Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 520 Skipping class

Dudley squinted his eyes, and in his blurry vision, he saw the shadow above the white tent sway left and right, and then change shape.

The annoying voice sounded again, "Sir, there are several groups of people gathering at the border of the secret realm. What do you think we should do next——"

It's his fault, Dudley cursed in his heart and stood up reluctantly. He found that his shadow was a little long, as if Harry was even shorter. Thinking of this, he felt particularly good. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He folded his arms and leaned on the table behind him.

"You come in."

"Yes--"

"Sir, what should we do next? Please give me your instructions."

"Let them in." Dudley waved his hand, pretending to be serious.

Clinton was silent for a moment. "Where should we place them next?"

Hearing this, Dudley turned and looked at the map on the table, which was left for him by Harry.

"The area around the lake in the center is quite open. Let them set up camp there and have a good rest. Then come back to see me in a day."

Clinton hesitated to speak. In terms of numbers, the number of wizards here was far less than those outside. Although Lord Grindelwald once said that everything must be done according to the young master, the current arrangement was undoubtedly inviting a wolf into the house in his mind.

He struggled and hesitated in his heart for a long time, but the words of the Dark Lord once again came to his ears, that it was all up to Harry Potter.

"Yes."

Clinton retreated respectfully, and the guard at the door was replaced by a new man, who brought a team of wizards from the camp. Each of them was a veteran and could be considered the elite force among the saints.

After Lord Grindelwald integrated with the Muggle world, he visited the training methods of the Muggle army. He believed that in addition to unity in ideology, they should also be uniform when performing tasks to maximize the collective strength. Therefore, he reorganized the reassembled team of saints, and now has achieved great results.

The team behind Clinton was well-trained. They were covered in black wizard robes with the symbols of saints embroidered with golden threads at the end of the robes. As they walked, their momentum was as strong as a bell.

After seeing this team, ordinary Muggles began to give way. They abandoned their previous pride and arrogance and began to become humble and docile.

In just a moment, the team appeared and disappeared, disappeared and reappeared, and had already walked nearly two kilometers and almost reached the edge of the secret realm.

Clinton raised his right hand above his head, and the team behind him stopped and then lined up in a straight line.

He could see dark figures constantly changing in the pink mist, giving people a heavy and oppressive feeling, and these figures were densely packed.

He took a deep breath, took the initiative, and walked into the pink mist alone.

"Someone's coming out. Someone's coming out."

Several teams that were resting on the spot stood up one after another. They were all a little excited, and looked at the person who had entered the pink mist with a little vigilance.

Fortunately, they are all human-shaped. They seem to be sane and have the same emotions as normal people. That's okay. He kept comforting himself in his heart with a faint smile on his face. He is a saint and Lord Grindelwald is behind him.

I don't know what's going on over there, but with the secret realm as the center, the eye of a whirlwind is secretly forming. A storm is about to come, and anyone who wants to hide in the Peach Blossom Land will be caught by the intruder.

"Welcome everyone!" This is Clinton's voice.

"Welcome everyone!" This was Lupin's voice.

Lupin was still so humble and gentle, exuding a charming temperament. He carefully flipped through this semester's textbooks and looked at the crowds of people below, pairs of expectant eyes, and occasionally some vigilance.

"Welcome everyone to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class again. I am honored to be your professor this semester. Of course, Professor Snape also applied to Headmaster Dumbledore, but he was too good at teaching Potions, so he was reluctantly rejected by the headmaster."

"Lupin, I heard you were a werewolf."

In Slytherin, there was a little fat boy sitting in the last row. His face was full of flesh and there were black spots in the cracks of his flesh, which made him look hideous.

There was no one around him, and in front of him, he was truly unique in the Slytherin House, which was full of image-consciousness and considered itself the elite.

Lupin tilted his head. Some of the students below were afraid, some just found it funny, some were flipping through their books out of boredom, and some were seriously reviewing the knowledge they had learned this semester.

But most people didn't believe it. This little fat guy didn't have a very good reputation. Even the friendliest Hufflepuffs, few could get along with him. Words from such people had no credibility.

Draco, who was sitting in the first row, squeezed the quill in his hand. He thought this question was not suitable for Professor Lupin to answer, so he decided to stand up himself.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to stand up, Professor Lupin stared at him gently, "Thank you, Draco, I think I can answer this question for everyone. Of course, I also want to thank this student for bringing up a topic that we must learn today."

Several students who were sleeping in the last row suddenly became alert. They stretched their necks, their eyes full of curiosity.

"In a sense, I do have some werewolf characteristics."

“Hiss—” A few people below gasped, but most of the reactions were indifferent.

The little fat man slammed the table and stood up suddenly, the fat on his face shaking up and down, "What's wrong with everyone? She admitted it all."

"Yes, he admitted it, but so what? What can be done?" Pansy, who was sitting in the fourth row, stood up angrily, but after getting a signal from Lupin, she walked out of her seat.

After going through so many things, the lower limit of what they can fear is infinitely lowered. Just the floating Hogwarts and the infighting among classmates have already tempered them.

After the overall relocation of the wizarding world, they were able to accept goblins, giants, and even the sudden appearance of vampires, and they had also seen a lot of so-called werewolves.

After hearing what Pansy said, many people nodded in agreement.

The little fat boy's eyes were full of confusion. He looked at the pairs of eyes looking at him. His chest heaved violently and in just a moment he was covered in sweat.

Lupin, standing on the podium, still had that friendly smile on his face, but when he was attacked, he looked a little scary, like a smiling devil. He walked towards them step by step, holding his book.

In the eyes of the little fat boy, the whole world began to spin, with the werewolf Lupin at the very center, gradually enlarging. Then his clothes stretched out, black hair grew on both sides of his cheeks, his green pupils immediately stood up, and his sharp teeth were covered with meat scraps that had not been licked clean.

"Ah!" He screamed and rushed out of the classroom.

"Okay, classmates, let's start the class."

Pansy, who had just questioned her classmates, looked at her own stool with some confusion. It seemed to be a little further back.

However, this feeling only lasted for 0.01 seconds before being immediately forgotten.

The student in the second to last row looked at the unpopular fat boy in the back with some surprise. After slamming the table and standing up, he saw something terrible and immediately rushed out of the classroom.

Draco's face looked a little bad. He slumped over the table dejectedly, wondering what he was thinking.

Hermione felt as if she were in another world. She didn't know when the class started, nor when the classroom became so full.

"Okay, classmates, let's start the class."

Pansy scratched her ears with her fingers. She felt that this sentence sounded familiar.

The fat boy who rushed out wanted to quickly find Dumbledore, who was the person he trusted the most and also the most powerful person in the entire wizarding world.

There must be something wrong with that guy. There must be something wrong.

He turned his head and looked behind him. Why didn't Lupin chase him out? Wasn't he afraid that his secret would be exposed?

The fat boy ran and ran as fast as he could, but the floor beneath his feet began to stretch infinitely, and the corridor that he had originally arrived at turned into a marathon.

He sat limply on the ground, sweating profusely, staring at the floor in a daze. At this moment, a shadow suddenly enveloped him. When he looked up, it was Lupin, who was supposed to be teaching in the classroom!

"Ouroboros! Ouroboros! Why are you running so fast? Brother, you are quite capable. That old bat Snape really likes you. Just look at how many times he has circled around you in a Potions class."

One voice sounded somewhat gloating, with obvious personal grudges.

Ouroboros turned around and saw that it was the roommate who lived in the same dormitory with him.

He smiled dangerously and said softly, "This blessing is for you, do you want it?"

"Yes, of course I don't want it." The roommate laughed a few times, took three or two steps to the front of Ouroboros, blocking his way.

In the busy corridor, he said arrogantly, "I want it, can you give it to me?"

Ouroboros was not angry at the provocation. His whole person gradually changed from being calm to being very happy. He even smiled at the guy.

"What are you laughing at? It's so creepy." He tried to calm down the goose bumps on his body caused by nausea. He became more and more excited as he spoke. He even felt a sense of pleasure in venting his anger. His whole spirit became high. "If you have the guts, let Snape, that old bat -"

But it was getting colder and colder behind me, as if the North Pole had suddenly drifted away, as if a ghost was possessed. It was truly an extreme coldness.

"Who's the old bat?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it's the one with the greasy hair that's about to get tangled and hanging under his abrupt nose."

No one around moved. The guy gradually faded away the second half of his sentence. He held his breath in his throat and slowly turned around. When he saw the black corner of the clothes, he felt as if his life was over.

Ouroboros faced Snape's inquiring gaze, bowed respectfully to him, and then walked away sideways.

Snape took a deep breath. He couldn't deduct points from students of his own college.

"Come to my office every Wednesday night for the next two months and talk to me." He said this and strode away.

Hermione, holding her books from last class and a few full sheets of parchment, stood in the crowd and watched the scene.

The Slytherin boy who was provoked just now, the guy named Ouroboros, seemed a little strange. How could someone happen to be given such a name, especially to enter school at this time?

Could it be him?

With this in mind, Hermione gave up her plan to go to the library to study in the following period, and then quietly followed Ouroboros, determined to meet him and ask him something.

Snape frowned. This guy just happened to catch him when he was in a bad mood. Why are the students of Slytherin College getting worse and worse recently? They make trouble every day.

He pinched his brows tiredly. He had just finished class when he received a message that a Slytherin student had left Lupin's class openly and no one knew where he was hiding now.

Such a thing has never happened since Hogwarts was founded. For Snape, who is somewhat law-abiding and attaches great importance to honor, this is absolutely intolerable.

Just as he was complaining, Draco came running over in a panic.

Si's heart skipped a beat.

"Dean, Dean." He bent down, holding his thigh, out of breath.

"What's the matter?" The voice was trembling.

"There is a student from our college who collapsed at the door of the Slytherin common room for some unknown reason. No matter how we called him, he would not wake up. He has been sent to the school infirmary. Please go and take a look."

"Okay!" He tried hard to calm his emotions that were about to explode, and frantically practiced the brain-blocking technique. This magic seemed extremely appropriate at this moment.

"Hiss - he looks like he's asleep." Madam Pomfrey was holding a bottle of potion and standing in front of the bed with some embarrassment, looking at the Slytherin student who completely occupied the bed and even had two extra sides.

"Are you sure? But why doesn't he wake up?" Snape did not see any signs of curse on the student. His clothes were intact, his face was rosy, and he had a faint smile.

"I think we need to find Albus for this matter. Is he here?"

"Just arrived, Madam Pomfrey, could you repeat the diagnosis?"

"it is good."

Snape gave up his seat and looked at Draco who was still guarding the door. What was going on?

He asked Draco to repeat it again.

"You mean he suddenly rushed out of that Lupin guy's class?"

"Correct."

"What happened in class?"

"Nothing, just a normal class." Draco said very seriously.

"Didn't Lupin go looking for him?"

"The professor said that we should go find him after class. We can't waste everyone's time just because of one student."

This was not something Lupin would say, and although Snape disliked this hypocritical guy, he was sure of this: he would ensure the safety of every student.

"Is there really nothing?"

"Really not. If you don't believe me, you can ask other students."

"You come with me."

"Okay." Draco swallowed nervously, one hand tightly grasping the cuff of his sleeve.