Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 42. Bullying Dalí Describing? (Fourth Update)

"Hey, Dursley, you big oaf."

"I told you I'd make you pay."

Before Dudley could even go looking for the real person, the real person couldn't help but jump out on his own.

Malfoy strolled out from the crowd, his face beaming with undisguised smugness, still sporting that greasy, self-satisfied air he thought he had mastered.

In fact, he never said any of those words. On the train, he didn't even manage to utter a harsh word before fleeing in a sorry state.

Crabbe and Goyle stayed close to Malfoy, surrounded by many other young wizards—first-year, second-year, and even third-year students—forming a circle. Of course, not all Slytherins sided with Malfoy, but they certainly wouldn't side with Dudley either; they would simply observe from the sidelines.

Malfoy was very pleased with this. Dozens of junior wizards had gathered around him, while the other party was just one. He really enjoyed the feeling of leading a group of people.

If Dudley were in Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, it would be difficult to handle, but he just happened to end up in Slytherin.

With the advantage of location and popular support, they had an absolute advantage and no one knew how they could lose.

"I'm a very magnanimous person. If you're willing to be my follower, let us beat you up to vent our anger, and then teach that Potter a lesson together, I'll consider forgiving you," Malfoy said, raising his chin arrogantly.

When Potter was mentioned, several glances, not from those in the common room, fell upon Malfoy, only to vanish in an instant. The older Slytherins didn't return to the common room with the prefect, but that didn't mean they weren't there, nor did it mean they weren't paying attention.

Even with Dumbledore's explanation, many pure-blood wizards still insist that Harry is essentially a dark wizard and that he defeated the Dark Lord.

This mindset also extends to their children, which is why Slytherin's attitude towards Harriet is so subtle. If Dudley were replaced by Harry, at least 90% of the Slytherin would choose to remain neutral.

They wouldn't easily take sides until they were certain how Harry actually killed the Dark Lord.

Since Malfoy is willing to be the one to take the lead, that's all the better.

Malfoy's suggestion was utter nonsense. Being a lackey was just an excuse; if Dudley disagreed, Malfoy could then legitimately order a beating, saying, "See, I, Malfoy, gave him a chance." If he agreed, the consequences would be even worse.

This was the best solution Malfoy could come up with in his little brain.

Dudley crossed his arms over his chest, his well-defined pectoral muscles reassuring: "What if we don't?"

Malfoy stared intently at Dudley, never forgetting the humiliation of almost wetting his pants in fear during their first meeting: "Then we'll give you a night you'll never forget."

The young wizards exchanged glances and then burst into malicious laughter.

"No, it's every day. We need someone to practice the spells with us."

A malicious, inflaming voice rang out from the crowd.

Malfoy frowned slightly upon hearing this, but said nothing.

To be honest, he never thought that way. He just wanted to teach Dudley a lesson and regain his lost face. Ideally, he could recruit Dudley as a follower so he could properly humiliate Harry for ignoring him and befriending that Weasley.

Dudley stroked his smooth chin, and a word suddenly popped into his mind at this scene. He looked at them with a strange expression.

"Are you going to bully me at school?"

Back when he was at St. George's Elementary School, there was a group of people surrounding him, saying they wanted to give him an unforgettable lesson, and then what happened?

Oh, they were all beaten to a pulp by him.

His reputation began to spread from that time.

Now again?

"I just want to get along peacefully with my classmates and have a normal school life."

In short, all I want is a peaceful life.

"Those who don't want to get hurt can leave."

Dali issued a warning.

Unfortunately, his warnings were not taken seriously.

"Look at him, what nonsense is he talking about?"

The young Slytherin wizards laughed and mocked, "No way, he thinks he's powerful just because he's big? We're wizards, after all."

They not only disregarded Dudley, but also ignored his words completely.

"Whoosh!"

A beam of fluorescent green light shot out, but Dudley, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation, easily dodged it.

It wasn't Malfoy, but it was indeed a curse cast by someone on Malfoy's side.

"A sneak attack?"

The place where the curse struck was corroded, leaving a hole that was neither too big nor too small.

It is some kind of evil curse.

"I hate being ambushed."

This reminded him of that pig's tail from back then.

Dali's face gradually turned cold, and his originally "kind" round face began to "look ferocious," with all the muscles in his face being fully mobilized.

A simple change in expression sent a chill down the spines of many young wizards in Slytherin, especially Malfoy, who was the first to feel it. It reminded him of their first greeting, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Dudley's gaze swept over the group of young Slytherin wizards, and no one dared to meet his eyes for more than a second. It seemed that the moment their eyes met, they looked away.

If Harry were here, he would definitely gasp in surprise.

Dudley got angry.

At the same time, Dali heard a crisp system notification sound.

"Four Houses Quest Series: Reorganize the Houses and Turn Slytherin into a True Slytherin, Time Limit: Seven Years. Quest Rewards: Distributed in Phases."

Upon hearing the system's voice, Dali forced a smile through the tense muscles on his face: "You started this whole thing, and you were the ones who made the first move."

"I originally only wanted to interact with you as an ordinary wizard, but it seems that's not possible now."

At this moment, a 3D image of the entire Slytherin common room appeared in Dudley's mind. He had constructed it using the Data Eye, and he had also prepared several offensive and defensive routes in this diagram. That's why he said at the beginning that those who didn't want to get hurt should leave.

First-year wizards are harmless; most of them don't even know how to use spells.

Dealing with them is not much different from dealing with the elementary school students at St. George's School.

Second graders already have a certain amount of knowledge and can use a few simple spells, but since they have only just entered second grade, they only know what they learned in first grade. If they are careful, they are not invincible.

The only problem is those third-graders.

By the third grade, they already had a certain amount of spells in reserve, and these spells would definitely be able to harm Dudley.

The goal is to eliminate them before they realize what's happening, and the best way to do that is to take their wands.

He leaned slightly forward, the veins on his feet bulging, and the next second, he darted out like a cheetah spotting its prey.

The first target was a third-year Slytherin student with a wand.

The entire lounge erupted into chaos.

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(End of this chapter)