Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 331, Section 325: Students who haven't graduated are not allowed to cast spells during holidays.

On the Hogwarts Express, as always.

"It's that time of year again."

Ron cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. His face flushed, and he said nervously:

"D-bro, Harry, Hermione, Neville, and Malfoy, I think they should come to my house for the holidays this year."

According to the schedule, it's my turn to spend the holiday at his house this year.

"Although our house is small, not pretty, and a bit old, it can still accommodate a few people. I hope you won't mind."

The Weasleys lived outside the village of Autry-St. Catchpol in a house called The Burrow, which, judging from its appearance alone, lived up to its name perfectly—it was indeed very simple. It was an old-looking wooden house with a third story illegally built on top of the roof, crookedly and aesthetically unappealing. It was a miracle it hadn't collapsed, let alone be habitable; it was truly rudimentary.

Not to mention ordinary people's houses, they don't even meet the specifications of a normal wizard's house.

However, the Burrow's interior was actually like Newt's briefcase, full of surprises and hidden wonders. No matter how fallen or poor the Weasleys were, they were still a pure-blooded wizarding family of the Holy Twenty-Eight. The house was filled with magical creatures and magical items. In short, it was definitely a great place to live.

As soon as Ron finished speaking, his good friend Harry chimed in, "Don't say that, Ron. Your house is definitely the coolest house I've ever seen."

After all, even wizards wouldn't keep a ghoul in their attic. Harry had seen this ghoul when he lived in the Burrow during his first year. It was completely different from the stereotypical bloodthirsty, cruel ghoul that enjoyed killing. It was a humanoid creature with pustules all over its face. It ate moths and small insects and was mostly harmless. The only annoying thing was that it liked to hum and bang on the pipes in the middle of the night.

"I'm sorry, Ron, it's probably not possible this year."

Dudley's words made Ron lower his head in disappointment.

When it was Ron's turn, something happened that could easily be interpreted as him disliking the Burrow's environment. Although that wasn't the case, it was still easy for people to misunderstand.

Dudley then blurted out, "This holiday season, no one can relax. There's no extra time for us to play or rest. Professor Dumbledore has found us a truly remarkable teacher."

"That's incredible."

To emphasize this, Dudley repeated it again.

"So we'll be spending almost the entire holiday with this teacher. You need to discuss this with your parents. We need to leave before the second week of the holiday, and this time the destination is quite far."

His words successfully drew the attention of others.

"In Austria."

"cool!"

Ron and Draco's eyes lit up at the same time, and they said in unison that they had never been abroad much in their lives.

Yes, compared to Ron, who went to Egypt the year before last, Draco is the one who has never been abroad. In recent years, Lucius originally planned to take him on vacation abroad during holidays, but Draco basically spent his holidays with Dudley and the others, so he naturally didn't have the opportunity.

Although he had boasted before his first flying lesson in his first year that he had gone to Greece on a flying broomstick.

"Of course, this is not mandatory; it's entirely voluntary."

Dudley said that he was a very remarkable wizard, how could they waste such a good opportunity?

Even Ron, who was used to being at the bottom, didn't want to fall too far behind his teammates.

"One last thing. How well has everyone grasped the knowledge that Karkaroff imparted?"

"Mastering those things is the foundation for meeting this professor. If we can't even grasp Karkaroff's knowledge, then he probably won't teach us."

This guy was a tough character who was expelled from Durmstrang when he was sixteen for being too obsessed with and studying dark magic, and was publicly teaching dark magic.

Moreover, the reason given for his expulsion was that he had studied black magic too deeply (in reality, a black magic accident had occurred).

"No problem!" everyone said in unison, including Ron, who clearly had already mastered it.

Poor Karkaroff, the little knowledge he was so proud of was, in Dudley's eyes, merely the most basic stuff. And it had already been mastered by the fourth-grade students—oh, they'd be fifth-graders after this holiday.

Draco and his friends were very excited about going abroad, and they chattered non-stop the whole way.

Neville was the only one who remained silent. He opened his mouth several times as if to speak, but then swallowed the words back down.

This detail naturally did not escape Dudley's notice. He took Neville aside for a private talk outside the compartment, and when they returned, Neville had regained his usual energy.

As the Hogwarts Express arrived at its destination, Dudley's trio and their friends said their goodbyes one by one. However, this time they didn't have to wait until the station was empty. A short while later, Snape got off the train, carrying a very large suitcase, and slowly walked towards them.

"Ten minutes later than expected"

Snape's face darkened; those ten minutes felt like an eternity to him. "What are you all waiting for?"

"Of course I'm waiting for you."

The three of them thought of it at the same time.

Yes, Vernon didn't come to pick them up today; they went back to Privet Drive with Snape.

Snape was going to visit his godson (not referring to gender in general), whom he hadn't seen for almost a year and was clearly eager to see.

He led the group to a secluded spot and used magic to disperse the ordinary people around them.

"If there are no problems with your Apparitions, then cast the spell with me."

Snape was unwilling to wait even for a 30-minute drive, which clearly showed how much he missed little Lily.

The three of them had already mastered the Apparition spell a year ago, but...

"Professor Snape, students who haven't graduated are not allowed to cast spells during holidays."

Dudley said with a serious expression, and Hermione and Harry next to him nodded in agreement.

Snape: "."

Snape's silence was his only response.

Are you serious?

Snape looked at Dudley with suspicion; he didn't believe his disciple would abide by the rules set by the Ministry of Magic.

In particular, he himself was one of the rule-makers (a member of Wizengamo).

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Snape's distinctive speaking tone rang out again, and he spoke with great impatience.

"Come to my side right now."

Whether it's true or false doesn't matter; Snape doesn't want to waste time here, he's already impatient.

With a distortion in the surrounding space, the four figures vanished.

Privet Road, we're back.

(End of this chapter)