Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 156, Section 154: Lucius, I am the Minister of Magic!

"Draco's father," Dudley began slowly, his voice calm yet powerful.

Unlike the other young wizards in Slytherin, he didn't call him Lucius, but rather Draco's father, and didn't even stand up, remaining seated.

The implication is that they're only paying attention to you because of Draco.

"I don't want you to bring those out-of-town attitudes to school."

"The intrigue, framing, and distortion of facts are truly despicable."

Dudley's eyes seemed to see through everything, striking straight to the soul, making Lucius's heart tremble.

This was the first time he had made eye contact with Dali, and the first time they had ever faced each other.

Although he had seen him before at Flourish and Blotts, he had just fought with Mr. Weasley then, so he only caught a glimpse of him.

"Schools are places of learning, sacred places, and I don't want them to be polluted."

As he spoke, Dali glanced at the professor's seat.

"If any professor feels insulted, disrespected, or even attacked, he/she is free to speak out."

Dali emphasized the word "being".

"I will give him a chance to prove himself."

Lockhart tried to shrink his neck, staying as close to the other professors as possible, attempting to hide himself and minimize the attention he would receive.

"I should have known better than to talk so much with Lucius."

Lockhart just likes to get attention; he's not really stupid. He knows his own limitations perfectly well.

Go up there to prove yourself? Are you sure you're not just going to get abused?

These Aurors might not be a match for those little guys.

As for your claim that it's illegal...

Dudley slowly pulled out a parchment scroll of the same material as Lucius's.

"I think you should take a look at this."

"There are eleven signatures on the document, which means that the existence of the disciplinary committee is compliant and legal."

Dudley's voice reached everyone's ears with crystal clarity. With each word he spoke, Lucius's expression worsened, especially when he saw the parchment scroll in Dudley's hand signed by eleven board members. His face turned ashen, alternating between pale and green, as if he had undergone a transformation.

His gray eyes were fixed on Dudley.

He knew nothing about this. None of the other eleven board members told him!

Fudge, meanwhile, wiped his sweat and felt relieved; being slow to react had its advantages.

Dudley's "combo" completely overturned Lucius's entire design.

You think it's just child's play? The entire Slytherin is on his side; his approval rating is extremely high.

You say he disrespects the professor? He can confront the professor face-to-face, while you can't get the professor to stand up for him.

You say the disciplinary committee is an illegal organization? Then he'll just throw legal and compliant evidence in your face, and the key point is that you, as one of the school board members, have been excluded.

Even Snape, who was on good terms with Lucius, looked at him with a hint of pity.

That's Lily's successor, and also Snape's successor. Not only did he inherit Lily's potion-making talent, but he also inherited Lily's quirky and prepared personality.

What? Lily isn't like that? That's impossible! Lily is perfect!

Dudley tapped the table lightly, and Slytherin immediately understood. Soon, someone brought over a cup of tea and a small dish of biscuits.

The person serving the tea made Lucius's eyes narrow slightly.

Daphne, the eldest daughter of the Greengrass family.

A girl who believes in pure blood and lineage above all else.

At that moment, she was staring at Dali with an almost fanatical gaze.

Dali took a small sip of black tea, his brows relaxed slightly, and he slowly uttered a single word: "Not bad."

Dumbledore is easy to bully because he follows the rules.

Dali is different. If you break the rules first, then don't blame him for breaking the rules too.

If you try to overturn the table, he'll be more than willing to play along.

Morality is about persuading people with reason.

"Mr. Lucius, I think we should go."

Dumbledore spoke, the anger in his eyes gone: "As the Headmaster of Wizengamor, I can tell you with certainty that if we delay any longer, we'll probably have to wait until tomorrow. They leave work much more punctually than the Hogwarts professors."

Seeing Lucius repeatedly fail, Dumbledore's lips curled into a rare smile, and he even offered a friendly reminder.

As his eyes glanced at Dali, a hint of reminiscence flashed across them.

Capable, charming, and talented. She really resembles that person in their youth.

Most importantly, he has very sound values.

Lucius forced a sound through his nose, his gaze darting back and forth between Dumbledore and Dudley, before finally saying with great reluctance, "Hmph, let's go."

The Aurors exchanged glances, seemingly unsure if they were Malfoy's subordinates.

"Mr. Lucius, I believe I am the Minister of Magic," Fudge's slightly annoyed voice rang out.

Even if Lucius looked down on Fudge, he couldn't show it too obviously. Even if Fudge was incompetent, he had been in this position for twelve years. Lucius was at most just using him.

"Minister Fudge, please take these Aurors back with you. I believe Hogwarts can handle this on its own."

Just as Fudge and the others were about to leave with Dumbledore, Dudley spoke up again.

The tone wasn't one of discussion, but rather of stating a fact, of commanding, with an unquestionable quality.

If it were someone with a stronger personality, they might have been angry, or even clashed with Dudley, but Fudge didn't show any dissatisfaction at all.

Dudley's aura was just too strong.

Aura is a mysterious and elusive thing, yet it seems to exist in a real way; some people seem to be born with it.

It made someone like Fudge, who was naturally a bit weak-willed, do as he said without thinking, and Fudge seemed quite happy about it.

"Professor Dumbledore, I will take care of this before you return, I promise."

Dudley looked intently at Dumbledore and made a promise: "I will not let anyone get hurt again, except, of course, the one who started it all."

Dumbledore should just handle things in Wizengamot; Hogwarts is up to him and the professors.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Do not judge a wizard's abilities by their age.

When he first met that man, he wasn't much older than Dudley is now.

Dumbledore's brow completely relaxed, and Dumbledore blinked. "If you want some candy, you can go to my office. I think you'll find what you're looking for there. If you can, feed the bird for me; it really likes what you make."

Dudley understood Dumbledore's hint.

He told Dudley that he could go to "Fox" or something else if he needed it.

What's in the principal's office?

Fox. slap slap

Sorting cap. *slap slap*

Gryffindor sword. *crack*

Apart from the useless one in the middle, the other two are extremely deadly to the basilisk.

The reason people say I'm just posting too little is because they think I don't update enough. If I update more often, then the issue of "posting too little" won't exist.

I wish you could get my boss, who's always working overtime, under control, so I could finish faster!

(End of this chapter)