Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 155, Section 153: Giving Lucius a Shock

After Lucius finished speaking, he looked again specifically at the long table in Slytherin House, and then at his son Draco.

"Draco, you see? That's the allure of power."

"Your disciplinary team is nothing to me. And that Mr. Dursley? I can easily disband him with a few simple tricks."

However, to Lucius's utter surprise, his words were like igniting a powder keg, generating a reaction a hundred times stronger than when Dumbledore was dismissed.

The entire restaurant fell into an extremely eerie silence.

From Gryffindor and Hufflepuff to Ravenclaw and Slytherin, the young wizards of all four houses fell silent, staring blankly at Lucius who had spoken.

The reputation of the Discipline Group is now deeply ingrained in people's minds; whether it's academic performance or anything else, they are the strongest at Hogwarts.

"Father, you've done something foolish, utterly foolish!" Draco rubbed his temples hard, at a loss for words to describe his feelings.

"I told him this a long time ago! Why won't he listen?"

Why insist on going against the disciplinary team?

Then he looked around at his fellow Slytherin students, and seeing their increasingly cold eyes, he knew it was too late.

Especially since Dali's face showed no other expression.

That's too late

"All Slytherin, stand up."

With a furious roar, all the young wizards at the Slytherin house table, regardless of their year of study, stood up in unison.

All eyes turned to Lucius.

This left Lucius somewhat bewildered, even confused.

What are Slytherin doing?

Not only him, but Fudge was also baffled.

"What exactly is the Discipline Group? I have absolutely no idea."

"What else is Lucius hiding from me? What is he planning?"

Fudge had also recovered from his panic over Dumbledore. If Dumbledore really wanted to be Minister for Magic, he would have done it long ago; there was no need to wait until now. He only felt extremely angry, angry that Lucius had tricked him, but the guy hid it very well, and no one noticed, or rather, no one had noticed him from the beginning.

After all, he was just a slow-witted, incompetent, and utterly mediocre fool.

"Uncle Lucius."

The first to speak was a sixth-year Slytherin student from the Bosde family, a lineage of pure-blood wizards. He was the only legitimate heir to the Bosde family (originally there were two others, but they followed Voldemort to become Death Eaters and are now imprisoned in Azkaban, stripped of their inheritance rights). He had previously dealt with Lucius with his father on business.

He looked at Lucius with a serious expression and said, word by word, "Please take back what you just said."

"What?" Lucius looked at the other person with confusion, question marks popping into his mind.

Has the next heir to the Bosde family gone mad? How dare he speak to a Malfoy like that?

Questioning him in public?

Even your father, the current head of the Bosde family, must show me sufficient respect.

But before Lucius could react...

"Uncle Lucius, take back what you just said!" There's always a second one, and the second to speak was the eldest son of the Yaxley family, who was also the future heir to the family.

Unlike the Bosde family, their family was more powerful, and he was an only son, making them one of the few who could stand on equal footing with Malfoy.

"Take back what you just said, Uncle Lucius!" Pansy Parkinson, the little princess of the Parkinson family, also stepped forward!

As more and more people spoke up, Lucius's expression grew increasingly grim.

It was as if he had uttered some heinous crime.

In the end.

"I take back what I just said!"

The Slytherins shouted in unison, their voices echoing throughout the dining hall. This scene not only shocked the young wizards of the other three houses, but also deeply moved every adult wizard present.

When did Slytherin become so united?

Lucius racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what was going on.

Of the four houses at Hogwarts, Hufflepuff is the most united, though outsiders might perceive it as a group of weaklings banding together for warmth. Gryffindor and Slytherin are similar, only uniting under specific circumstances. As for Ravenclaw, they are truly independent and disorganized, since everyone there is considered "intelligent."

Lucius had seen Slytherin united before, but that was many years ago, and they weren't as united as they were now. What makes a mere Dursley, a Muggle wizard, and a mudman worthy of Slytherin's love and respect?

Having come from Slytherin himself, he understood the Slytherins' minds all too well; unless there was a sufficiently large benefit, otherwise...

No, that's not right either. Slytherin is the house that admires the strong the most. If there is a powerful and outstanding person worth following, like that one from back then...

At that moment, Lucius suddenly remembered what his son Draco had told him: Never mess with Mr. Dursley.

Is it

No, impossible. How could a wizard born into a Muggle family compare to that one?

Lucius shook his head vigorously to dispel the distracting thoughts, but he still couldn't stop thinking about it.

Lucius, who prides himself on being a pure-blood wizard, is unaware that his former employer, who preaches the nobility of pure-bloods, is himself a half-blood wizard, a tragic product of a love potion.

Besides Lucius, Fudge and the other Aurors were also shocked.

They could swear they had never seen Slytherins so united when they were in school. Was that wizard named Dursley some great man's descendant?

After all, only those of noble blood would be so revered by Slytherin.

Fudge was even more relieved that he had reacted too slowly and hadn't agreed with Lucius.

Otherwise, they might offend someone they can't afford to mess with, and their already low approval rating would definitely drop even further.

As the focus of everything, and the target of Lucius's attack, Dudley picked up a tissue and gently wiped his mouth. Well, he was the only one in the entire restaurant who had been eating just now, elegantly and quickly stuffing lamb chops and chicken legs into his mouth. Now he was barely six-tenths full. He raised his hand slightly, and the Slytherins instantly fell silent, and the entire restaurant became quiet once again.

The young Slytherin wizards all stared intently at Dudley's back.

Respect, worship, obsession, and fanaticism.

Countless helpless gazes converged and intertwined.

Dursley, King of Slytherin.

(End of this chapter)