Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 294, Section 292: Those were Mr. Dursley's spoils of war.

Chapter 294, Section 292: Those were Mr. Dursley's spoils.

"Mr. Bagman, I think that has nothing to do with me, or to be more precise, it's not the Ministry of Magic's concession, but the concession of the Department of Magical Sports."

A hint of disdain flashed across Dudley's face: "The Triwizard Tournament is organized by the Department of Magical Sports, and the ticket revenue also goes into their pockets. I have some friends in the Ministry of Magic, so I'm fairly well-informed and know a lot about some things."

With that, he casually waved his hand, and the spell landed on the Romanian dragon tamers who were lying down.

"Hearing blocked!"

The intention behind this is very clear: they don't want anyone else to hear what they're about to say.

"One more thing, Mr. Bagman, you used my name to conduct betting projects, and you made a lot of Galleons from the first game alone, didn't you? I haven't investigated your responsibility for this matter yet."

Bagman was running a betting operation behind the scenes, using the name of the four warriors. Anyone who bet on Harry to win, Fleur to win, or even Viktor to win, or on a draw, lost all bets on the first match today.

The only way to make money is by betting on Dali Victory, but the odds are very low, so hardly anyone buys it.

Bagman really hit the jackpot this time, which is why he was so excited when the results were announced.

No wizard would refuse a glittering Galon.

"Mr. Bagman, I can take you to Wizengamo anytime I want. Believe me, I'm quite familiar with them."

Bagman broke out in a cold sweat. He hadn't expected that all his actions had been seen through. If this got out and it reached Wisengam, he would definitely be sent to Azkaban. So he immediately changed to a pleading tone and said, "No, you can't."

"That depends on how you cooperate, Mr. Bagman. By the way, do you still believe those four fire dragons belong to someone else?"

"No, that originally belonged to you, Mr. Dursley."

Bagman's change of attitude was astonishingly rapid.

"What about the Romanian wizards?"

"Leave it to me."

Dudley wasn't surprised by this; compared to a few dragons, it was clearly more important that he didn't have to go to Azkaban.

It's unclear what price Bagman ultimately paid, but he handled it quite well; after that, those Romanian dragon tamers never bothered Dudley again.

The four fire dragons were taken into Dali's possession.

Of course, in the end, he was placed in the Forbidden Forest, along with Charizard, My Little Pony, and the others.

Five adult fire dragons, one adult unicorn, and a fully ripened thousand-year-old basilisk—this combination could form an army of magical creatures.

Once Dali's Magical Creature Taming skill is upgraded to another level, he will be able to tame top-tier creatures like dragons and basilisks. At that point, magical creatures alone will be enough to give the Death Eaters a run for their money.

The legendary Mother of Dragons, who ruled seven kingdoms, protected the entire realm, was Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Shacklebreaker, the Queen of Meereen, the Princess of Dragonstone, the Unburnt, Misa, and the Silver-haired Queen, only had three dragons, while I had a full five.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The Triwizard Tournament was just a minor episode in his Hogwarts career. The first match didn't bring about any real change, except that everyone looked at Dudley with more reverence.

The other warriors, meanwhile, were quite troubled, each holding a golden egg and trying to unravel the mystery inside. Although Dudley was the one who won the golden egg, it was eventually distributed among the other warriors, as it held a key clue for the second match.

When the golden egg is opened, it emits a terrifying scream that makes your scalp crawl; you can't even tell what kind of sound it is, let alone find the answer.

This only applies to ordinary wizards, of course.

Dudley, who possesses the language of magical creatures, heard something completely different from others when he opened the golden egg; he heard a beautiful and melodious mermaid song.

"Weasley! Can't you concentrate for a second?"

During the Transfiguration class, Ron was scolded mercilessly by Professor McGonagall for daydreaming.

"Professor, could you please stop staring at me like that?"

Ron said somewhat dejectedly, "Honestly, this is the first time I've been distracted today, and I got caught in just that one moment."

"You know I'm watching you, so why can't you pay attention in class?" Professor McGonagall glared at Ron. "I'll stop watching you the moment you can do what Mr. Dursley did with the Transfiguration spell in the first game."

Dudley's performance in the first match made Professor McGonagall both happy and frustrated. She was happy because Dudley was her student, but frustrated because the Transfiguration Charm, Gryffindor's signature spell, had been outshone by Slytherin.

Gryffindor only has a handful of outstanding Transfiguration Charms, so they all have to be kept a close eye on them. Besides Ron, Harry and Hermione have been watched by Professor McGonagall quite a bit, but they both pay attention in class.

As for Neville, it can only be said that his talent does not lie in the Transfiguration Charm.

After the Transfiguration spell ended, a depressed Ron went to the restaurant. Looking at the chicken leg covered in jam and honey on the table, he really had no appetite.

That's absolutely terrible.

Ron lay on the dining table, feeling depressed.

But what frustrated him even more was that his mother, Mrs. Weasley, sent him a package.

Inside was a 'skirt'.

Without a second thought, Ron lifted his 'skirt' and walked over to where his sister Ginny was.

"I think Mom must have sent it to the wrong person. This is for you."

"I don't want it, it's too ugly."

Ginny gave it a look of utter disdain, her face clearly showing her rejection.

"Mrs. Weasley probably didn't send it to the wrong person," Neville said, his gaze fixed on the 'dress' in Ron's hand. "It really is for you; I saw it in my old closet."

Unfortunately, Neville was interrupted by Ron before he could finish speaking.

"So why did my mom send me a dress? And such a worn-out one at that."

Ron was full of questions, and as he spoke, he shook the 'skirt' in his hand. The dark red and brownish-yellow colors looked so... strange.

Does Mom want him to wear women's clothes?

Is it that exciting?

"That's not a dress, but a formal gown. Although it's an early medieval style. People at that time liked this style."

Hermione educated Ron, who was uneducated.

"In other words, the 'dress' you're holding is probably older than all of us here combined."

Ron looked at the antique in his hand and fell into deep thought.

He really wanted to ask if anyone was willing to buy it, so he could sell it at a low price.

"So, what are you going to do with this thing?"

Soon, someone gave him the answer.