Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 296, 294. Why is Harry Potter, a mere nobody, so difficult to deal with?

When Dudley uttered the word "real combat," Moody felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end, as if he were being stared at by some dangerous beast. Instinctively, he pulled out his wand and cast a spell on the spot that gave him the most dangerous feeling.

The spell flew straight towards Dudley

The fluorescent green light was mixed with wisps of black energy; there was no doubt that this was black magic.

The spell was undoubtedly blocked, but not by Dudley. He maintained the same posture the entire time, never even taking out his wand.

It was Harry who made it.

He held the holly wand and pointed the tip at Moody without hesitation, without even asking why.

He didn't know why Moody would suddenly cast a spell on Dudley, but there was no doubt that the one attacking Dudley was an enemy, and the target was very clear.

"Porter."

Moody's throat bobbed slightly, as if he wanted to say something persuasive, but seeing Harry's determined gaze, he fell silent, a rare occurrence for him. He knew that whatever he said would be useless.

He had seen that look before. He had also given the same look, only to the Dark Lord.

"Professor Moody, thank you for giving us our final lesson—practical application."

Dudley spoke slowly, his gaze falling on Moody: "Oh, perhaps I should call you Mr. Barty Crouch Jr., the Death Eater."

When Dudley uttered the name "Barty Crouch Jr.", Moody was terrified. His unease and fear reached their peak, and he even momentarily lost his composure.

How could he possibly know!

How could he have known!

The wand in his hand seemed to be going crazy, tapping Dudley incessantly, and spells flew towards Dudley like raindrops.

He panicked, he panicked!

Any undercover agent will panic when their identity is exposed, even if they are like "that man's" right-hand man.

If he were caught again, he would not have another mother to save him, nor a father to protect him; Mr. Barty Crouch himself would be in grave danger.

The best outcome awaiting him is also a Dementor's kiss.

None of those spells hit Dudley; Harry perfectly intercepted every single one.

This kind of chaotic spellcasting is actually the easiest to deal with; it's one of the daily morning practice exercises the discipline team does.

The loser has to accompany Dudley to complete one-fifth of his daily training. They basically practice like their lives depend on it every time, so spell battles are what the discipline team members are best at.

After a barrage of spells, 'Moody' gradually calmed down. Especially after realizing that the spell had no effect, the wrinkles on his face gathered together, and his face looked as ugly as a snake-skinned monster that had drunk a mixture of Apa tea and Dianming porridge. His left demonic eye scanned around erratically, and his only remaining eye narrowed, releasing a dangerous light.

The spell bombardment just now wasn't entirely random; it was also an attempt to find an opportunity to escape. Of course, if the two couldn't stop him, he wouldn't mind changing his strategy. The main reason was that Dudley was putting too much pressure on him, making this self-proclaimed elite among the Death Eaters think of running away first.

To his surprise, a mere Harry Potter was able to keep up with his spellcasting rhythm time and time again.

Following behind Dudley, Harry, always under Dudley's shadow, may not usually stand out, but if you underestimate him, you'll definitely suffer a great loss.

According to the descriptions in novels or anime, having such an excellent older brother as Dudley would inevitably cause the younger brother to have some complaints, or even resentment that his older brother stole his attention. Then, he would have a fit of chuunibyou and cause some trouble, only to be corrected by the "friendship punch".

However, Harry was different. Before entering Hogwarts, he had already made up his mind that he would be content as long as he could stay by Dudley's side.

Even becoming a nobody next to Dali is fine.

"shattered to pieces"

Moody, refusing to believe in bad luck, unleashed another destructive dark spell, increasing its power in an attempt to cause an explosion and escape. However, Harry, as if anticipating this, preemptively countered with the Shattering Curse.

"Potter, you're using what I taught you against me!"

The spell was blocked before it could be fully released, causing sparks to fly from the tip of Moody's wand. He felt terrible, like someone shoving you open your mouth only to have it shut.

He stared at Harry with resentment, while inwardly regretting why he had taught the Defense Against the Dark Arts class so diligently and even given them extra lessons.

Now the trouble has begun.

"Full Body Binding Spell"

"Armor Protection"

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In a standard offensive and defensive battle, Moody was able to perfectly defend against every attack.

"Why is he so difficult to deal with?" Moody was somewhat annoyed, but helpless; he couldn't get past Harry.

Harry only wanted to be a nobody following Dudley around, but in reality, he was anything but invisible. Not to mention that he had a good reputation in Slytherin and Gryffindor, his strength was by no means weak.

Think back to the spells Harry knows now—the Fiery Flame Charm, the Patronus Charm, Occlumency (see Chapter 250), and Apparition (see Chapter 248). Each of these is an extremely difficult spell. An ordinary wizard would be considered an elite if he knew one or two of them, but he has mastered them all.

He also has four years of make-up classes, achieving grades in Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and now Dark Arts personally taught by Moody, second only to Dudley (and occasionally Hermione), as well as physical strength stronger than most adult wizards and the Bresta potion as his trump card.

Is Harry really that weak?

No, not at all.

Dudley was stronger than the vast majority of wizards; this was a well-known fact at Hogwarts.

So what about Harry, who grew up with him? What about Harry?

Dudley was so dazzling that everyone subconsciously overlooked Harry's growth, as well as the growth of the Discipline Group. Even the professors only noticed that the Discipline Group had good grades and was progressing quickly.

With Harry's current abilities, assuming Dudley doesn't vote for him in the Goblet of Fire, he's more than capable of becoming a champion at Hogwarts.

Unfortunately, not many people know this.

Even now, Moody doesn't take his opponent seriously. The threat to him isn't just Dudley, but also the boy he looks down on deep down, whom he only thinks is lucky—the boy who survived a great calamity.

He hadn't even figured out one thing.

Dudley's "practical lesson" wasn't actually his practical lesson, but rather Harry's.

After blocking another of Moody's dark magic spells, Harry seized the opportunity to raise his hand and cast a spell.

"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"

Blood splattered everywhere.

(End of this chapter)