Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 126, Section 124: Golden Crown, Oh Golden Crown, Please Tell Me (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month!)

In the following weeks, Madison would 'coincidentally' run into Dudley.

For example, bumping into each other in the library, or bumping into each other on the way back to the dormitory after exercising at night.

Each time it was just a few words, a few glances, and a few accidental physical touches, but Madison was confident that she had already left a very deep impression on the other person.

Now I am suddenly disappearing.

She was just waiting for him to come to her.

Then another day passed.

Madison remained completely unfazed.

Three days have passed

Madison remained unperturbed.

A week has passed.

Madison thought Dudley's willpower was truly strong; he had managed to endure for so long.

A month has passed, and Dali still hasn't responded.

Madison began to doubt himself.

To reiterate, if she were to unleash this combo on any other young wizard, probably no one at Hogwarts could withstand it, not even the saint Potter.

But it just so happens to be used on Dali.

"How is this possible? Something must have gone wrong." She bit her lower lip and began to recall her experiences over the past few days.

There were no problems whatsoever; every detail was flawless, and it was absolutely perfect.

But what happened? Did her charm fail?

Madison glanced at her roommates, who were surrounding her with ingratiating expressions.

Her charm is even stronger than the original Veela; not only young male wizards, but even young female wizards would be unable to resist her charm, captivating both men and women.

Then it's not her problem.

Did Mr. Dursley not like girls?

Just then, Dudley and Hermione appeared side by side and walked past her. Throughout the entire process, Dudley's gaze remained fixed on Hermione, his gentle gaze seemingly melting her. He didn't look away for a moment, nor did he look at Madison.

"He likes girls!"

This was Madison's first thought, and a nameless rage surged within him.

"In what way am I inferior to that Granger? His huge front teeth and messy hair, his never-careful appearance makes him look like a country bumpkin compared to me."

"I refuse to accept losing to someone like that!"

With a snap, Madison crushed the quill pen in his hand.

Veela become incredibly strong when excited, and they are all short-tempered and easily agitated. Madison inherited her mother's beauty and charm, but also these flaws.

She shook off her roommate and stormed back to her bedroom.

Then she pulled a jeweled crown from a leather trunk under the bed. Inscribed on the base of the crown was a famous saying: "Superior wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."

She found it in a mysterious room on the eighth floor shortly after she enrolled in school.

The Ravenclaw crown.

The belongings of Lady Ravenclaw, one of the four great masters of Hogwarts.

After a slight hesitation, Madison gently placed the crown on his head and then closed his eyes.

"Golden Crown, oh Golden Crown, please tell me, how can I capture the heart of a male wizard?"

Madison's voice echoed in the bedroom, and the crown emitted a faint glow, as if it were communicating with her.

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October arrived, and a damp chill permeated the air, seeping into the castle. A sudden cold broke out among the students, keeping Mrs. Pomfrey, the school doctor, extremely busy.

Fortunately, the common cold is nothing to a wizard. After a few potions, he quickly recovered.

"Hey, Potter, if I were you, I wouldn't go to this Ghost Memorial Day." Malfoy fiddled with a gilded walking stick in his hand, a birthday gift from Dudley.

Last year he gave Dali a cigarette, and Dali gave him one back this year.

This is no ordinary cane; Dudley has incorporated a lot of magical modifications into it.

It's clear that Malfoy likes it very much.

"Remember who you are; we are living, breathing human beings."

Harry received an invitation to the 400th anniversary of Sir Nicholas's (Nick the Nearly Headless) death anniversary, and unsure whether to accept, Harry sought out his companions.

Malfoy's remark about remembering one's identity annoyed Harry: "I don't think it's shameful to attend the Ghost's Death Anniversary."

Seeing that Harry didn't understand what he meant, Malfoy simply shrugged and gestured for him to do as he pleased.

Take it or leave it.

Then he approached Ron, saying he wanted to play a thrilling game of Wizards.

"Harry, the cool guy, wasn't wrong this time," Dudley's voice rang out behind them. "It's definitely not a pleasant experience for a living person to attend a ghost's death anniversary."

"Why?" Hermione put down her book and asked seriously, "I think it might be a wonderful experience."

There can only be one reason why even the all-knowing Miss doesn't know the answer—it's not written in the book.

"Perhaps you've gotten so used to the ghosts of Hogwarts that you think they're no different from ordinary people, but that view is definitely wrong."

"They are people from the deceased world, who dislike all living things, and whose hearing and senses are very different from ours."

Dudley started explaining ghosts to the others.

"The most important point is that the things ghosts 'eat' are very different from what we eat."

"If you want to listen to music that sounds like sawing wood in the biting cold wind, and then enjoy pastries crawling with maggots and smelly juice, then you can try it out."

"I see." Hermione nodded, opened the book again, and said decisively, "I think I'd better not have this wonderful experience."

Harry wasn't good at saying no, and even after Dudley's explanation, he still couldn't bring himself to refuse Sir Nicholas.

So he turned his gaze to Ron.

"My friend, you don't think it's right for me to go hungry and cold, do you?"

Ron shook his head so hard it was like a rattle drum.

He refused.

Whether it's mental or physical.

If I hadn't known I could go with Harry once, now that I know what's going on, only a ghost would go.

"I still want to enjoy delicious food in a warm restaurant."

Even Neville said the same thing.

"Harry, I think you should learn to say no." Dudley patted Harry on the shoulder. "Remember the first word I learned?"

Harry blurted out, "Absolutely not?"

He was very familiar with Dudley's affairs.

"That's right." Dudley nodded. "Sometimes learning to say no isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Learning to say no isn't necessarily a bad thing, especially when faced with things you simply can't do or are extremely unwilling to do.

Dudley said, glancing towards the other side of the castle corridor, "And I think we have work to do."

Following Dudley's gaze, the group spotted a little witch with silver eyes, dark golden-brown hair, and pale skin, walking barefoot through Hogwarts Castle.

(End of this chapter)