Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 47. I will tell my father (Third update)

"I will definitely tell my dad, and he will be kicked out."

The first thing Malfoy did after waking up and finding himself alright was to yell that he was going to sue his father.

Besides bragging about his father all day long, all he does is sue his father.

They're just like some unruly kids.

He was actually quite alright thanks to the potion from Carlo's side; otherwise, that knot alone would have kept him in bed for three days. Of course, if it were too short, he might be fine.

That's just Malfoy's personality; as long as he's alright, he'll jump around again—he's so energetic and itchy! Following the original trajectory, he would have been engaged in a six-year "battle of wits" with Harry's trio until Voldemort's return.

"Draco! Don't tell anyone!"

As soon as Malfoy said that, a short-haired girl with shoulder-length bobs next to him quickly covered his mouth, afraid that he would cause public outrage if he continued to speak.

"This is Richmond's order. Do you intend to disobey him?"

This girl's name is Pansy Parkinson.

As a first-year student, she naturally participated in what happened last night.

Pansy feels a dull ache in her buttocks whenever she thinks about what happened that night.

No one can escape the Butt Destroyer's punishment, and she was no exception.

What happened that night is now a taboo subject in the entire Slytherin community; it is absolutely forbidden to talk about it.

"What's so great about Richmond? He's just from the Caro family. He only started school a few years earlier than me. I'll tell my dad, okay? I won't tell anyone."

Under Pansy's gaze, Malfoy's voice grew softer and softer until he could barely hear it himself.

Not everyone respects Malfoy; for example, the Carroll family, the seventh-grade prefect, and the Parkinson family, Pencey, are not intimidated by him at all.

We're all on the same level, so nobody should get cocky.

"Draco!"

Pansy shouted, signaling him to stop talking.

What happened that night had already made many young wizards dissatisfied with Malfoy.

They lost, led by Malfoy.

Slytherin only side with the victors.

And why is it that everyone else is in pain but Malfoy is unharmed? Of course, Crabbe and Goyle weren't beaten either, but they were petrified and used as weapons. Look at how they tremble at the smell of drugs now, no one wants to trade with them.

Unfortunately, he didn't think about it at all, nor did he notice that the Slytherin wizards in the common room were all giving him unfriendly looks.

"For the sake of the Carlo family, I'll let this barbarian go. I hope he doesn't provoke me again, or I'll make him pay."

Malfoy's only stubborn thing is his mouth.

In reality, Malfoy was just making a few boastful remarks and talking big. Since yesterday, he really didn't dare to provoke Dudley, that scoundrel, anymore.

Look at those two poor chubby kids, Goyle and Crabbe. Now, whenever they hear the words Dudley or Dursley, they tremble uncontrollably and can't even walk properly. They've clearly suffered a great deal of psychological trauma.

They wouldn't say anything when asked anything; they just kept trembling.

Malfoy, who fainted first and was then hit by the Stupefying Curse, was undoubtedly lucky. But Goyle and Crabbe were different. Although they were hit by the Petrification Curse, they were conscious and fully experienced what it felt like to be used as a weapon by others.

Malfoy admitted that his mental fortitude was not much stronger than theirs.

Malfoy did have some self-awareness.

He's just arrogant, not stupid.

However, he said that, but he didn't really think so. Just because he didn't provoke Dudley didn't mean he wouldn't chase after others.

"Hmph, Professor Snape's Potions class is this Friday. I'll show you what's what."

Malfoy simply couldn't believe that a wizard born into a Muggle family would know about potions.

Snape is an old friend of my father, he will definitely side with me. As long as I target him a little, you wouldn't dare to hit the professor, would you?

Hehe, this is going to be interesting.

Unfortunately, Malfoy was a bit too optimistic; it was only Monday, and there were still four days until Friday.

It must be said that Dudley's judgment of people is really accurate, or rather, his understanding of the psychology of people like Malfoy is very accurate.

"Isn't that Malfoy? What a coincidence that you're in class too?"

He hadn't walked more than a few steps when he heard the voice behind him that had given him nightmares all night.

Accompanied by a completely meaningless phrase, as a greeting.

Malfoy stiffly turned his head, and upon seeing Dudley, he was so shocked he almost jumped out of his skin. He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and mechanically replied, "Hello."

Pansy, who was initially afraid that Malfoy would clash with Dudley again, stood quietly to the side and said nothing more when she saw Malfoy trembling like a mouse before a cat when he saw Dudley.

Malfoy only breathed a long sigh of relief after Dudley had walked away, and his face turned red instantly when he saw Pansy standing to the side.

"I was just giving him a polite greeting, like classmates would. You know, Malfoy is a very gentlemanly person."

Malfoy tried to justify himself, telling lies that even he didn't believe.

Pansy now believes that Malfoy will never bother Dudley again.

I just don't know if he'll tell old Malfoy.

Hopefully not, Richmond seems to value this barbarian highly.

"Hermione, look, I get along really well with my classmate. Look how happy he was just now."

"Dali said in a very serious tone."

Throughout the journey, Hermione was like a wind-up duck, constantly asking about what happened last night.

While it's good to care about yourself, you definitely can't tell the truth.

"real?"

Hermione expressed deep skepticism; Malfoy's face didn't look happy at all.

"Why do I get the feeling that he's afraid of you?"

Dudley's expression hardened: "This is slander. If you don't believe me, I'll find someone else to prove it to you."

A lucky audience member will be randomly selected.

"Hey, you over there, kid."

Dudley said to a Slytherin freshman not far away.

"I'm talking to you, stop now."

As if he hadn't heard, the man quickened his pace.

"If you run again, I'll beat you up."

Finally, under the threat of Dudley's big stick, the little guy stopped, gave Dudley a "smile" that was even uglier than Malfoy's, and said that Dudley was very popular in Slytherin.

As a result, Hermione became even more suspicious, but she had no idea what had happened.

Although they carry textbooks, Hogwarts professors rarely teach by simply reading from the textbooks. The content of the classes is mostly based on the professors' preferences, giving them a high degree of freedom.

For example, Professor Sprout, a herbalist, taught her first lesson on identifying Dictamnus dasycarpus.

That's right, the sucrose essence Hermione gave Dudley this morning was extracted from sucrose.

In fact, the topic of white flowers is taught in the later stages of the first-grade textbook.

It must be said that Professor Sprout is a professor with a very rich knowledge base.

Much of the knowledge she imparted was not found in textbooks, including but not limited to two cultivation methods for white peony, six cultivation techniques, four disaster prevention methods, and thirty-six uses. This knowledge greatly benefited Dudley, as many of the uses were things he had never thought of before. So much so that even after the course ended, Dudley kept asking Professor Sprout questions.

Putting aside his personal combat skills, Dudley's greatest strength is potions, and herbalism is an essential foundation for potion making.

It can be said that someone who is good at potions is destined to be excellent at herbalism, and someone who is not good at herbalism will definitely be bad at potions.

Therefore, Dali listened very carefully, took notes very carefully, and studied even more diligently.

His studious spirit earned Slytherin two points.

Of course, Hermione's frequent correct answers earned Gryffindor an additional five points.

After class, Hermione looked up at Dudley with a smug expression, as if to say something.

"How about that? I scored three points more than you."

Dali shook his head with a helpless smile.

"This little girl's competitive spirit is really something."

Dudley thus earned ten points in the history of magic in the Lower Division.

I don't spoil them at all.

His familiarity with the history of magic over the past few centuries impressed even Professor Binns.

I memorized Dali's name during the class, although I forgot it in the second class.

In the next Charms class, Hermione did her best to earn four points for Gryffindor.

Although Dudley waved his wand for a long time without producing a single sound, his feigned composure and insightful understanding of spells earned him five extra points from Professor Flitwick.

And so, after all that back and forth, Friday arrived, the day Malfoy had been longing for.

That is, the day of Potions class.

The idea that Si Jiao is the godfather of the arrogant guy is a rumor and we don't plan to use it.

(End of this chapter)