Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 70: A Forced Transformation Before the Castle!

"Tell me, which older student cast a shapeshifting spell on you?"

Professor McGonagall assumed that upperclassmen from Slytherin were bullying freshmen, but due to her position, she did not specifically mention Slytherin House in her statement.

"Not a senior student, but..."

Crabbe, seeing that he now had the professor's backing, wanted to directly report Dudley and the others.

But Malfoy covered his mouth tightly through his clothes and mask.

"Shut up!" Malfoy snapped, sternly reprimanding his henchman.

Malfoy's mindset is complicated. On one hand, Dudley's words have left a deep impression on him, making him start to doubt whether his long-held belief in pureblood supremacy is right or wrong.

On the other hand, he was indeed afraid of Dudley. Dudley's strength, the ruthless wisdom revealed in his words, and his analysis of the current situation of the Malfoy family all made him deeply fearful.

Therefore, he didn't want to offend Dudley any further.

Otherwise, even if the professor breaks the curse this time and gets through this ordeal, there's no guarantee that Dudley won't come knocking on his door again in private, subjecting him to another round of humiliation and blows.

"What are you doing? Don't be afraid, I will get justice for you!"

Professor McGonagall frowned at Malfoy's demeanor and pressed him with a serious expression, "Not a senior student, could it be someone from outside the school, an adult wizard? Tell me, who is it?"

If it's an adult wizard from outside the school, then things are even more serious! I will definitely…

"Stop guessing, Professor. I did it!"

Suddenly, a deep and powerful male voice came from behind, interrupting Professor McGonagall's questioning.

Professor McGonagall turned around and saw a strange, sturdy little wizard carrying a cane instead of a wand, and a bespectacled little boy with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead and bright green eyes, walking slowly toward her.

"You're Harry? Harry Potter?"

Like everyone else in the wizarding world, Professor McGonagall recognized the famous Savior at first glance, not Dudley.

“Yes, Professor! I am Harry, and this is my cousin, Dudley Dursley!”

Harry responded immediately and introduced his cousin.

Upon hearing Dudley's name, Professor McGonagall frowned even more deeply.

Her former boss, who had been idle for almost ten years, suddenly changed his ways in the past month, becoming incredibly busy and doing many earth-shattering things, seemingly all because of this little boy named Dali.

I am reminded of the struggle between the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance a month ago, and the miracle that the struggle represented.

Professor McGonagall suddenly didn't know how to face Dudley.

"You're Dali? I know you. What did you just say? You're the one who turned these three students into this state?"

The time for thought was short. Professor McGonagall decided to focus on the present matter and frowned, trying to confirm what Dudley had just said, because it was simply too unbelievable.

"Professor, you heard me right, these three little stinky mud figures are my masterpiece!"

Dudley, holding his cane, led Harry to Professor McGonagall and the Malfoy trio.

However, he wasn't as considerate as Professor McGonagall; as he approached, he cast a bubbling spell on himself and his cousin.

Why did you do this?!

Hearing Dudley's response and seeing him effortlessly cast spells without a wand, Professor McGonagall's expression grew even more serious, with a hint of disappointment and disgust.

"That's because someone used 'mudblood' as an insult! And not just once, and it wasn't just me!"

Dudley's deep gaze passed over Professor McGonagall and met Malfoy's narrowed eyes peeking out from the seam of his clothes.

At this moment, Malfoy's heart was in his throat, fearing that Dudley would reveal his identity in public.

"what?!"

After hearing Dudley's explanation, Professor McGonagall's tone immediately rose eight octaves, and she looked into Malfoy's eyes, "You're freshmen who haven't even started your first year yet! How dare you use such...such vile words to insult your classmates?!"

"It's only because you haven't been assigned to a college yet, otherwise I would have deducted twenty college points from each of you!"

After scolding Malfoy, Professor McGonagall turned to Dudley: "Dudley, you too! No matter what, you can't... you can't cast such a curse on your classmate!"

"I used genuine Transfiguration, Professor! Of course, I also used a curse, but he covered it up with his clothes!"

Dudley honestly confessed what he had done.

This made Professor McGonagall's face turn several shades paler; she could already see yet another troublemaker rising up at Hogwarts.

After saying this, Dudley ignored Professor McGonagall and took two more steps forward, closing in on Malfoy.

Crabbe and Goyle retreated in fear, but Malfoy held onto his last bit of stubbornness, gritting his teeth and refusing to back down.

Despite being covered in mud and having his face obscured by clothes, one could identify Malfoy simply by his physique.

"What...what more do you want? I didn't intend to report you; you came forward on your own initiative!"

Malfoy spoke in a trembling, altered voice.

Dudley didn't engage in any pointless banter with Malfoy about tattling or not; instead, he stared calmly into Malfoy's eyes and asked:

How have you felt about this journey so far?

"What?!" Malfoy was taken aback by Dudley's question and didn't react for a moment.

"Tell me! How did you feel being isolated, disliked, scorned, and insulted by your classmates along the way?!"

Dudley raised his voice and asked again very seriously.

Malfoy then realized what had happened. He began to recall his feelings throughout the journey, and after a long silence, he replied in a low, unusually bitter tone:

"I am angry, ashamed, upset, terrified, and in pain!"

"Speak louder!" Dali roared coldly.

Malfoy was startled, his body trembled, and he almost jumped up.

It took a lot of effort to force myself to calm down.

"I'm angry! Ashamed! Distressed! Panicked! I'm in so much pain!!!"

Malfoy used all his strength to shout out these words that were completely unrelated to him before, venting all the negative emotions he had suppressed along the way.

At that moment, he was very clear-headed.

At that moment, he thought of many things.

He recalled his past ridiculous arrogance, the innocent people he had humiliated because of his family background, and the immense oppression that the pure-blooded glory had inflicted on another group of people...

At this moment, he was transformed, as if reborn.