Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 302. It's 'that person,' he's back!

"What did you hear?" Karkaroff glared angrily at Dali, his eyes looking as if he wanted to devour him.

Karkaroff thought Dudley had overheard his conversation with Snape.

He didn't know that Dudley didn't like eavesdropping; he preferred to listen openly and honestly.

Karkaroff already disliked Dudley, and now that hatred had reached its peak.

"Your current state... well... isn't very good, is it?"

Dali completely ignored Karkarov's murderous gaze, shifting his attention from Karkarov's face to his left arm.

He gave a dismissive laugh: "Headmaster, have you felt any discomfort in your left arm?"

Karkaroff's expression changed drastically, his eyes darted around, and he vehemently denied it.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about?"

"You mean you don't know?"

The smile on Dudley's lips gradually widened, forming an upward arc. It was already winter, and his breath turned into puffs of white mist. Due to the light-gathering properties of his eyes, they seemed to emit a captivating light in the dim environment.

Karkaroff felt very uneasy and turned to leave, wanting to get away from the man in front of him.

Before he could take two steps, a voice that sent chills down Karkaroff's spine came from behind him.

"I mean, is it hot or not?"

Karkarov stood frozen in place, as if he had been frozen in place.

As Dudley said, his left arm was burning hot, as if it had been doused with boiling oil and bitten by a venomous snake.

There is a tattoo on his left arm, which is a skull with a snake spitting out.

This is the Black Magic Mark.

"You...you..." Karkaroff turned around abruptly, looking at Dali with a horrified expression.

How did he know? How could he possibly know? His conversation with Snape just now didn't mention this! Could it be that Snape told him?

Countless questions swirled in Karkarov's mind, and his brain was in complete turmoil.

Dudley didn't bother to explain; instead, he continued speaking.

"Look, it's gotten a little too hot."

As Dudley finished speaking, the burning sensation in his left arm more than doubled.

If the heat just now was still within Karkaroff's tolerance, the current temperature was making it almost impossible for him to stand, and he felt as if his left arm was no longer his own.

He was seen clutching his left arm, crouching down with a pained expression, large beads of sweat dripping down his face.

Only one person can wield the Dark Mark.

But how could that be!

Karkarov struggled to lift his head, and in the moonlight he saw a pair of gleaming blue eyes, cold, ruthless, and devoid of any warmth.

Boom. Karkaroff felt as if something had struck his brain.

Memories from many years ago flooded my mind.

He had seen that look before; it was the kind of look that would wake him from countless dreams, a nightmare-like look.

The recent abnormality in my left arm is not a hallucination.

This feeling is unmistakable; it's that man. That person. It's 'that one'—he's back!

"You...you...dark...dark."

Karkaroff trembled violently, too terrified to utter a complete sentence. He had no courage to resist, let alone run away.

Although the terrifying burning sensation in his left arm had disappeared, Karkarov still felt like he couldn't breathe. Or rather, as long as he was in front of this person, that suffocating feeling would always surround him, as if a venomous snake was coiled around his heart, ready to release deadly venom at any moment and take his life.

All he could do was quietly wait for the other party's verdict.

Like a little white rabbit that has wandered into the Sichuan region, waiting to be wrapped in a thick layer of chili peppers and turned into a spicy rabbit head.

"Shh," Dudley leaned down and put his finger to his lips. "I don't want anyone else to know about this."

A chair appeared out of thin air beneath his buttocks, and Dali sat down directly on it, looking down at Karkarov, who was almost lying on the ground, terrified and on the verge of collapse.

Yes, if Dursley is "that one," then everything makes sense.

Despite being only a fourth-grader, he knows the long-lost Dragon Language, subdues three fire dragons, and can even defeat one fire dragon head-on.

Only "that person" can do it.

Why didn't I think of that sooner?!

Karkaroff was secretly annoyed.

"I heard you reported many people back then?"

It may seem like a nonsensical sentence, but those who understand it know what it refers to and when it refers to.

As expected, Karkaroff was even more frightened upon hearing this and collapsed to the ground.

"Please listen to me. I...I..."

"No need to explain, I know everything."

Karkarov's heart nearly stopped upon hearing this, but thankfully Dali's next words were not a reprimand.

"There's nothing wrong with being prudent and protecting yourself."

If Dali hadn't spoken his next sentence in time, Karkaroff might have scared himself to death.

"If it were me, I would have done the same. The only ones to blame are those utterly useless guys who got imprisoned (in Azkaban), and I don't like useless people."

"So, your past betrayals were for the sake of better loyalty today, right?"

Even though there was no blame in his words, Dali's voice struck Karkaroff's heart like a series of heavy hammer blows. He didn't even dare to look Dali in the eye. After hearing the word "loyalty," he seemed to use all his strength to climb to Dali's feet and put his head down without hesitation.

He was kissing Dudley's shoes.

He wanted to demonstrate his loyalty through this practical action.

All he could do was offer his loyalty; only in this way could he survive.

Until he heard a reply, Karkarov remained tense, not daring to relax for a moment, and kissed the shoe with all his heart, as if it were the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Very good, Karkaroff. I'm relieved that you're still the same as before."

"You are the first among them to pledge allegiance to me."

Dali's voice was like heavenly music, which made Karkaroff feel like he had been granted a pardon. He gasped for breath, thinking that at least he should be able to survive.

Before I could even savor the feeling of surviving a disaster, a surge of ecstasy welled up from the depths of my heart.

What did he hear?

The first one I pledge my allegiance to!

Severus and Lucius had no idea that the person in front of them was "that one," and that "that one" had approached them first!

As long as you stay calm, you can save your life and even gain unimaginable benefits.

That person is not stingy with those close to them.

"Kakarov, you'll serve me as diligently as before, won't you?"

Daly spoke again, and Karkaroff answered without hesitation.

"Your instructions are my life's pursuit."

Karkaroff lowered his posture to the lowest possible level; he still didn't dare to get up from the ground, even though he hadn't done anything for "that person" before, but that didn't stop him from saying so.

Until Dali showed a satisfied smile.

(End of this chapter)