Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 44. Don't come any closer!

"No, you can't!"

The little wizard let out a piercing scream.

"No, I can. If you've offended me, you'll be punished the way I do it."

Dudley gave a cruel smile and slapped mercilessly, making a series of "slap slap slap" sounds.

Annoying children deserve a good spanking.

Fortunately, Dudley controlled his strength; although it hurt, it wasn't serious. He'd only need to lie in bed for a day or two at most. Otherwise, a few slaps would have left his buttocks raw. Anyway, with magical potions, he'd probably be able to get out of bed the next day. After finishing one, he moved on to the next, one after another. No one was spared. Anyone who tried to escape would be caught by Dudley and beaten first.

Before long, all the young Slytherin wizards present were left only with the strength to lie on the ground and groan.

This wave is the butt destroyer *Dali*.

After spanking all the young wizards, Dudley turned his gaze to Malfoy, who was already lying on the ground in fear.

The light footsteps felt like heavy hammer blows, striking Malfoy's heart with tremendous force.

"Don't come any closer!"

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In a secluded room in the Slytherin common room, several upperclassmen Slytherin students sat around a round table.

Slytherin not only has a private private room for the prefect, but also many, many spare rooms. This is partly because Slytherin has the fewest students among the four houses, and partly because the Slytherin common room is a converted dungeon, which is much larger than one might imagine. It is arguably the largest in terms of area among the four houses, and in terms of the number of rooms, it even has more than Gryffindor and Hufflepuff combined.

It's worth noting that Hufflepuff has the largest number of students among the four Houses.

Most of these empty rooms have been converted into meeting rooms by the Slytherins, becoming their secret meeting places, and these senior Slytherins occupy one of them.

Malfoy's heart-wrenching scream of terror made one of the Slytherins, who was sitting in his seat, stand up. He was tall, had a buzz cut, and had an unremarkable appearance; he was the kind of person who would be easily lost in a crowd. The only thing that caught people's attention was his prominent buck teeth.

"Marcus, what are you doing?"

Marcus had just stood up when he heard a cold rebuke from behind him. The speaker was the man sitting in the main seat.

That was the prefect of Slytherin's seventh year.

The student named Marcus is the current captain and Chaser of Slytherin Quidditch.

"I want to go out and see the world."

Marcus lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with the other person.

The other party simply waved his hand, and a tone similar to Malfoy's utterance rang out, though without Malfoy's greasy and awkward manner, sounding much more natural: "It's just a conflict between lower-grade students, nothing serious, we shouldn't interfere."

"That's Draco, Uncle Lucius's only son."

Marcus emphasized this point.

His Flint and Malfoy families had a fairly good relationship, being related in some ways, but...

"So what?"

The prefect said calmly, without a trace of emotion, simply looking at Marcus.

Under his watchful eye, Marcus's initial surge of confidence vanished completely.

She said weakly, "He's being bullied!"

"so what?"

"What does this have to do with us? And what does it have to do with you?"

The class monitor questioned.

Marcus's face flushed red, and after stammering for a long time, he finally managed to stammer out half a fart: "I think we should help him."

Before the prefect could speak, the Slytherin sitting to his left said, "Haven't we helped him enough? We didn't stop the second and third-year students, and do you know how many there are, plus the first-year students?"

"The entire lounge was soundproofed to prevent outsiders from finding out, so he could have his way with the chaos."

"And the result?"

Although we don't know exactly what happened in the lounge, the meaning of Malfoy's scream that just rang out is self-evident.

"Malfoy was, after all, a Slytherin."

Marcus spoke again, this time his voice was weaker.

"The other person is also a Slytherin."

The prefect seemed to be angered by Marcus's words, and his tone suddenly rose a few decibels.

"Listen, Marcus, Malfoy was the one who gathered the men, and he started the whole thing. What does it have to do with us if he can't win? We're not the Vincent and Gregory family (Crawb and Goyle's family), nor are we Malfoy's dogs. We don't need to clean up his mess."

"And the other party is Potter's cousin, you should know who I'm talking about."

In the British wizarding world, all pure-blood wizarding families are related in some way; for example, Harry Potter's family can even be linked to all pure-blood families.

The key point is that the name Harry Potter is taboo for pure-blood wizards, especially those who were originally Death Eaters, just as Voldemort's name carries a sense of intimidation for ordinary wizards.

Until they figure out how he defeated the Dark Lord and whether he was a powerful, evil dark wizard, the purebloods will always maintain respect for him and even extend friendly gestures.

Of course, they wouldn't stop others from helping them test Harry.

"Malfoy has so many resources at his disposal. If he can't even handle this little thing, what right does he have to ask for our help? Is it because he's arrogant? Or because he has a powerful father?"

Malfoy's childish behavior of constantly showing off his father easily provokes resentment from others, especially those whose family background is no less than that of the Malfoys.

Are you the only one in this world with a father?

"Remember, we are Slytherins, not nursery nurses. We don't have time to play those childish games with them."

The prefect's voice softened as he spoke earnestly to Marcus.

"Do you still remember Slytherin's principles?"

These words stumped Marcus. He pondered for a long while before stammering, "Pureblood supremacy?"

"It's all about profit and ability; the winner takes all, and the loser is condemned. How many times have I told you this, you idiot?"

The prefect's tone was already extremely impatient, and he was inwardly cursing the "idiots of the Flint family."

After all, he was a student and not that shrewd. It took him a while to calm down and he said to Marcus earnestly, "Marcus, you are already in fifth grade, and we will graduate in the next two years. We don't have the time or energy to teach you anything more."

"From now on, you'll have to rely on yourself. You've already failed in the race for prefecture leader. Don't make me regret choosing you as captain of Slytherin Quidditch. And don't bring shame to your Flint family."

Seeing that Marcus was still glancing towards the door from time to time, clearly not listening to what he had said, the prefect's blood pressure rose a little, and in the end he could only shake his head helplessly and sigh.

"They chose him, so what if he's a useless piece of trash?"

"If you really want to help Malfoy, then go and inform Professor Snape."

"But if I were you, I wouldn't do that."

"Being able to defeat so many people means you're no ordinary person; at least you, Marcus, couldn't do it."

"If I were you, I would choose to befriend him."

The prefect felt he had done more than enough, and if Marcus remained obstinate, it was none of their business, since they were about to graduate anyway.

Inside the lounge, Dudley had already walked up to Malfoy, who was slumped on the floor, curled up in a ball.

Ignoring Malfoy's repeated cries of "Don't come any closer," he pressed down on Malfoy's head with one hand, turned him around, and leaned closer. His face gradually enlarged in Malfoy's desperate eyes until their eyes finally met.

Malfoy could clearly hear the other person's heavy breathing.

At that moment, he recalled the fear he felt when he was inside the Madam Malkin's Robe boutique, the fear of being eaten alive.

Dudley slowly opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth that looked terrifying in the dim green light.

In this situation, Malfoy decisively let out a 'clunk' and his eyes rolled back as he fainted.

(End of this chapter)