Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 337, Chapter 331: Daring to swindle money from a centenarian.

A week passed quickly, and Dudley, along with his group of six from the Discipline Group, arrived at Hogwarts as scheduled through the secret passages of Hogsmeade. It must be said that Hogwarts was quite deserted during the holidays.

Apart from a few professors who treated Hogwarts as their home, the vast castle was almost deserted.

This made dormitory supervisor Filch feel relieved but also somewhat wistful.

"Jelly Slug!"

With the correct command given, the door to the principal's office slowly opened.

"Professor Dumbledore, your tastes are getting stranger and stranger."

As soon as Dudley entered, he started complaining to Dumbledore, who was eating candy with the password name on it.

Jelly Slug. Just like its name suggests, this candy resembles the insect in appearance, and even in its texture.

Like a swarm of cockroaches, most wizards who buy this candy use it for pranks, and very few actually eat it.

Because it's made to look so much like the real thing.

Sitting in his chair, Dumbledore looked at the uninvited guests with a hint of helplessness: "I changed the password just an hour ago, and I didn't tell anyone."

Dumbledore paused slightly after saying this, as if he had thought of something. It wouldn't be entirely true that he hadn't told anyone; at least one non-human person would know.

Dumbledore glanced to the right of the table, where Fawkes's little room was. Fawkes, feeling guilty at Dumbledore's gaze, turned his head away.

I think I know why I can always guess right now.

"Dali, do you want to bring them along? I don't remember telling you that you could bring other people."

Dumbledore glanced at the others around Dudley and said.

"Teaching one person is the same as teaching a group, Professor, I don't think you would be so petty."

"Dudley, this isn't about being stingy. We're going to see a very dangerous wizard. He's incredibly talented, the most skilled wizard I've ever met at using language. I believe you and Harry won't be swayed by him, but others..."

In fact, Dumbledore didn't have much confidence in Harry either. In terms of manipulating people's hearts alone, that student named Tom was far inferior to him.

"It's alright, Professor." Dudley shook his head gently and held out his fist, which was as big as a casserole dish. "If anyone loses their way, I'll use this to bring them back to their senses."

I'd like to try out the "Friendship-Breaking Punch" occasionally.

Dumbledore: "."

Given Dudley's current physique, one punch would probably kill him.

"You..." Dumbledore sighed, tacitly acknowledging the addition of this person and not dwelling on the matter further. "Has everyone spoken to their families? I don't want to receive yelling letters from your parents during the holidays."

He said that partly because he was worried that they were too young to be easily misled, and partly because whether the other party was willing to teach them was another matter. If they were not willing to teach, he could just take them out himself.

"That was naturally agreed upon."

Dudley picked up a licorice wand, smelled the packaging, silently put it back, and then chose a giant candy next to it.

Ice cream balls.

It is said that sucking can make one float several inches off the ground.

Skillfully peel off the sugar coating and put it in your mouth.

It tastes similar to iced mice with a minty flavor, but it doesn't make you feel "cold".

"Professor, when do we set off? If we use Apparition, you'll have to lead the way, as I've never been to that place before."

Dumbledore picked up a piece of sizzling honey candy and put it in his mouth, explaining, "This is an international matter and requires permission from the local Ministry of Magic. Using Apparition would be considered illegal entry."

In the wizarding world, apart from the United States where strict screening is required, the movement of wizards between different countries in Europe is not too restricted.

The problem is that the place they're going to is far too sensitive; that person nearly overturned the entire Austrian Ministry of Magic, and it would be quite troublesome without authorization.

"Then you should have received your permit by now."

Dali frowned and looked down at his feet, but after waiting for a while, there was still no sign of him leaving the ground.

What a load of rubbish ice cream balls! Counterfeit, money back guaranteed!

It seems that Dumbledore bought this candy.

They dare to swindle money from people over 100 years old; they should be compensated at least tenfold.

"I have some connections with the Austrian Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore spoke with a look of reminiscence, as if time had turned back to many years ago.

Hermione, who was following Dudley, happened to witness this scene that Dumbledore was recalling, and the girl's intuition told her that there was a story behind it.

"If you don't want to eat another meal at Hogwarts, then we can set off now."

"Dumbledore said."

"I think we can try some Austrian cuisine."

"I heard that the Viennese fritters and Sachertorte there are quite delicious."

Since Dudley had said so, and seeing that no one else had any objections, Dumbledore led them away.

I rode the Knight Bus

They were sent directly to the Austrian Ministry of Magic border checkpoint.

Since we're going through the official channels, we should at least use legal transportation.

When they got off the bus, apart from Dudley and Dumbledore who looked normal, the others did not look very well.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Dumbledore."

Austrian Ministry of Magic officials gave Dumbledore a warm welcome, at least on the surface.

To be honest, they weren't too happy to know that Dumbledore wanted to meet that person, but the Austrian Ministry of Magic owed Dumbledore a huge favor back then, and even though their Minister of Magic had changed several times over the decades, they still had to acknowledge that favor.

"One week, I'll let you in for a maximum of one week."

The Austrian official stated unequivocally.

"A week is too short; you can't get anything done in that time."

Dumbledore frowned deeply upon hearing this: "This is not what Minister Wilson agreed on before."

What can you learn in a week?

It requires at least a vacation period; otherwise, it's completely meaningless.

"But this is the limit. Minister Dumbledore Wilson has retired, and we have just appointed a new Minister of Magic. This is his order."

"Retired? Wilson isn't old enough to retire yet."

"Then I have no idea; that level of affairs is beyond my reach."

The official shrugged, looking utterly helpless: "That's all I can do."

The other party seemed completely unmoved, causing Dumbledore to furrow his brow so deeply that a deep frown appeared on his forehead.

Just as Dumbledore was struggling with his decision, a child walked over and handed a note to the Austrian Ministry of Magic official.

"Sir, here is a letter for you. Another gentleman asked me to deliver it to you."

The official casually opened the note, glanced at it briefly, and his expression instantly changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)