Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 301, page 299: You're mine, Dursley's!

It's simply too wonderful!

It's hard to imagine that someone as robust as Dali could move so nimbly, so smoothly, so gracefully.

Yes, beautiful.

Can you imagine a muscular man as big as a small mountain fluttering like a beautiful butterfly, swaying like a graceful willow branch? Yet, strangely enough, it's pleasing to the eye and doesn't feel out of place at all.

Spinning, leaping, eyes closed—one moment gentle and tender, the next bursting with energy—Dali's graceful movements, accompanied by his agile steps, combined with Hermione's presence, created a unique visual feast for everyone.

If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be art!

When the music ended, only the two of them remained in the arena. The three warriors who had been dancing had stopped and were now quietly watching Dudley and Hermione's duet, just like the other young wizards.

"Clap clap clap!"

Wickdor, also a warrior, led the applause, not minding at all that Dudley had stolen his thunder; he genuinely admired Dudley.

Look, his physique is stronger than those Quidditch players, and he's an outstanding person. Not only did he invent the Wizard Cards, but he's also a first-rate wizard. Now, he's even an amazing dancer.

Of course, her eye for talent is also top-notch, and her standards for finding dance partners are equally excellent.

With him taking the lead, the other young wizards seemed to wake up from a dream and started clapping along.

Viktor's students' behavior shouldn't be taken as a matter for the school. Karkaroff's expression wasn't so pleasant when he saw his students leading the applause for their rival, letting him steal the spotlight. His face darkened once again, as if he hadn't had a single day without a gloomy expression since arriving at Hogwarts.

The other warrior, Miss Fleur, was not as magnanimous as Viktor. She glared at Hermione with an unfriendly expression, feeling that the other had stolen her attention.

Even after Dudley led Hermione by the hand to the round table, Hermione was still not recovered from the dance.

"Hermione, how are you feeling?"

Dudley brought her a glass of butterbeer.

Hermione picked up the glass and gulped down several large mouthfuls, then wrapped her arms around Dudley's neck.

"This is absolutely amazing! It's the best dance I've ever danced!"

Hermione's excited voice rang in her ears, and then she moved closer to Dudley's face as fast as she could. However, at that moment, Dudley happened to turn his head slightly and suddenly felt a cool sensation on his lips, with a hint of moisture and the unique aroma of butterbeer.

This feeling indicates

By the time Dudley came to his senses, Hermione had already run away, her face flushed, giving him no chance to speak.

"Wait, Hermione."

Hearing Dudley's voice behind her, Hermione ran even faster, bursting into her fastest speed as she headed straight for the Gryffindor common room, opened the girls' dormitory door, and slipped into bed in one swift motion.

"Hermione, what were you doing just now?! Why were you being so forward?"

Hermione, her head buried in the blankets, thought that even now she still felt her cheeks burning.

She didn't actually intend to kiss him on the lips; she just wanted to kiss Dudley's cheek. Who knew Dudley would suddenly turn his head away?

I actually touched my lips.

What a coincidence!

Recalling that slightly cool touch, Hermione's face grew even hotter.

On the other side, Dudley watched Hermione run into the Gryffindor common room, but he didn't follow.

It's a girls' dormitory after all, and it wouldn't be appropriate for anyone to go in there alone, even if no one is there now.

Moreover, pushing too hard is not a good thing.

I gently touched my upper lip, and the soft sensation seemed to linger.

LOL. If Dudley hadn't been willing, Hermione would never have been able to get close to his cheek. With Dudley's reaction speed, even if he got that close, it would have been enough for him to think things through and make his next move.

So Dudley knew from the very beginning what Hermione was going to do.

Then, to play along, they replaced their cheeks with lips.

First kiss won!

Dudley straightened his slightly disheveled dress and then slowly walked back to the ballroom. The ball was still going on, and many young wizards were taking the opportunity to invite their sweethearts to their ballroom.

There were successes, and of course, there were failures.

Dudley strolled through the rose garden, passing low bushes and ornately decorated winding paths, until he came to a huge stone statue.

There stood two wizards, two middle-aged male wizards.

Snape and Karkaroff.

The two were whispering to each other, Snape looking impatient and Karkaroff looking terrified.

"Severus, you should have sensed it! You can't pretend none of this happened!"

Karkaroff grabbed Snape's sleeve, his hoarse voice filled with undisguised terror, like a frightened bird.

"Recently, it's become increasingly obvious, and I'm very worried about him, him, him."

He said several things in a row but didn't continue, as if what he was about to say was as terrible as forbidden words.

"This is nothing to be surprised about, Igor."

Snape impatiently pulled his sleeve back from the other's hand: "If you're worried, then run away. Go hide somewhere no one can find you."

"I believe you can still do this. Okay, stop bothering me with this little thing."

"No, Severus, you can't abandon me! Remember? We're friends!"

Seeing that Snape really didn't intend to pay attention to him, Karkaroff immediately pleaded.

"Friends? Hmm?!"

Snape let out a sound from his nose, full of disdain and disgust.

"I don't remember this at all. When you reported me, didn't you ever consider that we were friends?"

Snape grabbed a leaf and tossed it into the nearby fountain without hesitation.

"Our friendship, like this leaf, has long since sunk."

An invisible blade sliced ​​through the leaves, instantly splitting them in two, and they gradually sank into the water.

After saying this, Snape shoved Karkaroff away forcefully and left without looking back, his long black robes billowing behind him.

"So you've been here, Mr. Karkaroff."

Just as Karkarov was about to get up and leave, a slightly familiar voice sounded behind him.

"It's you? What's the matter?"

When Karkaroff saw that it was Dudley, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, but then he suddenly remembered that the other party was Snape's only designated successor.

He had made up his mind.

But before he could speak, Dali spoke first.

"Mr. Karkaroff, have you been feeling any discomfort in any part of your body lately?"

I really couldn't like the way Fleur was portrayed in the early parts of the Goblet of Fire. She constantly belittled Hogwarts and elevated Beauxbatons, and she was also incredibly arrogant.

This girl tricked Ron several times, including a scene where she seemingly used charm to embarrass him in public. Later, she married Bill, and Ginny didn't like her either.

(End of this chapter)