Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 40. The Arrogant Guy: I'm Going to Teach Him a Lesson! (Second Update)

Dudley and Malfoy's conflict on the Hogwarts Express was already common knowledge among Slytherins; the tendency to seek advantage and avoid harm is a common trait among all Slytherins.

"That big oaf actually got assigned to Slytherin. I'll teach him a lesson when we get back to the common room."

Malfoy's face was flushed, and his voice was filled with excitement and urgency.

He couldn't wait for that moment. Crabbe and Gore, who were sitting next to him, were also itching to fight. They had been careless on the train, otherwise they would have definitely beaten him to death.

They've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed.

The young Slytherin wizards around them exchanged glances, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

The moment the Sorting Hat announced the decision, Malfoy had already made arrangements with the young Slytherin wizards.

Of all the people at Hogwarts, Hermione and Harry were probably the only ones who cared about Dudley the most. They kept glancing at where Dudley was sitting, but there was nothing they could do.

However, their concerns were quite different.

Hermione had heard that Slytherin was the worst of the four houses, a place where a bunch of hooligans congregated, and she worried that Dudley would be corrupted, and even more worried that he would be bullied; while Harry was worried that Dudley would beat up all the Slytherins and then be punished by the school. As for Dudley being bullied, Harry said that was impossible, and he would be grateful if Dudley didn't bully others.

Dumbledore stood up, smiling broadly as he looked at the young wizards below, stretching out his arms as if to embrace them all.

Welcome to Hogwarts!

"Before the banquet begins, I'd like to say a few words. That is: 'Idiot! Crybaby! Trash! Screw!' Thank you everyone!"

After muttering a few words in a cryptic manner, he sat down, leaving the young wizards looking at each other in bewilderment. As soon as he finished speaking, all sorts of delicious food appeared on the table.

It has to be said that when you're hungry, everything tastes good, and the cooking skills in Hogwarts' kitchen are much better than those in many London restaurants.

Dudley, who was already starving, ignored the surprised looks from the Slytherin wizards around him and began to eat heartily, picking up the nearest food.

He had been hungry for a long time.

Hearing the occasional "+1" system notification sound, Dali ate even more enthusiastically.

Dudley had already noticed that the food at Hogwarts, or rather the experience of the magical world, was more abundant than that of ordinary food, even on the Hogwarts Express.

Is this the magic of magic?

"Look at that big oaf, eating like a barbarian, so ungraceful, so completely ignorant of table manners."

A hushed murmur of discussion broke out.

"I really don't know why the Sorting Hat put him in Slytherin. He's vulgar, barbaric, and doesn't have a single quality that fits the Slytherin ideal."

"I should write to my father and send him to Gryffindor or Hufflepuff; those are the best places for someone like him."

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Most of those talking were first and second graders; no one from third grade and above participated, but they didn't stop them, they just watched coldly.

Having practiced Ripple Qi Gong for many years, Dali's five senses were much more acute than those of the wizards. He could naturally hear what they were saying, but he continued chewing his food as if nothing was wrong.

"Why should I, Dudley Dursley, need to explain my actions to others?"

Besides, food is something you should eat however you feel comfortable with. The so-called table manners these people talk about are nothing but a waste of time. Cherishing food and eating it cleanly without wasting it is the highest form of etiquette.

As a result, Dudley single-handedly devoured almost half of the food on the Slytherin table.

"My God, how many people's worth of food did he eat?"

Thus, on his first day at Hogwarts, Dudley was given a sarcastic title such as "Slytherin's beggar."

However, everyone's attention was focused on Dudley's eating manners, and no one noticed that Dudley's face and hands were completely free of any food grease.

This doesn't just mean he doesn't waste food; it means he's cultivating himself. For Dudley, eating is also a form of spiritual practice. Just as Dudley wouldn't waste a single grain of food, he wouldn't waste a single moment either; his time is extremely valuable.

Dudley wasn't just mindlessly eating; he was constantly analyzing his previous conversation with the Sorting Hat.

To put it simply, the Sorting Hat means that the will of Slytherin has chosen you; you are the chosen one.

"You believe it just because it says so?" Dudley scoffed at this. He only knew that he was a Muggle wizard on the surface, and Slytherin hated Muggle wizards, so Dudley only believed one-tenth of the Sorting Hat's explanation.

Moreover, Dali remembers a quote from Xun Ge'er: "Never trust anything that can think independently, unless you see clearly where it hides its mind."

As for the specific reason, there is too little information to analyze it at the moment. It cannot be ruled out that it is the Sorting Hat's perverse sense of humor, but the possibility of this is probably only one in ten thousand.

Don't blame Dudley for being paranoid; he was just having some reasonable doubts.

Since the Hagrid incident, Dali has had to be more cautious.

He is not a wizard in the true sense of the word, and from a pessimistic perspective, it is not certain that he will be able to learn magic in the future, at least not in the world of Harry Potter.

Power, money, and authority

Dudley silently wrote down three words in his mind: strength is power, money is wealth, and power is influence. These are his goals for the future. If he wants to live better in the magical world, he needs all three.

It must be said that if Dudley were a real wizard, some of his traits would be quite fitting for Slytherin.

"I think everyone should be full now, so I'd like to say a few more words and point out a few things to keep in mind."

Seeing that everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Dumbledore said, "First, first-year students, please note that students are strictly prohibited from entering the Forbidden Forest outside the castle. Some older students should also remember this."

As he spoke, he glanced specifically at the Gryffindor table.

When it comes to breaking the rules, the first place that comes to mind is Gryffindor. But Dudley, who is well-versed in the biographies of the four leaders, knows that the truth is more complex, and the same applies to Slytherin. Otherwise, how could these two brothers have become such best friends?

Dudley had long been eyeing the Forbidden Forest, a natural treasure trove of potions, and most importantly, it was free.

"Secondly, Mr. Filch, the administrator, asked me to remind everyone not to cast spells in the hallways during breaks. Thirdly, the Quidditch player selection process will be held in the second week of this semester; any student interested in joining the college team should contact Mrs. Hodge."

"Fourth and most importantly, anyone who does not wish to encounter an accident or die a painful and tragic death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

"Finally, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!"

Dudley's first meal at Hogwarts came to an end, accompanied by the strange tones that occasionally drifted in from Gryffindor.

"Slytherin freshmen, follow me!"

I need a B to drive the plot forward, and Malfoy's early personality is the most suitable for this. He's a typical spoiled brat who forgets his past mistakes.

By the way, I actually quite like this character, but that doesn't stop me from giving him a really tough look.

(End of this chapter)