Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 208, Section 206: Dursley's inflexibility and excessive pursuit of justice.

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended successfully, and the young wizards walked out of the classroom with excited faces.

They gathered in twos and threes, chatting about what they had learned in class that day.

The first truly practical lesson proved to be very rewarding for the young wizards.

Although Professor Lupin had an accident in class, it was because of Dudley that it happened. The young wizards all agreed that Mr. Dursley could not be judged by common sense.

The course went relatively smoothly overall, far superior to the likes of Lockhart and Quirrell. As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison, and it naturally won the support of many young wizards.

Everyone was looking forward to the second Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

When Harry and the others returned to the Gryffindor common room, they found the hallway outside the door packed with people.

"What happened here?"

Harry patted the tall upperclassman in front of him and asked curiously.

The senior student, who was initially annoyed at being patted on the shoulder, immediately switched to a friendly tone after seeing that it was Harry and explained, "The Gryffindor common room was attacked, the portrait of the Fat Lady was severely damaged, and there are small pieces of canvas scattered all over the floor."

The Fat Lady is a portrait guarding the door to the Gryffindor common room. Unlike the Ravenclaw bronze rings, which allow entry simply by answering the questions correctly, the Fat Lady has a certain degree of autonomy.

"Do you know who did it?" Harry asked next.

The senior student replied with deep emotion, "Who else could it be but that criminal Sirius Black? Only he would do something so cruel. Poor Lady Fat, I think she won't be able to guard the gates of Gryffindor for quite some time."

At this moment, Dumbledore rushed over after receiving the report from the professors.

After learning a little about what had happened, Dumbledore began to assign tasks.

He instructed the professors to organize the students to rest in the Great Hall, as a dangerous individual was roaming Hogwarts, which was a very dangerous situation for the young wizards.

Countless young wizards, led by their professors, arrived at the Great Hall and began to make their beds on the floor. Every three hours, a professor would patrol the hall.

Dumbledore pushed open the door to the headmaster's office, looking somewhat weary.

Even though he holds the title of the strongest white wizard of this century, he is already over 110 years old.

Even though wizards generally live longer than ordinary people, being over 110 years old is definitely not considered a young adult. Moreover, the last Philosopher's Stone that could extend lifespan had completely disappeared into the annals of history with the death of Nicolas Flamel.

Someone had been waiting in the headmaster's office for a long time. It was Dudley, who was teasing Fawkes with a bean-like food. He greeted Dumbledore when he returned.

"Is everything arranged?"

"Minerva and Severus will be in charge of patrolling for the first half of the night, and Felius and Pomona for the second half."

Dumbledore sat down in his seat, took out a piece of licorice candy, and first asked Dudley if he wanted some. After receiving a clear no, he put the licorice candy in his mouth and tasted it.

He only feels happy when he eats sweets.

Dali glanced at the licorice candy, which contains star anise oil in addition to white sugar and glucose.

It tastes strangely like toilet cleaner.

Only a wizard with such unique tastes as Dumbledore would like it.

"Professor, this is the third time."

"Do you remember your promise?" Dali emphasized.

Dumbledore certainly remembered.

Hogwarts is the safest place.

That's what he said.

They were proven wrong once again.

"I remember, of course I remember."

To be honest, Dumbledore was somewhat frustrated.

In the first year, Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort, which was somewhat understandable, as Dumbledore knew beforehand. The second year, aside from the arrival of Voldemort's Horcruxes, a highly dangerous basilisk appeared, which was unexpected. Finally, in the third year, Voldemort was relatively quiet, but the castle was teeming with Dementors, and a highly dangerous wanted criminal infiltrated the castle.

There are surprises every year, and it never fails to bring joy.

Even Knockout Alley, a gathering place for dark wizards, is not this dangerous.

At least you won't die there; the things that appear at Hogwarts every year could easily kill an adult wizard.

"Professor, do you need my help this time?" Dudley watched Dumbledore eat candy and felt a little hungry himself, but he did not accept any candy from Dumbledore. Instead, he took out some biscuits from his pocket and chewed them.

Those were thumb biscuits that Dali had Hagrid make using the rock-skin biscuit method. The sound really did resemble eating fingers, crunch, crunch.

I originally wanted Hagrid to add some cherry juice to it, which would make it more like eating fingers, but it's not cherry season right now, so I had to give up on that idea.

"He vandalized the Gryffindor common room, which falls under the jurisdiction of the disciplinary committee."

Dumbledore had already finished his licorice, and Dudley offered him a finger biscuit, which Dumbledore also refused.

He doesn't have the teeth of a road roller like Dudley.

He pulled out another bottle from somewhere, and inside the bottle was a dense mass of black beetle-like creatures crawling towards the opening. It was a swarm of cockroaches. The candy was terrifying in appearance and even more terrifying in taste, but supposedly it tasted pretty good.

Dumbledore casually pulled one out, put it in his mouth and chewed it. Watching the tentacles of the cockroach candy twitch at the corner of Dumbledore's mouth, the image of the cockroach bursting in his mouth kept flashing through his mind. Even Dudley couldn't help but twitch his eyelids and silently put down the thumb biscuit.

That's too extreme.

When it comes to disgusting people, I, Daryl Desley, would call you the strongest.

As Mei Mei ate a cockroach candy, Dumbledore's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and he said to Dudley earnestly, "Dudley, you're only a third-year student. Sirius is too dangerous."

To be fair, Dumbledore himself didn't quite believe that Sirius Black was responsible for what happened back then.

Although he is unconventional, he will not betray his friends.

Dumbledore felt there must be some secret hidden in this, and he actually preferred Harry to handle the matter rather than Dudley.

Although Dudley is good at heart and I admire him very much, he is inflexible in his actions, too demanding of justice, too extreme, too direct, and too violent.

A disciplinary team was established to uphold the principle of fairness and combat all forms of bullying on campus.

Many young wizards were either expelled or crippled (Audrina was sent to St. Mungo's, and her two roommates who bullied her also dropped out).

He instantly killed the giant that threatened the young wizards' lives, slew the remnant soul of Voldemort that was threatening Hogwarts (which Dumbledore originally intended to release), destroyed Voldemort's Horcruxes that were disrupting the order of Hogwarts, and killed the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets that was causing panic among the people of Hogwarts.

Let him handle this matter.

Dumbledore didn't think Dudley would show any mercy to Sirius.

(End of this chapter)