Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 414, Chapter 408: Brother D is chasing me, damn it!

as expected

The next day, a large beige vehicle that Dudley had brought was parked in the square outside Hogwarts Castle.

Many young wizards curiously gathered around, looking here and touching there, finding it all very novel.

"This...this..."

Unlike Draco, Neville, and Ron, who were puzzled, Harry pointed at the large beige metal frame with four wheels behind Dudley and remained silent for a long time.

Coming from the Muggle world, he knew this thing was a car, a jeep.

He was very curious about where Dudley got this thing from. Electronic products are not allowed within the Hogwarts premises, and theoretically, cars also fall into this category. He had just seen Dudley drive it over.

But now he's more worried about the thing's purpose.

The special course is probably related to this Jeep.

We can't exactly have them practice driving to get their driver's licenses.

"Yes, Harry." Dudley slammed his hand on the jeep door, making a loud bang. "This is the content of the recent lessons—special physical training."

"Physical training?"

Harry's forehead began to break out in a cold sweat. It couldn't be what he thought, could it?

Should not be

He kept trying to reassure himself, but based on his understanding of Dudley, it was probably just what he thought.

"How do we train?"

This time, even Draco's voice began to tremble.

Dali didn't answer him, but instead touched the steering wheel of the jeep and gave everyone a mysterious smile.

"Let me demonstrate first."

With that, Dudley got into the jeep and started it.

With the roar of the engine, Dudley drove the Jeep straight toward Harry and his friends.

Having trained with Dali for five years, the four reacted quickly and decisively dodged the attack.

Although it's unclear how much force the Jeep had when it hit, it looked like something to be trifled with.

Harry, with the best combat record among them, reacted quickly, drawing his wand the instant he dodged the attack: "Yugardimüller".

Before he could finish the spell, with a snap of Dudley's fingers, he felt his hand lighten as his wand was snatched away by an arm made of clay.

"Wands are prohibited."

After saying that, the jeep turned around and drove towards the four of them again.

This time it was even faster than before.

Chased around in the jeep, the four of them were already panting heavily after just a few rounds.

But Dali still showed no intention of letting them go.

Neville reacted a beat too slow and was sent flying, rolling seven or eight times on the ground, completely disoriented and visibly injured.

Seeing that the jeep had stopped after hitting the person, just when everyone thought it was over, Dali threw a vial of medicine at Nawi.

"Drink it, stand up and continue."

Neville obediently downed the bruises in one gulp, and they faded at a visible speed. Then, he was chased around by Dudley once again.

Dudley was a potion master whom even Snape admired. As long as it didn't kill him instantly, he could immediately heal minor injuries like broken limbs.

He chased the four for a while in his car, then suddenly turned to the other fifth-year wizards and extended an invitation: "By the way, have you thought it through and decided to train together?"

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A strange, brief silence followed.

The young wizards looked at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing the four people's disheveled appearance, and then looking at the medicine bottle in Neville's hand, everyone shuddered.

The four of them were much stronger than us; even they were chased so badly. If it were us...

"Brother D, I suddenly remembered that I have an appointment with Daphne that I need to meet with my senior."

As the most astute Slytherin, Pansy was the first to speak up. She quickly grabbed her best friend and waved towards Draco, saying, "Draco, we won't be keeping you company today."

"Yes, yes, definitely next time, definitely next time."

Daphne nodded frantically and whispered her agreement.

Draco hurriedly left the square, his eyes filled with anguish and a look that seemed to say, "You guys aren't being fair."

With her taking the lead, the Slytherins also began frantically finding excuses to leave. All sorts of excuses, like having appointments with professors, upperclassmen, or upperclasswomen, were overused. They even came up with the absurd claim of forgetting to close the dormitory window. Where in Slytherin could you open a window? Putting aside whether it was even possible to open it, even opening a crack would allow the water from the entire Black Lake to flood the common room.

While Slytherins were spouting all sorts of excuses, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were not far behind. Ravenclaw's excuses were somewhat plausible, while Gryffindor's were relatively simple and crude.

As for the Hufflepuff little badgers, they weren't good at lying, so they stammered for a long time, making them sweat profusely with anxiety.

Finally, Dudley couldn't stand it any longer and announced that those who didn't want special training could leave first. The young wizards left as if they had been granted a pardon.

Only Harry and his friends remained.

Amidst the despair in the four men's eyes, Dali once again drove the jeep toward them.

Draco exclaimed, "Draco, I don't understand! This is too dangerous!"

Then he rushed to the front of the four people immediately.

Ron slowed down a beat, shouting as he ran.

"What's the point of us doing this?!"

"It works! Of course it works!"

As Dudley turned the car toward Ron, he stepped on the gas: "This is a special training program that a fighting master went through. It's unique but very effective and can help you grow quickly."

Which fighting master would be chased by a Jeep?

Harry was full of questions. He had just been chased around the square by Dudley several times and was finally able to catch his breath. He really didn't want to attract Dudley's attention. All he wanted to do now was rest.

The group seemed to have forgotten that as wizards, they had no reason to learn martial arts.

After chasing Ron for a while, Dudley turned the jeep around to face the others.

Why doesn't Hermione need to practice?

Ron, who had only rested for a short while, seemed to have discovered the blind student's strengths and shouted loudly.

At this point, he finally realized that one person was missing from the six-person discipline team.

"She doesn't need to practice fighting."

Dudley simply replied to Ron's question, then turned the car around to face Ron again and silently floored the accelerator.

Just as Dudley said, Hermione really didn't need to practice fighting. She was currently in the Room of Requirement, aiming at a target with one eye closed, holding a Desert Eagle in her hand.

To be precise, it should be a Desert Eagle modified by Dudley, which, like the Jeep, can be classified as a magical alchemy item.

"Well done, Rowe."

Harry, finally able to catch his breath, gave Ron a thumbs up for his act of stirring up hatred.

Ron was once again targeted by Dudley and chased by the jeep, his face filled with terror.

"D-ge is chasing me, damn it!"

(End of this chapter)