Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 76, Section 74. Are More People Useful? (First Update - Please Subscribe)

However, this scene takes on a different meaning in the eyes of others.

"Dali, you're awesome."

Mimicking Hermione's tone, a teasing voice came from the seats in Gryffindor.

The sound wasn't loud, but it echoed throughout the classroom.

A rustling, low-pitched laugh came from the crowd.

The sarcasm was blatant.

Slytherin fell silent instantly.

Almost every young Slytherin wizard had the same thought: 'Gryffindor, you are truly brave.'

This is absolutely not praising their bravery; it's just mocking them as reckless fools.

Quietly wait and see what happens.

They can't be the only ones getting beaten up.

Dudley glanced at Gryffindor with a blank expression, seemingly searching for his target.

Classes are still in session.

Besides, it's just one sentence; you can't just beat someone up for that.

Yes, you can tell from the pronunciation that the one speaking is a young male wizard.

Dudley saw Hermione shake her head slightly at him, indicating that she could handle the matter.

Dali read stubbornness in his eyes.

The little girl has always been this stubborn, just like she was back at Oxford Dragon Primary School.

Harry looked somewhat displeased; Dudley was his brother, and Hermione was his friend. Malfoy stared at the Gryffindors with a gloomy expression, lost in thought.

Professor Flitwick, however, remained oblivious, still engrossed in his teaching of spells.

Oh, that's not right either.

Ron was still poking the feathers on the table with his wand, clearly unaware of what had just happened. Seeing that things had quieted down, he looked around blankly.

The eerie atmosphere persisted until the end of get out of class.

All is well.

This disappointed the Slytherins.

Professor Flitwick hurriedly left after assigning today's homework, as he had to rush to teach the fifth-grade wizards an outdoor spell practice session.

Hermione had just finished tidying up her textbooks and was about to get up when a figure suddenly appeared from behind, a strong shoulder slamming into her. She felt a surge of force, lost her balance, and fell to the ground, scattering her neatly arranged books all over the floor.

"Excuse me, Miss Know-It-All. Are you alright?"

Although it was an apology, it lacked sincerity and sounded more like mockery.

"Who told you to be in my way?"

The three young Gryffindor wizards, with their arms around each other's shoulders, looked at Hermione with mockery, while two young witches stood behind them.

"We warned you, didn't we, Miss Know-It-All, not to get too close to certain people."

"Next time, it won't be as simple as losing shoes or textbooks."

"Miss Know-It-All probably didn't bring many clothes, right? It's normal for there to be rats in the castle that chew up other people's clothes."

Lost shoes can be exchanged, and lost textbooks can be replaced with old ones from graduates, but what if clothes are torn?

One of the young witches leaned down and whispered a warning to Hermione, then tossed her head with an arrogant expression, while the others laughed and joked.

"Look, her hair looks like a messy bird's nest."

"Her two front teeth look just like a beaver's."

"That's right, Miss Beaver, hahaha."

The two girls mocked Hermione without restraint, and the three boys joined in with their comments.

I was just about to leave.

As soon as I turned around and took a step, I heard a 'thud', as if I had bumped into a wall.

"Ouch!"

The young wizard at the front was bounced and fell flat on his backside. The other young wizards followed suit like dominoes, all tumbling to the ground. After all, their attention had been focused on Hermione.

How could there possibly be a wall here?

There was indeed no wall there, nor was it a wall; it was Dudley's body.

At this moment, he was looking down at them from his elevated position.

From the conversation just now, Dali could roughly figure out the general idea.

Isn't this also school bullying?

Just like when I first arrived in Slytherin.

The only difference is that he was bullied because he offended a "powerful figure (Malfoy)," while Hermione was bullied because she was unsociable and was isolated and bullied because she hung out with her Slytherin self.

In fact, there is no difference between the two in essence.

It's all school bullying.

"What are you going to do?"

One of the five Gryffindor wizards shrieked, speaking to Dudley with a fierce but weak voice, like an angry Chihuahua.

But we all know what a Chihuahua is; it's just that it barks fiercely.

He looks like he can beat anyone, but in reality, he can't beat anyone.

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask: what are you going to do?"

Dali spoke in a slow and deliberate tone, gradually bending down to get closer to the group.

Hermione changed into a different pair of shoes. Dudley noticed it a long time ago, but she never said anything, so Dudley didn't ask and just assumed she wanted to change her shoes.

"First, you should apologize. Second, I think it's necessary to discuss the matter regarding the shoes."

Dali said, word by word.

Third, I believe you should learn to respect people.

"Miss Beaver" is a name I've never used.

"Dalsley, are you going to stand up for her?"

"Don't think we're afraid of you. There are five of us here."

The last sentence sounded very weak and unconvincing.

From a distance, most people thought Dudley was just a strong wizard who didn't look like a first-year student, but when they faced Dudley up close, they felt a chill run down their spines.

It's definitely not just about being strong.

Dudley merely glanced at the little witch indifferently.

One glance. Just one glance. Only one glance.

It was as if she had been targeted by some terrifying flood or ferocious beast, which was opening its blood-red maw to swallow her whole.

It felt like being in an extremely cold hell, where the blood in one's body instantly reversed or even froze, and even breathing was taken away.

The concept of momentum is quite mysterious, yet it certainly exists.

Like Snape, many Gryffindor wizards remember him as a greasy old bat who didn't speak loudly, but his words had a kind of magic that made people listen to him and do as he instructed.

In fact, even the Weasley brothers, the most mischievous members of Gryffindor, dared not cause trouble in his class.

Under Dudley's imposing presence, the two girls and three boys trembled in fear. This was still in the classroom; if they were to encounter each other alone, they might not even have the courage to stand up.

Gryffindor of courage. Ah.

"Yes, this is a classroom, and it's full of Gryffindors!"

The little witch's eyes darted around, and she immediately raised her voice several times higher, shrieking, "Slytherin, what are you doing? Trying to bully Gryffindor?"

That's a very smart move.

Gryffindor is often a disorganized bunch, but they only come together and work as one when it comes to something.

Yes, when fighting against Slytherin.

Hearing her call, the Gryffindor wizards who were leaving or in the process of leaving all stopped and turned their gazes toward Dudley and the others.

Before long, a group of Gryffindors had gathered.

"Look at all these of us, now you know how powerful we are."

Seeing so many people gathered, the Gryffindors' fear lessened considerably, and their lost courage regained its footing.

The question is, is having more people useful?

My personal opinion is that there are scumbags everywhere, regardless of academy, bloodline, profession, or country.

James is a bully. Although he targeted Snape in Slytherin, do you think he would still be targeted if Snape were in Gryffindor, where he was so close to Lily?

Of course, if you're going to argue that Gryffindor doesn't have such a person, then you're right.

(End of this chapter)