Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 252, Question 250: I was clearly first.

Once inside the room, Dali made no attempt to be polite and found a seat to sit down.

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The sturdy solid wood tables and chairs emitted "groans" and deformed slightly at a visible speed.

Normally, Lucius would have been heartbroken, but now he ignored the chair and stared intently at Dudley, not even blinking, afraid of missing any of Dudley's subtle expressions.

"What do you mean?"

"I think you yourself know this better than I do."

Dudley shrugged, shifted into a more comfortable position, and looked at Lucius with amusement: "That guy isn't dead."

Lucius felt a jolt in his heart, but said aloud.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Dali whispered the name.

Lucius's face paled, but he still insisted, "He's dead."

Voldemort's death would be the best ending.

This was the shared idea of ​​the former Death Eaters, led by Lucius, who immediately switched sides after Voldemort's downfall.

Even if this was their former boss, no one likes a traitor.

"You really think so?" Dudley looked at Lucius with a mocking expression. "Don't fool yourself, Mr. Lucius."

"He summoned his most faithful and trustworthy believer. He found him. He will be back soon."

"Maybe in a year, maybe right away."

"Mr. Lucius, your failure to be summoned means that he no longer trusts you."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Lucius vehemently denied it, but the oddity of the mark on his left arm forced him to believe it.

This is real

The thought of the consequences of not being trusted by that person completely panicked Lucius, who looked at Dudley with trepidation.

"Even if it were true, how could you possibly know these things? Could it be that you..."

Was he also a Death Eater?

Before he could even finish speaking, Dudley interrupted him with a sneer: "Use your ass to think about it, and you'll know that's impossible."

"He and I are mortal enemies, that's for sure."

If Dudley were a Death Eater, Harry wouldn't even have ashes left.

Lucius was also startled by the sudden news, but after calming down and thinking about it, he realized that it was impossible.

If that's not the case, then it can only mean that the Dark Lord has people around him.

Does this mean that Potter, who defeated the Dark Lord, was truly a powerful dark wizard? Or perhaps Dursley?

"Mr. Lucius, I have something to show you."

Ignoring Lucius's wild thoughts, he took out a bucket filled with an unknown black liquid, which emitted a foul and pungent odor.

"Do you know what this is?"

Dudley pointed to the bucket, and Lucius leaned closer to take a look, almost fainting from the stench.

"Looks like you don't recognize me either."

"This is the diary you put in Ginny's bucket back then. Do you know what it is?"

Lucius frowned. It was just a special dark magic item.

Do you know what Horcruxes are?

Dudley didn't tell him directly but asked him again.

Horcrux?

Lucius shook his head. Although he was a dark wizard, his knowledge was not particularly extensive.

He was more interested in money and power than in studying magic.

"Through an evil ritual, you split a part of your soul and place it into an object. Do you know what that means?"

"This means that as long as the Horcrux remains intact, even if the body is destroyed, the person will not die and will be reborn after a period of time."

Lucius's gray eyes widened as Dudley narrated.

It was covered in expressions of terror.

He seemed to already know why the man hadn't died.

And he

"Yes, you guessed right. Your mistake destroyed his Horcrux. Do you think he'll forgive you?"

At that moment, Lucius felt utterly dejected, his face turned as pale as a sheet of paper, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground.

If it were just about switching sides after Voldemort's downfall, Lucius was confident he could use his eloquence to pay a certain price and get away with it. But what if he touched the key to that person's resurrection?

As one of Voldemort's earliest supporters, he was very clear about the man's ways.

Actually, Lucius's reaction is quite good. A school principal was so scared when he heard the news that the man had returned that he wet his pants.

No one is unafraid of a madman, especially a madman who enjoys killing.

"Even if he doesn't give you an Avada Kedavra, guess how he'll treat you and your family who aren't trusted."

"You, your wife, and Draco will all bear his mark, and the Malfoy family will never be able to rise again."

Lucius may not have been a good man or a good wizard, but he was at least a good husband and a good father.

"You have to help him! You absolutely must help him!"

Lucius grabbed Dudley's trouser leg and pleaded.

"Even if you didn't tell me, I would still do it. Draco is my friend."

The next day, Lucius hurriedly left the manor with his wife, saying that there were some business matters to be dealt with in the Malfoy family, and that Draco would be in charge of the Malfoy manor.

"Brother D, I had a strange dream last night."

Harry woke up that day, yawning as he walked out of his room, rubbing the scar on his forehead.

A thought struck Dudley, and he asked, "What did you dream about?"

Harry recalled for a moment, his expression not so pleasant: "A giant boa constrictor, Peter Pettigrew, and a goblin with Voldemort's face."

"It's all wrinkled and doesn't even have a nose, it's so ugly."

Harry looked disgusted, as if he had thought of something nauseating, and he didn't even have much of an appetite for the boiled eggs for breakfast.

Dudley nodded to indicate that he understood, and then spoke to the others at the table.

"Starting today, we're going to learn a very useful magical skill—"

"Brain Occupation".

"Please try to finish this during the holiday."

It was yet another advanced magical technique, and everyone was eager to try it out.

My time at Malfoy Manor was quite comfortable; the food, accommodations, and entertainment were all excellent.

This stay lasted for nearly a month.

During this period, whether it was because Harry and Neville were going through puberty or because the food at Malfoy Manor was exceptionally good, their height and weight increased rapidly. Although their physique was still insignificant compared to Dudley, their muscles were beginning to take shape, showing a tendency to resemble Dudley's.

Incidentally, even Ron's height has increased dramatically, while Draco remains the same, no matter how much he eats, he doesn't grow any taller.

Draco has repeatedly expressed his dissatisfaction with his physique.

"I was the one who did it first!" That cry, full of grievance, evoked sympathy in all who heard it.

But height isn't something you can just increase at will.

"Brother D, please help me."

Draco looked at Dudley pitifully, like a little abandoned wife, which made Hermione's eyelids twitch.

From then on, Draco would drink a potion three times more bitter than bitter herbs every night before bed.

(End of this chapter)