Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 279, Section 277: That's Poison

"Weasley!" Snape suddenly shouted.

Ron, who was staring at the Daly crucible and swallowing hard, was startled.

Snape walked up to Ron and took out a pill.

"Eat this."

"Okay, Professor."

Ron knew he had just offended Snape and absolutely could not argue with him now, so he obediently took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

After finishing, I smacked my lips and felt a bitter almond taste in my mouth; it wasn't particularly delicious.

The thought of the word "delicious" made his eyes involuntarily drift towards the pot of soup. He wished he could have a bowl.

Not much, just one bowl is enough.

Saliva is constantly being secreted in the mouth.

What should I do? I really want to eat it!

Then I asked Brother D to cook me a bowl of food separately.

"What is this, Professor?"

It took Ron quite a while before he thought to ask Snape.

"poison."

Snape spoke calmly, explaining the pill in a very brief and direct manner.

Ron: "???"

"Since Dursley says he made the antidote, and he's off to the warriors' meeting, then you can do it in his place."

"Aren't you your comrades?"

Ron tried to vomit, but the pill melted in his mouth and had already flowed down his esophagus.

Snape handed Ron the soup that Dudley had given him.

"Of course, if the Dursleys fail, then we can only collect Mr. Weasley's body. Don't worry, we will put your ashes in a box and bury them in the back garden of Hogwarts. I think that way everyone will remember him."

At that moment, Ron's face was green, and he was in a terrible mood. Snape's face returned to normal from black, and his brows relaxed, indicating that he was in a much better mood.

Do you think you're Dursley? Daring to sleep in my Snape class.

This is just a minor punishment.

Well, we can't lose face as the Potions Professor.

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Dudley and Harry followed the young wizard into a room. Besides Viktor and Fleur, who were participating in the competition, there were several other people in the room. Standing next to Bagman was a heavily made-up witch in a magenta robe—Rita Skeeter.

A star reporter for the Daily Prophet.

"Warriors, please wait here for a moment. Dumbledore is waiting for the other referees to conduct the wand testing ceremony. Before that, you can have an interview with Ms. Skeeter, who is preparing to write a big news story for the Triwizard Tournament," Bagman said.

Upon hearing this, Hibiscus asked in confusion, "Wand detection?"

"Yes, before the competition officially begins, we must check that your wands are fully functional and in good working order. These are important tools for you to pass the level."

"Alright everyone, I'm going upstairs now. I hope you have a pleasant chat with Ms. Skeeter."

After giving a brief explanation, Bagman hurried upstairs, seemingly unwilling to stay there for even a minute longer.

"I never expected that our first meeting would be here, Mr. Dursley."

Rita Skeeter completely ignored the other heroes, her gaze fixed on Dudley, her expression a half-smile.

She had been trying to get an exclusive interview with him, but Dali refused without hesitation.

As for the reason, Dudley disliked the Daily Prophet, it's that simple.

His conflict with the Daily Prophet can be traced back to his initial submissions. At that time, the Daily Prophet's publishing house explicitly rejected Dudley's submissions and belittled his work as worthless.

"Can I speak with you privately? Let's do an exclusive interview in the small room next door. Of course, I'd also like to do an exclusive interview with the most legendary Mr. Potter." Rita Skeeter pointed to the small room next door, trying her best to smile and be as polite as possible. However, the thick foundation on her face made her smile look very strange.

"There's no need for that. What can't be said publicly? This is fine right here," Dali said calmly, without making a move to get up. "Besides, I don't need any interviews, not at all."

Seeing Dudley's lack of respect, Rita Skeeter wanted to forcibly drag him away, but she had to give up when she thought about the huge difference in size between them.

"Alright then."

Rita Skeeter, clearly unwilling to give up, pulled out a stenographer and a notebook and began the interview.

"Ms. Skeeter," Dudley suddenly spoke up before they could exchange more than a few words: "I don't want anything I didn't say to appear in tomorrow's Daily Prophet, or any unfounded speculation about me in any form or manner. Is that alright?"

Without hesitation, Rita Skeeter nodded and replied, "The Daily Prophet is always factual."

"Really?" Dudley asked. "Are you sure?"

"certainly."

Suddenly, Dudley stood up and, before Rita Skeeter could react, snatched the stenographer and manuscript from her side: "So what are you recording with your stenographer?"

"I haven't said anything yet, so why is there a five-page draft?"

With just a glance, Dali's face immediately darkened.

"The Distorted Love Triangle of Dursley, Potter, and Granger," and "Scarface, Past and Present Lives."

He knew that this woman was making fun of him.

"Give it back to me!"

Rita Skeeter tried to steal the manuscript, but unfortunately, Daddy wouldn't let her have her way.

"I believe that as the interviewee, I have the right to know."

Dudley tore the manuscript to shreds in a couple of swift movements.

"Ms. Rita Skeeter, I solemnly warn you that, based on your dishonesty, I will not accept any form of interview with the Daily Prophet if I see even the slightest bit of false information about me in the Daily Prophet."

"I would love to see you in the Wissengamo courtroom."

"Harry, I think we should go up now."

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Rita Skeeter, casually tossing the fragments aside. Countless scraps of paper spontaneously combusted and vanished without a trace with a gentle breeze.

Dudley had no interest in playing the "bug-catching" game of threatening others. The notes he had just taken had already angered him, and if the other party dared to push their luck any further...

Then don't blame him for not warning you.

He's not Dumbledore; he doesn't have such a good temper, and besides, the other party has also affected two important people in his life—his brother and... well, you know.

Rita Skeeter's face was ashen; this was the first time in her career she had been treated this way. Her bulging eyes stared venomously at Dudley's departing figure.

So what if the article was torn up? She can rewrite it. She vows to make the other party pay for their actions today. Who is she? She is Rita Skeeter, a righteous female journalist who is "unafraid of power" and "dares to speak out." What is there to worry about in the face of a mere underage wizard's threat?

Even the Minister of Magic, Fudge, had to show him deference.

She had already figured out how to get revenge.

Clearly, the Daily Prophet's first comment did not take Dudley's words seriously.

(End of this chapter)