Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 51. Slicing Horse Dung with Warm Tea? (Seventh Update)

Slytherin Common Room.

"He's finished."

"That big, muscle-bound idiot is dead this time."

In the dim, fluorescent green light, Malfoy excitedly recounted the day's events in Potions class to his fellow first-year students: "As you know, Professor Snape is a good friend of my father's. My father knew him before I came to Hogwarts."

Malfoy has resumed his daily routine of "showing off his father".

Then he lowered his voice, trying to make his tone sinister: "Professor Snape will teach him a lesson, punish him, and then kick him out of Slytherin and out of Hogwarts in a sorry state."

"Hehe, this has nothing to do with me, it was Professor Snape who did it."

"I am just..."

Malfoy spoke smugly of his plan, as if he could already see Dudley being kicked out of the house.

"My father said that Slytherin is a place only for those of noble blood."

It's the same old story about bloodline.

Lost in his own world, Malfoy failed to notice the dramatic change in the expressions of the young wizards around him, including Pansy's frequent winks and the unusual behavior of Goyle and Crabbe, whose lips had turned pale and who were trembling all over.

until

"Talking behind someone's back is not gentlemanly behavior, and of course, there are no true gentlemen left in all of England."

"Mr. Arrogant, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I won't be leaving Hogwarts anytime soon."

A chilling voice rang out from behind Malfoy. At that moment, Malfoy felt his hands and feet turn ice-cold, as if he had fallen into an icy hell, or as if a duck had been choked and its voice came to an abrupt halt.

A large hand descended from the sky and pressed down on Malfoy's head. Then he felt a tightness on his scalp and his entire body was lifted up by one hand.

Dudley really couldn't understand what was so great about some wizards' so-called bloodline theory.

In his mind, only pets emphasize pedigree, and only pets care about being purebred.

Incidentally, the Malfoys, who pride themselves on their pure bloodline, have platinum blonde hair, while the Weasleys, whom they look down upon, have red hair. What does red hair mean in England?

If you've studied even a little English history, you'll know that.

The original inhabitants of the European continent are called Celts, and the hallmark of Celtic blood is red hair. In other words, the Weasley family has Celtic blood, and tracing their origins, the Weasley family has a purer bloodline than any of the pure-blooded people present.

As for blond hair, it could be a descendant of Germanic people or Vikings.

As is widely known, the Vikings were a band of robbers.

Therefore, even tracing back to the source, Malfoy has nothing to be praised for.

"I think we should have a good talk."

"Before I lose all my patience."

Dudley roughly carried Malfoy and strode toward the Slytherin common room.

Now we have an excuse to deal with Malfoy, right?

"No! You can't do that!" Malfoy cried out in terror.

He struggled to kick Dali, waving his fists in an attempt to break free, but to no avail.

It's hilarious; his short arms and legs can't even touch Dali.

The other Slytherins watched as Dudley carried Malfoy away. Not a single person in the large common room dared to stop him, including Malfoy's two portly guards. The two poor chubby boys fainted the moment they saw Dudley, whether they were truly unconscious or just pretending was unknown.

"Nobody helped you. You're really awful, you arrogant bastard. Tsk, I thought I could have some fun today."

Dudley's words caused the young Slytherin wizards around him to change their expressions drastically. They quickly retreated as if avoiding a plague, creating a deserted area around Dudley. Even Crabbe and Goyle, who had fainted on the ground, turned even paler.

In fact, after that first night of school, Malfoy's reputation underwent a subtle change within Slytherin.

You, Malfoy, are so great, you, Malfoy, so high and mighty, but you made us get beaten up.

There hasn't been any response whatsoever since?

Even the good guys were all played by the Carlo family.

Ultimately, Mr. Zhai Ge is too young and doesn't understand social etiquette.

"Please wait a moment."

It's not like there's no one else; there's at least one more, isn't there?

"Hmm? What's your problem with what I did, Miss Parkinson?"

Dudley slowly turned his head, his large, bell-shaped eyes fixed on Pansy.

Guess how long this girl would cry if she punched herself?

At that moment, Pansy felt as if she were being stared at by a ferocious beast. Even though the beast hadn't done anything, she felt like she couldn't breathe.

"I mean, you must be hungry. How about a cup of black tea and some dessert?"

Miss Parkinson said very sincerely.

What Malfoy? It's none of her business.

"No sugar needed for the black tea, and could you also please prepare some small cookies? I'm a little hungry."

He was a little hungry, and since someone wanted to treat him to a meal, he decided to accept.

"I'll be back to drink it in a bit, before the tea gets cold, thank you."

As he spoke, he continued carrying Malfoy toward a room deep inside the common room, while the young Slytherin wizards watched the two leave.

"He probably didn't eat Draco, did he?"

Pansy murmured as she watched the two figures disappear into the distance.

Unfortunately, no one in Slytherin could answer her.

As soon as the two disappeared from sight, the two chubby boys who had been lying down sprang up from the ground as if their butts were on fire.

It's obvious that those two were faking it.

"I'm going to tell my dad."

When Malfoy realized that force was useless, he could only try to use his father's name.

After all, he's a well-known "daddy's boy," and the key is that his father's reputation is usually quite useful.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that."

Dudley picked up Malfoy very roughly, completely disregarding Malfoy's feelings.

Malfoy felt as if his scalp was being ripped off; it hurt, but there was nothing he could do.

Dudley walked inwards, reaching the depths of the Slytherin common room, randomly selected a room, 'gently' pushed open the door, and then closed it.

The room was larger than I had expected, and there was a large table in the middle.

As luck would have it, this was the very place where the Slytherin seniors had gathered before.

Because it was a basement, the room was only dimly lit with a faint yellow light when the lights were off.

Dudley tossed Malfoy aside like a chick and slowly leaned down, looking down at him condescendingly: "Hey kid, now it's just the two of us. No one will know what I do to you."

Especially since no one knows that these words were emphasized.

Dudley's sinister words sent a chill down Malfoy's spine, sending a shiver down his spine.

The rest can only be released tomorrow. I've already shared everything I could! So asking for a ticket isn't too much to ask, right?

(End of this chapter)