Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 2.2. Mage Training System

"Gulp."

Upon hearing that name, the group swallowed hard, their throats bobbing.

That name was a taboo subject that was absolutely forbidden at St. George's Elementary School.

The three of them felt a chill run down their spines and shivered in unison.

"I think I heard someone talking about me?"

A very soft voice rang out, but to the four of them it sounded like a thunderclap.

A hand appeared at the corner of the wall, and a huge shadow, seemingly emitting white smoke, gradually emerged, blocking the sunlight from the three people's heads.

The three who had been so arrogant in front of Harry just moments before suddenly felt their throats go dry.

How should I describe the other person?

Their arms alone were thicker than their thighs.

Judging by his physique alone, he is undoubtedly a strong man, but his tender face reveals that he is still a child. His robust physique often gives people the illusion of facing a burly man.

If I had to describe it, it would be that the art style is completely different from theirs.

Just standing there gives you a suffocating sense of oppression.

Harvey swallowed hard. He didn't recognize the other person, but the distinctive physique made him realize who he was.

The other party then revealed a very "kind" smile.

However, this simple smile instilled a deep-seated fear in the three of them.

Dudley Dursley, a boy whose very name could stop a baby from crying at night.

"What are you going to do to my dear cousin?"

The gaze swept over the three of them, giving them the illusion that they were being targeted by a natural enemy, or perhaps it wasn't just an illusion.

"No. Nothing at all, sir."

The three of them spoke in unison, even using honorifics.

"That's good. I don't like violence and trouble."

Dali smiled and nodded, then gave the group what he considered a refined smile.

The three of them were once again filled with trepidation.

He walked up to Harry, put the black-rimmed glasses back on his face, and his expression darkened when he saw the slightly red five-finger mark on Harry's face.

Slap yourself.

Dudley turned his head and said to the three of them expressionlessly.

"Push harder, I don't want to say it a second time."

The suffocating sense of oppression rushed towards them, and the three of them felt as if their hearts were being squeezed tightly by the other.

They were facing a wild beast rather than a human being.

At least that's what Harvey and the other two thought.

pop, pop, pop

The crisp sound of someone slapping themselves rang out.

No one could question Dudley's decision, and no one could bargain with Dudley.

Whatever the request, it's best to do as he says.

After a few slaps, his face immediately swelled up.

You can tell he was really hitting hard.

They dared not be perfunctory, much less stop.

Only after the three men's faces were swollen like pig's heads did Dudley ask Harry, "Satisfied, Harry?"

"Satisfied!" Harry nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Dali nodded in satisfaction and gestured with his lip: "That's fine."

Only after hearing Dali's words did the three of them dare to stop.

Dudley disliked using violence unless absolutely necessary, and he insisted that he was an easygoing person.

You see, they're the ones slapping themselves in the face; it has nothing to do with me, Dudley Dursley.

He took the baguette from Harry and was about to eat it when he noticed the teeth marks at the end and frowned again: "Who touched my lunch?"

A simple question was enough to make the three of them tremble like leaves, especially the short, fat man who was almost crying.

Guess why Dudley calls himself a food protector?

Jim mustered his courage and said, "Let me explain, there's been some misunderstanding."

"I don't want to know what the misunderstanding is."

Dudley flashed a bright white smile: "I just want to know, when are you going to pay back the four pounds you owe my brother?"

They seem to know nothing, but actually they understand everything.

These people simply wanted to "borrow" some money from Harry to spend, which is not unusual at St. George's Elementary School, or rather, quite common in most elementary schools.

Bullying and thuggery exist in every school.

As he himself said, he "doesn't like trouble."

Since you want to "borrow," then I'll "lend" it to you. Whether I give it or not is my business, and whether you return it is their business.

Harry's glasses needed to be replaced.

The inexplicable words startled all three of them, but Jim reacted the fastest.

"We will return it to you in a week, sir."

"Here you go! Even if you have to steal or rob, you have to get it."

depression to luck.

"Three days later," Dudley said with a look of disgust, tearing off the part of his baguette that was smeared with someone else's saliva. "And compensation for my bread. And..."

Dudley then examined Harry's face again: "One pound and five pence for a slap, so you owe us brothers a total of nine pounds and fifteen pence. Thank you."

At 9 pounds 15 pence, that's about 3 pounds 5 pence per person on average for three people.

For a poor student, this would mean a considerable sum of money.

Upon hearing this, the short, fat man moved his lips as if about to say something, but then he saw Dali, with a gloomy expression, put the baguette that was almost breaking his teeth into his mouth and chew it, making a crunching sound, as if he were eating something crunchy. In that instant, the short, fat man thought of his own fingers and some explicit, bloody scenes, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

As for the three of them teaming up to beat him up?

Do not make jokes.

Look at those streamlined muscles, rising and falling like small hills.

Can three rabbits together defeat a brown bear?

It wasn't that no one wanted to teach Dudley a lesson; they even contacted thugs from the neighboring high school, and the result was that they all ended up in the hospital.

"Dali was not only completely unharmed, but he even received a commendation from the school."

"Acts of bravery and righteousness."

"To hell with all this talk of heroism!"

Looking at Dali's broad, thick arms and strong limbs, the three of them unconsciously swallowed again. Arms can't beat thighs.

I heard that Dali won the Southeast Junior Heavyweight Inter-School Boxing Championship in the third grade.

What does this mean?

This competition is usually only open to middle school students, but Dali not only participated but also won the championship.

Even if the three of them were tied together, they wouldn't be enough to withstand one punch from the other side.

With big, hearty chews, the baguette was quickly devoured. He then handed the piece he had just torn off to the short, chubby boy: "Don't waste food, eat this."

The short, chubby boy dared not resist. With tears in his eyes, he took the tooth and put it in his mouth. Then, he bit down hard, and with a "crack," a tooth fell out.

His face was covered in tears and his mouth was full of blood. Combined with his swollen, pig-like head, he looked terrible.

"Is it eating stones? It must be," Jim and Harvey thought to themselves, gaining a new understanding of Dudley's terror.

At this moment, Dali paused slightly, his furrowed brows relaxed, and a slightly naive smile appeared on his face.

However, in the eyes of the trio, this smile had nothing to do with honesty; it was definitely the smile of a devil.

"Is he coming up with another idea?"

"I really can't come up with any pounds! Not a single one left."

"Mom, I'll never do it again."

They didn't even dare to raise any questions; they could only pray silently in their hearts.

Dudley, of course, wouldn't be so bored as to continue extorting a few poor students. He heard a notification sound in his ear.

"Rescue the young savior Harry Potter and receive one chance to win a prize based on physical attributes."

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(End of this chapter)