Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 109, Section 107: Glory Belongs to the Discipline Group!

These words immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the auditorium.

Compared to the Gryffindors' collective glares, the Slytherins wore expressions of delight, because they knew the speaker all too well.

That was their college's respected Mr. Dursley.

"What right do you have to say that?"

Not long after Dali finished speaking, someone immediately jumped out to question him.

Dudley recognized this person and even made a note of him: Lee Jordan, the Hogwarts Quidditch commentator. Putting aside his commentary skills, as a commentator, his commentary was very obviously biased, unconditionally favoring Gryffindor and unconditionally targeting Slytherin.

The other young Gryffindor wizards also stood up excitedly, only reluctantly sitting back down after Dumbledore emphasized quiet once more.

Dudley didn't bother with them at all, and looked at Professor McGonagall with a slight apology: "Professor McGonagall, please forgive me, I didn't mean to target you, much less insult Godric Gryffindor. I was talking about these Gryffindors who did nothing. They are not qualified and should not receive the honor of the House Cup."

The target of these young wizards in Gryffindor was not Professor McGonagall.

Reckless, impulsive, only knows how to cause trouble, play pranks, and stir up trouble.

Are they qualified?

If they were eligible, the total score shouldn't be 111.

Without Hermione's enthusiastic participation in answering questions, it took two whole semesters to go from double digits to just over three digits.

If they still manage to get first place, it would be an insult to all the other hard-working people!

Hufflepuff is more qualified than Gryffindor.

"I think the Gryffindors haven't heard one thing clearly."

Dudley's voice was deep and penetrating, calmly facing the countless pairs of eyes that wanted to beat him to death, completely disregarding them.

Ripple energy blasts, Zoldyck clan assassination techniques, alchemy, and countless potions at his waist.

Without realizing it, Dali had become very strong.

Even though they are still some distance from truly powerful wizards, they are still far beyond the reach of these junior wizards.

"The bonus points that Headmaster Dumbledore mentioned were for them personally, not for Gryffindor."

In short, it boils down to this: "Don't flatter yourself; those points weren't awarded to Gryffindor." Dumbledore never announced that Gryffindor had won the House Cup.

"What's the difference?"

The young wizards of Gryffindor did not notice anything amiss.

Is there a difference between giving it to an individual and giving it to them as Gryffindor?

Most Gryffindors failed to notice that Dudley's behavior had crossed the line, something a student should not do, yet no professor stood up to stop him.

Many clever Slytherins and Ravenclaws have discovered this key point, as have a very few Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, such as Percy in fifth year and Cedric in third year.

"The difference is huge."

Dudley turned to Dumbledore and said, "Your Excellency Headmaster, shall we announce this matter ourselves, or shall we?"

"Come on," said Dumbledore.

Dudley nodded: "Starting today, in addition to the senior students from the four houses and the student council presidents, Hogwarts will form a new organization."

"Discipline Group".

"Ron, Neville, Harry, and Hermione are all prospective members of the Discipline Group."

"And I, Dudley Describing, am a full member of the Discipline Committee."

"We take care of disciplinary violations, injustices, unfair treatment, and especially bullying on campus."

When he said the last sentence, Dudley's gaze was like a sharp sword fixed on Gryffindor. The incident had caused quite a stir and several students had been expelled. Apart from the bookworms who were single-minded and only knew how to study, almost everyone knew about it.

None of the Gryffindors present dared to meet his gaze.

The power of momentum, once it is shown to be weak, will collapse completely.

At this point, with the professors' tacit approval, Dudley had taken control of the entire situation single-handedly.

"We welcome anyone with the ability to join us."

"The Last Thing"

"Draco!"

Malfoy, whose name was called by Dudley, stood up excitedly.

"You have lived up to your honor, and you deserve 100 points for that."

Malfoy stood tall and proud, chin held high, like a proud peacock, even though the one praising him wasn't the headmaster but Dudley, a fellow first-year student.

"I got praised! Brother D praised me!"

Dudley clasped his hands together, and a brand new hourglass instantly appeared next to the hourglasses of the four houses. The points originally given to Harry and his friends were instantly transferred to the new hourglass, which in an instant surpassed the hourglasses that originally belonged to the four houses.

"I think the glory should belong to the discipline team!"

With his hands clasped together again, the transmutation array on the back of his hands emitted a faint glow. The hall's decor, which had already changed to a red base with a lion pattern, changed again, with black and silver intertwined, giving it a solemn yet mysterious feel.

At the same time, the lion motif has changed and is no longer the giant snake that belongs to Slytherin.

It was a creature with thick, dark fur all over its body, bright and piercing eyes, a horn on its forehead, resembling neither a cow nor a sheep, but more like a qilin.

The Xie Zhi, also known as the Renfa Beast, is a mythical beast that can distinguish right from wrong and represents fairness.

Dudley's move deeply shocked the young wizards present. What would normally require several senior Gryffindor students to work together to cast a spell was accomplished with just a clap of his hands.

Moreover, no one else knew that Dudley was using alchemy.

For them, Dali's current performance is...

Staffless spellcasting

Even many highly skilled wizards cannot do this.

Compared to the astonishment and surprise that filled the faces of the other three houses, the young wizards of Slytherin House appeared completely calm.

"Truly worthy of being called Mr. Dursley."

The shared sentiment of the young wizards of Slytherin.

The sound of flapping wings echoed in the auditorium, and then an owl descended from the sky.

It was there to deliver a message to Dudley Dursley.

Exquisite parchment cover.

An exquisite letter with gold foil stamping, and a gleaming Merlin Third Class Medal.

The audience was silent.

Even the professors in the audience were stunned this time.

That's a genuine Merlin Medal; even a Merlin Level 3 isn't something everyone can have!

"Dexter! Our King!"

At the long table in Slytherin, Pansy stood up excitedly and led the shout. The second to react was Malfoy, whose pale face was flushed. Soon after, more Slytherin wizards also stood up from the long table and shouted.

The calls seemed to have been rehearsed beforehand, perfectly synchronized and powerful.

The enormous shouts nearly lifted the entire auditorium off its feet.

"Prevent Gryffindor from winning the House Cup, win."

(End of this chapter)