Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 85, Section 83. Pass it on; Dursley used only a spell.

"Very good, he has potion-making talent second only to Lily."

Snape sounded somewhat impatient, seemingly reluctant to discuss Dudley with Dumbledore: "Maybe he can inherit all my potions, maybe he can rise even higher, perhaps even become Minister for Magic. Tsk. Who knows."

"But Albus, don't spoil him too much. Even Aurors can't overuse Truth Potion, let alone a little wizard who hasn't even finished his first year."

Compared to the serious Snape, Dumbledore's tone was much more cheerful. He put two more candies in his mouth and winked at Snape.

"Severus, you said it yourself, he's just a child. No one would believe that a first-year wizard could make Veritaserum. And I think he's right, Hogwarts needs to change things up."

"And when it comes to not spoiling him, aren't you the one who should?"

Snape didn't answer Dumbledore, but just snorted and forcefully flicked the sleeve of his pure black robe: "If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

After Snape left, Dumbledore remained seated, pondering Dudley's words.

"A very trendy theory."

There's a reason for merging the four colleges, but he simply can't do it.

Then he thought of Dali's saying, "Education should be provided to all without discrimination."

"If it weren't for the Slytherin atmosphere, Tom might not have made it this way."

Who knows?

"What do you principals think?"

Dumbledore asked the portraits of past headmasters above his head.

"What an amazing little wizard, he knows so much."

The old witch with long, flowing silver hair immediately opened her eyes and exclaimed in admiration.

Delis de Winter.

In addition to being the headmaster of Hogwarts, he was also a very famous healer.

"The idea of ​​merging four colleges into one is truly a bold one."

This is a gaunt, white-haired wizard, Armando Dippet, the headmaster before Dumbledore.

"Albus, his ideas are even more imaginative than yours, and he's even bolder. He really should be in Gryffindor. How did you, the Sorting Hat, assign students?"

His tone was full of admiration for Dali.

"Hey, you just praised his idea. With four houses combined, what Gryffindor is left?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a scene appeared to refute him.

"He's ambitious. I see his ambition. He's a true Slytherin."

This time, the speaker was a somewhat cunning old man, Phineas Nigellus Black, the only Slytherin headmaster in Hogwarts' history. He was also known as Hogwarts' most unpopular headmaster.

"Shut up, Phineas!"

Poor Phineas had barely finished speaking when he was dragged away by the principals in the next picture frame.

He was also shouting things like "the glory of Slytherin."

"He's right, I think a disciplinary team should also be established."

This time, the speaker was a wizard with a pale face and short black bangs.

Evra.

He is a very famous figure in the history of Hogwarts, and he has a high reputation in the wizarding world.

"Albus, he's right, you really should think about it."

"I know, I know."

Dumbledore nodded, and no one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

"Oh my god. It's so late already. I wonder if the Skull Band has arrived yet. We should get ready to start the dinner."

The hall was filled with colorful Halloween decorations, and a thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceiling. Another thousand, like low-lying dark clouds, hovered and danced above the dining table, causing the candle flames inside the pumpkins to flicker and float up and down in the sky.

It's safe to say the festive atmosphere is very strong.

If we ignore the fact that the Gryffindor long table has one less spot for first-year wizards.

"Dali, are you alright?"

When Hermione and the others saw Dudley walk into the hall as if nothing had happened, they surrounded him with delight.

Looking around, he tried to find out if Dali was missing anything.

"Didn't Professor Dumbledore give you a hard time?"

Dudley patted Hermione's head: "Of course it's okay. I told you, we're in the right."

Reason prevails everywhere.

Yes, it's not just about theory, but also about physics.

He patted Harry and Ron on the shoulder again: "Ron, thank you for standing up for me at this crucial moment."

"No, I... I didn't do anything."

Ron was a little embarrassed by what was said, but then he suddenly remembered something and his face lit up with joy: "Mr. Dursley, you called me by the right name."

Almost everyone mispronounces his name to some extent, except for Harry.

But now there's one more.

"Don't call me Mr. Dursley. If you don't mind, you can call me D-bro, like Harry does."

Harry was slightly unhappy upon hearing this, but it was quickly forgotten.

"Okay, D-bro," Ron said happily.

"Brother D, I think I need to intensify my training. I don't want to be unable to do anything like this today."

"We should strengthen it, not just in terms of physical training."

"Starting tomorrow, I'll set aside some time to teach you spells."

Dudley had a different approach, and his theoretical knowledge was more than enough to teach Harry and the others.

As for the reason, the disciplinary team can't just have him as the only one.

"Really?" Harry and Ron asked with delight.

Today, Dali's mini-sun-level "fluorescent flash" really opened their eyes; it was incredibly cool.

Dudley suddenly turned to Neville, who was sitting alone on the bench, and said, "Mr. Longbottom, if you don't mind, let's meet at the Hogwarts gates at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

He extended a sincere invitation to Nave, and then added a final sentence.

"Your body is really suited for exercise."

"Really, really?"

Neville looked incredulous and stammered as he spoke.

Dudley nodded: "Of course, if you'd like."

"I do."

Neville quickly replied that he had long wanted to join Darryl and his group.

Dudley stayed at the Gryffindor table for a while, then returned to the Slytherin table just before the banquet was about to begin.

At the Slytherin table, Dudley was accompanied only by Malfoy and his two henchmen.

To be precise, Malfoy was to stay with Dudley, and Crabbe and Goyle were dragged over by him. The two chubby boys sat trembling next to Malfoy, their faces pale, looking as if they were about to die.

"Why are you so afraid of me? I'm not going to eat you." Dali muttered to himself, stroking his smooth chin.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them trembled even more violently.

Malfoy seemed to know something and quietly explained it to Dudley.

Whether or not they eat people is another matter. I don't know where the rumor came from, but it says that Dudley used only one spell to make Gryffindor kill each other.

The benches in Gryffindor's first year are proof of this.

This made the young wizards of Slytherin even more in awe of Dudley.

Those who fear him will naturally fear him even more.

Shortly after everyone was seated at the Slytherin table, the professors gradually took their seats, and the banquet officially began with Dumbledore's announcement.

Dudley casually picked up a small lamb chop, put it in his mouth, and pried it open, revealing a whole bone. As he chewed, he said, "Actually, once you get to know me, you'll find that I'm very approachable, and quite refined and easygoing."

"Right, Draco?"

When Dudley singled him out, Malfoy said something he didn't believe himself.

"Uh, yes, Brother D."

(End of this chapter)