Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 53. This is dark magic! Definitely! (Second update, requesting monthly votes)

"What...what do you want?"

Malfoy unconsciously used honorifics when speaking to Dudley.

Once Malfoy realized that Dudley was someone he couldn't afford to mess with, he chickened out.

Dudley has seen plenty of Malfoys like this; there are quite a few at St. George's Elementary School. They're just spoiled brats.

Give him a little taste and he'll take it all; the best approach is to clean things up once and for all.

Dudley earned a notorious reputation at St. George's College, but violence alone was certainly not enough.

"Guess what I want?"

Dudley's hand gently rested on Malfoy's shoulder, as if wiping away dust, with two fingers pressing on the shoulder and arm joints.

"Click."

The faintest sound of bones breaking reached Dali's ears.

Malfoy was horrified to find that his right hand was limp and hanging down on his shoulder like a lump of rubber, and no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't respond at all.

A piercing pain shot through his arm; the pampered Malfoy had never experienced anything like it before, and snot and tears immediately streamed down his face.

Just as he was about to shout, he found Dali's hand on his neck, and he swallowed the words back.

He didn't dare to even breathe loudly, fearing that his neck would also be as severed as his arm.

Even if he was completely ignorant, he knew what this meant.

That magical hand held his life and death in its hands.

Then the hand stopped less than two centimeters above Malfoy's forehead.

For the first time, Dudley openly unleashed his malice towards Malfoy, as if he had transformed into a demon crawling up from the deepest hell. For the first time in his life, Malfoy felt death so close; he had no doubt that if he made the slightest move, he would be torn to pieces and devoured bit by bit.

It was a shock that struck straight to the soul; Malfoy felt like he couldn't breathe.

No, it's not just a feeling, it's a real feeling that I can't breathe.

"Please."

Malfoy's pale face turned red from lack of oxygen.

"Dark magic! He must have used dark magic on me! I'm going to die!"

Malfoy shouted in his heart, remembering his father's earnest words to him: try not to mess with Harry Potter unless you can be sure that he and the people around him are ordinary people.

The idea that Harry is a dark wizard, or that someone close to him must be a powerful dark wizard, is quite popular in the pure-blood community.

Unlike those who firmly believe that Harry is a dark wizard, this group believes that perhaps Harry is not, but there must be a dark wizard hiding around him.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain how the Dark Lord was defeated. In their view, the only one who could defeat the Dark Lord could be a stronger dark wizard.

Malfoy never imagined that Harry's brother, this guy named Dudley Dursley, was that dark wizard.

Neither the abnormality in his arm nor his current inability to breathe, he hadn't even seen the other person use a wand, nor had he heard him chant a spell.

He had overheard his father mention this silent curse by chance.

It is a mark of a wizard with profound magical skills.

Dursley was not only a dark wizard, but a dark wizard with great magical power.

In fact, Dudley only released a little bit of malice. His inability to breathe was also due to his own problem. When people experience strong emotional stimuli such as tension and fear, their bodies may experience symptoms such as muscle tension, convulsions, and inability to breathe. This is called emotional spasm, or stress response.

In other words, it's just that I was too nervous and my body was spasming.

It's just a normal physiological phenomenon.

As for the arm problem, that was simply a matter of dislocating the other person's joints, which was very easy for Dudley.

Unfortunately, Malfoy didn't understand these things.

For people in the wizarding world, no matter what happens, their first thought is always magic.

In other words, they suffered from a lack of education.

"I like useful people, you know, useful people are very likable."

"From now on, you're my follower. Any objections?"

At this point, Malfoy dared not disobey, and hurriedly nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Yes, yes."

Upon hearing Malfoy's answer, Dudley's malice subsided slightly, reducing Malfoy's stress response and making his breathing a little easier.

He slowly and deliberately grasped Malfoy's right hand, then gently lifted it.

He said to Malfoy with a meaningful tone, "Then, we've reached a consensus. From now on, we should get along well."

"Remember, things don't happen more than three times. You've already missed your chance."

The malice on his body vanished, and Malfoy felt like a lump of soft mud, even the feeling of suffocation disappeared.

Even my arm has returned to normal, no longer as limp as before.

At that moment, he felt as if he had entered paradise.

Emotional spasms are usually temporary, and they will disappear naturally once the emotions are relieved.

Therefore, Malfoy is now a normal phenomenon.

"It really is dark magic!"

"He's truly a powerful dark wizard!"

Malfoy cried out in his heart, but unfortunately Dudley couldn't read minds, otherwise he would have told him he was overthinking things.

Although there was more fear than anything else, there was also a hint of excitement beneath that fear?

After being repeatedly rubbed by Dudley, he not only developed a strong fear of Dudley, but also a sense of admiration for him.

Simply put, it's about admiring strength.

Many people say this is a characteristic of Slytherin.

In reality, which house—Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff—doesn't admire strength?

It's just human nature.

"By the way, Professor Snape said your physique is too poor, and I think so too, so I plan to bring you along when I train."

Dudley's tone was unquestionable; he hadn't consulted Malfoy, but was simply telling him the matter.

"Monday to Friday, 7 a.m. every day, I don't want you to be late."

Dudley always made sure to do his morning exercise before 7 a.m.; that was the time he set for Malfoy.

The story about Dudley's training wasn't something Dudley made up; it was something Snape told him. Snape was just remarking on Dudley's strong physique and casually compared him to Malfoy.

Malfoy wouldn't dare refuse now; he'd agree to whatever Dudley said.

"To change your annoying personality, memorize what's written here."

"Shout it out loud while you run."

Dudley handed Malfoy a piece of paper with only a few words written on it.

After doing all this, Dudley ignored Malfoy, stood up and walked towards the door. He had made an appointment with Harry and the others that afternoon to visit Hagrid's hut.

I'm sure that after today, Malfoy will definitely not dare to cause him any more trouble, and he will be very obedient.

To be fair, Malfoy's nature is not bad, except that he is a bit of a smart aleck, a smart aleck, and a smart aleck. Perhaps this will be the breakthrough point for reforming Slytherin.

Guess what's written on that piece of paper? Unless you peek at my script, you'd never guess.

(End of this chapter)