart was clearly particularly aggrieved.

Malfoy choked, and it was obvious that the big guy still didn't understand where he was wrong. He turned around and looked at the people around him. Most of them came for his last name, some came for him, such as Pansy who handed him a bottle of water, and some came for unknown reasons, such as Nott who had been watching the show.

He sighed heavily, then waved his hand to let them all go. It was almost time for class, and the group of people on the outermost circle who were looking at their watches immediately ran away like rabbits, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"You are quite unusual today."

Malfoy looked up at Theodore Nott who was blocking his way. Usually he was a loner, reading in the Slytherin dormitory or studying in the library. Why was he getting involved in such an unusual matter today?

"Take a step to speak."

Theodore looked up and saw Pansy, who was following him. She left tactfully. Before leaving, she stuffed the textbooks and food in her hands to Draco, and then walked towards the auditorium.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

Theodore seemed a little embarrassed at this time. He looked at the corridor on the side, where there were some little wizards hurrying along, and twin brothers playing and fighting, with some candies splashing from time to time.

Amid the noise, he finally spoke.

"You and Potter and the others seem to be getting along pretty well."

Malfoy raised his chin slightly, then nodded gently, obviously satisfied with this statement.

"Have you heard—"

The sound behind Nott became quieter and quieter, and Malfoy unconsciously moved closer and closer.

Nott suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes began to grow bigger and darker, and his whole body looked like a cold and heartless robot.

"Why does your voice sound like a mosquito? Didn't you have breakfast?" Malfoy was not aware of the impending danger. Looking at the familiar and friendly face, he was never on guard.

Until a rusty dagger suddenly appeared on his abdomen, blood kept gushing out, Malfoy's mouth kept gushing out blood, soaking his clothes on his chest, and the silver silk thread on his neck was also dyed red. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but could only make wheezing sounds.

Everything is not good -