Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 81, Question 79: Do you need me to use truth serum? (Second update, please subscribe and vote)

"Really? Do I need to use truth serum?"

Dali grinned, and to the five of them, it looked as if the dragon had opened its blood-red maw, ready to swallow them whole at any moment.

"I just cooked a batch recently."

Dali took out a bottle of clear liquid from the small bag at his waist and placed it on the table.

Truth serum (perfect)

It was just a casual glance at it. After all, she was just a first-year wizard. Even with the greatest talent, it was already an impossible task for her to brew the potion. But when she saw the potion clearly, not only Professor McGonagall but also Dumbledore were shocked.

As renowned wizards in the wizarding world, even though their potion-making skills were inferior to Snape's, they could still discern the quality of potions and were knowledgeable about their stuff.

The potion that Dudley produced was undoubtedly the finest of the finest.

"Did you make this?"

"Yes."

Dali nodded.

As a spellcaster, it is necessary to appropriately demonstrate one's abilities to gain more attention and a greater voice.

Gently picking up the truth serum from the table, Dumbledore held it up to the light for a moment, then exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Amazing."

He had seen too many powerful wizards and too many genius wizards in his life, but Dudley was the only one he could praise so highly.

Truth Potion is a potion that even most sixth-year students and the vast majority of adult wizards can't make, let alone first-year students. Even if they could, the success rate would be incredibly low. Dudley's ability to make potions of this caliber is already enough to make him a master. If someone knows a large number of potions and can even independently develop new ones, then they can be called a Potions Master.

It's simply unbelievable that a first-grader could produce this level of truth serum.

He can no longer be described simply as a genius.

If Dudley hadn't said it, Dumbledore probably would have thought Snape was behind it.

"Professor Snape was the best teacher."

Dudley said rather modestly.

His exceptional talent for potion-making, combined with his diligent and studious nature, and his Data Magic Eye.

In the eyes of others, potion making is incredibly tedious, complicated, and has an extremely low success rate.

For Dali, isn't having hands enough?

"It seems you've finished this week's homework ahead of schedule."

Snape's lips curled up slightly, forming a barely perceptible arc.

He truly inherited Lily's talent.

"Yes, Professor Snape."

"How about we switch to other potions this weekend, like Thunderbrew or Edrus's Potion? What do you think?"

Thunder Brew Potion, a defensive potion that creates a storm around the user, stunning and damaging nearby enemies.

Edrus Potion, also a defensive potion, covers the skin with a rock-like protective film after consumption, making it very strong and increasing one's defensive capabilities. Its effect is similar to the Ironclad Charm in spells.

Neither of the two potions mentioned above is less difficult to obtain than the Truth Potion.

Showing off, showing off the fruit.

"Okay, Professor."

For Dudley, the difficulty of any potion is about the same; as long as you are willing to teach him, he can easily master it.

Unbeknownst to Snape, Dudley had already begun attempting to improve and develop new potions.

Professor McGonagall watched their back-and-forth conversation with great envy, and she also longed for a student who could carry on her mantle.

Unfortunately, Dudley's transformation course results were mediocre; he could only make objects resemble their shapes without changing their essence.

That's for sure; if Dudley wanted to turn an apple into a wrench like a wizard, he'd have to learn about equivalent exchange.

"Let's get back to the main topic."

While the others were still marveling at Dudley's potion-making talent, Dudley had already pulled out a second bottle of potion.

He never forgot his purpose.

He pulled off the bottle cap, pinched it, and flicked it lightly, hitting the little wizard's palm, causing the wizard to cry out in pain. Then he dripped a drop of the potion onto his fingertip, flicked it again, and a drop of Truth Potion landed precisely in the wizard's mouth.

Professor McGonagall realized that by the time she tried to stop it, the other person had already reflexively swallowed it.

Then came a question-and-answer session.

Five minutes later, the atmosphere in the principal's office cooled down.

In fact, the bullies were definitely not limited to Hermione alone, nor were they limited to first-year students. However, they could act much more recklessly towards her because she had a Slytherin friend.

Justifiably.

"Minerva, please take them to Filch first and ask him to keep an eye on these students."

Dumbledore rubbed his temples, which were throbbing again. "I'll have their family come over tomorrow and process their expulsion."

There have been quite a few young wizards who dropped out of Hogwarts in its history.

In five minutes, they heard about some very terrible events, both those that had happened and those that were about to happen.

"Furthermore, Gryffindor lost a full 200 points for this."

This time, Professor McGonagall, as the head of Gryffindor, remained silent, her face ashen, and led a few young wizards toward Filch's location.

They were locked up in solitary confinement without even being allowed to return to the rest room; you can imagine how egregious that was.

Humans are creatures that are most ruthless in oppressing their fellow human beings.

"Albus, it seems that Gryffindor has quite a few talented people. They may not know dark magic, but their hearts may not be much better than those of dark wizards. In some aspects, they may even be better."

Shortly after Professor McGonagall left, Snape launched into a sarcastic remark without any mercy.

Unlike Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, he had witnessed the evil side of Gryffindor in his youth.

Unprovoked evil, taking advantage of the numbers to bully the few, using every means to bully, extreme foul language and extreme humiliation, saying "just a joke, just a joke," but almost taking his life.

Of course, he did fight back, but ultimately, he couldn't fight against overwhelming odds.

Dumbledore emphasized: "Severus, that's just an exception, an isolated case."

"Exceptions? Five exceptions? Even the Patchis Crucible Shop's promotions aren't that bad."

Snape's mocking smile deepened: "A massive number of isolated cases?"

School bullying is certainly not something that is only led by a few first-year wizards; it is mostly instigated by upperclassmen, and it is not just Gryffindor. The other houses are probably not much better off.

Has the problem gotten this serious?

Dumbledore ignored Snape's words and pulled out a jar of candy from somewhere. The jar was emitting a constant buzzing sound, and it was undoubtedly a honey candy.

He loves sweets, and eating sweets helps relieve his inner depression.

After eating a few candies, Dumbledore's mood improved significantly. This time, instead of asking Snape, he went straight to Dudley.

"Mr. Dursley, are you satisfied with this outcome?"

Dudley's answer was very straightforward: "Of course I'm not satisfied."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore added a few more candies, which was truly frustrating.

"They've been fired."

"Just soon."

Dali pursed his lips, saying that to be honest, even being fired was too lenient.

"Even if they are expelled from Hogwarts, they can still study at other magic schools; there are three such schools in Europe alone."

"But Professor Dumbledore, have you considered that for those who are victims of school bullying, this may become a shadow that haunts them for the rest of their lives, requiring a lifetime to heal?"

At this point, Dali took a deep breath and said in an extremely serious and firm tone, "I believe we should address the problem at its source."

I think

"Hogwarts shouldn't have four houses."

(End of this chapter)