Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 201, 199. Ugh, Ron, your quirks are really strange.

Before Peter could finish reciting the spell, he saw a dazzling white light.

He reflexively closed his eyes, then his abdomen was struck violently, and a wave of excruciating pain washed over him. Before he could even clutch his stomach, he was slapped hard across the face.

"What?"

"Snapped!"

"What have you forgotten?"

"Snapped!"

"What is forgotten?"

"Snapped!"

Several slaps left Peter dizzy and disoriented, his cheeks bulging up like a pig's head.

Then Peter felt his limbs tighten, and his whole body was bound by countless vines.

"I hate it when people point a magic wand at me."

Dudley remained seated, but now held a wand—Ron's wand.

He never left the stool; the punch and slaps he delivered to Peter were all summoned by alchemy.

If it were him, Peter would probably be left with nothing but a rat skin.

What was that quote from Xun Ge'er again?

"One punch from me and you might die."

"Don't let someone steal it from you next time."

Dudley tossed his wand to Ron, then looked at him with a strange expression.

"Seriously, Ron, your tastes are really weird."

With a hint of disdain, she said, "You actually like to sleep with an old man. But it's best not to let too many people know about this, I'm worried it will affect the prestige of the discipline team."

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Ron's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, and his freckles became even more noticeable.

She slept with an old and ugly man in her arms for several years in a row!

God.

At that moment, Ron felt like he was going to throw up.

Especially since they just said so many mushy things.

The more affectionate I was just now, the more disgusted I feel now.

Fortunately, no one else knew about this except Dudley, otherwise he would probably have been killed on the spot.

"Ron, help me, I'm your baby Scabbers, remember? We slept together."

"You just kissed me!"

Peter, who was lying on the ground, cried out at just the right moment.

Ron was so angry that his face turned green, and he wanted nothing more than to go up and kick him a few times.

"Brother D, please stop talking."

Ron was so excited he almost knelt down before Dudley. If word got out, he wouldn't be able to find a girlfriend, let alone a boyfriend.

No, that's not the point.

The key point is that Tai She died.

"From now on, if you tell me to go east, I will never go west. I will do anything you ask me to do."

"What about those spots?" Dali asked.

Ron replied righteously, "What spots? I don't know."

Dudley pulled out the same Niffler he used to have.

"No, from now on he's yours, Banban."

Ron, holding Scabbers, hurriedly left the Room of Requirement, leaving only Dudley and the bound Peter behind.

"I think we can talk, Mr. Peter Pettigrew. Oh, or perhaps I should call you Mr. Wormtail, Uncle James's best friend."

With each word Dudley spoke, Peter's face grew paler, until by the end, his face was deathly pale.

He thought that if he didn't say anything, no one would know, but he didn't expect that Dali knew everything.

He could even describe the details, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"There are no secrets in the magical world. There are no secrets before my eyes."

Looking into Dudley's deep blue eyes, Peter felt as if his entire being was being seen through.

"Don't worry, I won't send you to Azkaban."

That would be too easy on you, and you could escape from prison in just a few years.

"I won't kill you either."

There will be no immediate vengeance; only the parties involved have the right to seek revenge.

He would leave Peter to him, but before that, he would squeeze every last drop of value out of Peter.

"By the way, dear Mr. Wormtail, as a former Death Eater, you should know the three Unforgivable Curses, right?"

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Dudley stood on the top floor of Hogwarts Tower, gazing at the unobstructed sky and feeling the gentle breeze on his face. A Divination class was in session in the adjacent classroom on the top floor. Dudley, having only chosen two elective courses, was currently free and decided to wait for Hermione to finish her get out of class so they could go to their later Magical Creatures Protection class together.

"Clang."

The door was pushed open forcefully, and Hermione stormed out.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Dali and grabbed him, pulling him downstairs.

"I've never had such a terrible class," Hermione complained as she walked away.

Perhaps she was too excited, because she didn't even notice that she was holding Dali's hand.

Feeling the soft touch in her palm, Dali didn't say anything, but just silently followed her.

Dudley hadn't seen Hermione like this in a long time, because most of the time she was very respectful to the professor.

Divination is too mysterious, it's just so-called inspiration or intuition, and it's definitely not compatible with Hermione's personality at all.

She's better at things that are logical.

"She actually tried to see the future through tea leaves. It's absurd, ridiculous, and completely illogical. You can't see anything but a bunch of crumbs. She even intimidated other students. Several Hufflepuff students were fooled by her. I don't know why someone like that was allowed to become a professor. She's just like Lockhart last year."

"Oh, and she also predicted that Harry would encounter misfortune."

Hermione was still very agitated.

"Perhaps it's because of Cassandra Trelawney's lineage," Dudley said.

Cassandra Trelawney is a renowned prophet in the wizarding world.

"That's why I've never believed in prophecies; that's too superstitious."

"For example, something like a twitching right eye signifying misfortune."

This was the first time Hermione had heard of the saying "right eye twitching brings misfortune," so she asked, "Right eye twitching brings misfortune? What about the left eye?"

"The left eye is definitely the one that twitches with good fortune."

Dudley said in a very serious tone.

Hermione:

Dudley's understanding of prophecy is that it is "true if you believe, and false if you don't." When you believe that a prophecy is true, you are already living within it.

If prophecies could truly predict the future with 100% accuracy, then someone with prophetic abilities wouldn't have 'voluntarily' been imprisoned in a tower.

Dudley and Hermione descended the tower and headed towards the outside of Hogwarts Castle, where the Magical Creatures Protection Class was located.

At first, everything was fine, until Hermione noticed that more and more young wizards were looking at them strangely, and then she realized that she had unknowingly taken Dudley's hand.

He instinctively tried to pull away, but failed, and was held tightly by Dudley.

You've already taken my hand, and you still want to leave?

Hermione's strength was nothing compared to Dudley's, and besides, she didn't really want to.

She could only lower her head shyly and let Dali lead her toward the woods.

After waiting there for quite a while, the young wizards finally arrived one after another.

Most of the young wizards were curious about what kind of lesson it would be, while a small number noticed Dudley and Hermione's subtle actions and then wisely kept quiet.

Nobody wanted to mess with Dudley.

The first lesson in the Magical Creatures Conservation class is about learning about the hippogriff.

This is a 3X-level magical creature.

Hagrid acquired a total of twelve.

Incidentally, the hippogriff is also a hybrid mythical creature. Its father is a griffin, while its mother is simply a horse.

Dudley had reason to suspect that there was a griffin in the Forbidden Forest, and that these hippogriffs were its offspring.

Yes, it must have been Hagrid who made them breed again.

(End of this chapter)