Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 12. I'm Not Called Feeding (Seeking votes during the new book period)

St. George Elementary School

It was the familiar school again, and the familiar lunch break. Dudley was lounging lazily in the second-to-last seat by the window in the classroom, basking in the sun. Harry went to buy him bread as usual, since baguettes were Dudley's favorite snack.

He pulled a bottle of pale blue liquid from his pocket. This was the potion that Dudley had brewed yesterday. It was a basic potion called "Minor Mana-Boosting Potion," which was said to slightly increase magical power with long-term use.

Although it's a basic formula, it's not easy at all. Dali hasn't slept well for many days in order to successfully brew this potion.

After downing the drink in one gulp, Dali smacked his lips.

It tastes weird, bitter, and not very good.

This is one of the few potions that Dudley can currently brew, since he cannot access the magical world and cannot obtain many of the ingredients.

Not all potion ingredients can only be obtained in the magical world. For example, the recipe for Blink is: daisy root (chopped), wrinkled fig (peeled), caterpillar (sliced ​​thinly), one drop of mouse bile, and a little leech juice.

Even Muggles can obtain these things, but without the corresponding steps and methods of consumption, they simply cannot make them.

The Mild Mana Boosting Potion is one of the very few potions that does not require magical creatures (plants). Its main ingredient is a juice made from a plant called "Houttuynia cordata".

By the way, although the names of Minor Mana Boosting Potion and Mana Boosting Potion are similar, they are two different potions and should not be confused.

Suppressing the urge to gag, Dali grabbed the water bottle and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

At the same time, he secretly vowed to improve the taste of potions in the future. Each ingredient tasted alright on its own, but when mixed together, they produced such a terrible flavor.

Not long after drinking it, Dudley started to doze off, which was an added effect of the mild mana booster.

"I heard that an exchange student is coming to our class this week."

In a daze, Dali heard someone say this.

The speaker was a freckled-faced man sitting not far from Dali.

"Exchange students? Here? In our class?"

The girl who answered Little Freckles was wearing two braids, and her expression was clearly one of surprise.

Exchange students, apart from cross-border situations, generally only interact between private schools, unless they are exceptionally outstanding like those at Dali.

St. George's Elementary School is a public school that's neither particularly good nor bad. In recent years, its reputation has improved considerably, and its enrollment rate has also increased significantly, thanks to a certain student who frequently wins awards.

Even so, no exchange students would choose their school unless there were special circumstances.

"Which school did you come from?" the girl with braids asked.

The freckled boy replied, "I heard it's Oxford Dragon Primary School."

When the words "Oxford Dragon Primary School" were mentioned, the latter lowered his voice noticeably, as if afraid that others would hear him. At the same time, he unconsciously glanced at Dali's position and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the other person was still lying on the table.

Little did they know that their supposedly covert actions were being carried out right under Dali's nose.

I was just too sleepy to bother with it.

Otherwise, given his reputation at school, the other person would probably be too scared to come to class.

Dali had previously attended Oxford Dragon Primary School as an exchange student. Therefore, it's highly likely that this exchange program is specifically for him.

The lunch break ended and the bell rang.

The teacher led a girl with thick, brown curly hair into the classroom.

"This is the student from Oxford Dragon Primary School for the next week."

Dudley lay slumped on the table, feeling drowsy. The effects of the potion, combined with the exhaustion from staying up all night making potions yesterday, meant he didn't even have time to eat the snacks Harry had bought.

I only remember that the teacher seemed to have introduced that exchange student.

Once he could buy the magical materials, he would definitely make an energy potion. Accompanied by sparse applause, Dudley drifted off into a sweet dream.

Even the teacher noticed and deliberately lowered the volume of his lecture.

Damn privileges for top students

This situation continued until school ended, with Dali still slumped over his desk, seemingly lifeless.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The table where Dali was lying was knocked on.

No one in the entire school dared to wake Dudley from his deep sleep.

Dudley opened his eyes groggily, and what came into view was a head of fluffy, wavy hair.

A girl wearing a light blue Oxford Dragon Primary School uniform stood with her hands on her hips, frowning and staring at Dali with dissatisfaction in her large, dark brown eyes.

"He looks familiar, but who is he?"

Dali felt like his brain was a complete mess.

I promise I won't stay up all night working myself to the bone next time.

"You broke your promise!" the girl said before Dali could even ask.

That unique accent sounded somewhat familiar to Dali.

Dudley: "?"

You broke your promise!

Seeing that Dali still looked confused, the girl emphasized again, raising her voice several decibels.

"You said you would participate in this Junior Mathematical Olympiad!"

Junior Mathematical Olympiad

"Oh." Upon hearing this word, Dali's thoughts gradually became clearer.

Back then, Dudley practically dominated the entire Oxford Dragon Primary School. Whether it was academics or sports, Dudley single-handedly crushed them all. For all the top students at Oxford Dragon Primary School during that period, every day was like a Black Friday, with an inescapable gloom hanging over their heads.

It wasn't until the day Dudley left that they challenged him to a fight. Of course, this fight wasn't a physical one; otherwise, even if the whole school attacked together, Dudley would easily defeat them.

They arranged to meet for academic purposes, boasting that they would defeat Dali in the upcoming Junior Mathematical Olympiad.

"How's the preparation going?"

"I'm currently working on something very important, so I don't have any extra time."

How can a mere math Olympiad be as important as researching magic potions?

"What could be more important than the International Mathematical Olympiad?"

The girl in front of him clearly didn't think so: "There are still three days left. Let me tell you the review points that the teacher told me about."

As he spoke, he took out his textbooks and notes from his schoolbag, intending to tutor Dali at school.

"It's very late today. If I remember correctly, your home is at least two bus transfers away from here."

Dudley yawned and stopped the girl with one hand: "It will be dangerous for you to go back alone if you go too late. The security in London has never been very good."

The security situation abroad can only be described with a "heh heh" attitude.

Especially in the 1990s.

It was quite a serendipitous encounter that Dali met this girl. Dali loved reading, just like the girl. The library was a place they frequented, and they were almost always the last to leave. Over time, they became acquainted.

Then Dudley dominated the entire school.

The girl also dropped from first place in her grade to second.

She hid and cried secretly because of this.

Dudley happened to witness it.

And so they were targeted.

In the days that followed, the girl tried to challenge Dali in different subjects.

But all of them ended in failure.

"You're so eager to beat me, isn't this your chance?"

Compared to the group of pseudo-academic geniuses and cowards at Oxford Dragon Elementary School who only dared to talk behind people's backs, the only one who actually challenged Dali was this girl in front of him.

Yes, the so-called "fight" was just a rumor; those cowards never actually dared to formally challenge Dali.

Dudley agreed to participate to show respect for the girl; he admired her straightforward personality.

Otherwise, Dudley wouldn't have participated in any math Olympiad at all. After all, he's already won too many first places, so he has to leave some for others.

"I will defeat you fair and square."

The girl looked just like a proud little hen, trying her best to puff out her chest, which she didn't actually have.

"Hurry, there's no time left."

The girl put the notebook on the table and started to tug at Dali's sleeve, just as Dali was about to get up.

Dudley, who was already feeling dizzy from not sleeping well for many days, was pulled by the girl and lost his footing, twisting his ankle. His left foot happened to trip over his right foot, and his body leaned forward, bumping into the girl's shoulder. Due to the impact of Dudley's huge body, the girl's body did not stop at all and fell down.

Fortunately, Dudley reacted quickly, immediately placing his right palm on the back of the girl's head as a cushion.

He supported his body with his left hand to prevent himself from pressing down on the girl.

'Dong'

A dull sound echoed through the empty classroom.

The two remained in this strange posture, staring at each other.

What followed was absolute silence. The only sounds were the two of them breathing and their heartbeats.

If you're pinned against a wall with one hand or leaning against it, is that called a "wall slam"? So, is this what you call a "ground slam"?

"Dali, we should..."

Footsteps sounded outside the door. Harry had just reached the classroom door when he very consciously turned around and left: "Sorry, I didn't see anything."

Ten seconds after Harry left the classroom, the girl's face turned bright red, she cried out "Ah!" and then jumped up like a startled rabbit, quickly leaving the classroom.

However, before leaving, Chongda left a message: "The review materials are over there, and my dad told me to tell you to come to the clinic when you have time. Your teeth are the best he's ever seen."

The girl's father is an excellent dentist, and as everyone knows, dentistry is a very lucrative profession, which is why they could afford to send her to a private school like Oxford Dragon Primary School.

Using that hard baguette, which could be used as a weapon, as a teething toy, how could Dudley's teeth not be good?

"Feed".

From the far end of the classroom, that fluffy, wavy hair reappeared: "I'm not called 'Hey,' call me Hermione."

Hermione Jane Granger

(End of this chapter)