Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

Does this mean that the Potter who defeated the Dark Lord was really a powerful Dark wizard?Or Dursley?

"Mr. Lucius, here's something to show you."

Ignoring Lucius's random thoughts, he took out a bucket filled with an unknown black liquid, which exuded an unpleasant pungent smell.

"Do you know what this is?"

Dudley pointed to the barrel, and Lucius took a closer look, almost fainted by the smell.

"It seems that you don't recognize it either."

"This is the diary you put in the Ginny bucket. Do you know what it is?"

Lucius frowned, isn't it a special black magic item?

"Do you know about Horcruxes?"

Dudley didn't tell him directly but asked again.

Horcrux?

Lucius shook his head. Although he is a dark wizard, his knowledge reserve is not rich.

He is more interested in money and power than studying magic.

"Through an evil ritual. Split part of your soul and put it into an item. Do you know what it means?"

"It means that as long as the Horcrux is intact, even if the body is destroyed, you can't die. You can be reborn after a while."

Lucius' gray pupils gradually widened as Dudley narrated.

Horror written all over it.

He seemed to already know why the man was not dead.

And he

"Yes, you guessed right, Horcrux. Your mistake destroyed his Horcrux. Do you think he will forgive you?"

At this moment, Lucius' heart felt cold, his face was as pale as white paper, his legs limp and he sat on the ground.

If it was just the defection after the downfall of Voldemort, Lucius was still confident that he would be able to pay a certain price with his eloquence and be safe, but if he touched the key item for the resurrection of that person.

As one of Voldemort's earliest supporters, he knew exactly what that man was like.

In fact, Lucius's reaction is very good now. The principal of a certain school was so frightened that his pants were wet when he heard the news of the man's return.

There is no one who is not afraid of madmen, or madmen who love to kill.

"Take a step back, even if he didn't give you an Avada, guess how he will treat you and your family who are not trusted."

"You, your wife, and Draco will all bear his mark, and the Malfoy family will never stand up."

Lucius may not be a good man or a good wizard, but at least he is a good husband and a good father.

"You have to help him, you have to help him!"

Lucius grabbed Dudley's pant leg and begged.

"I'll be Draco even if you don't tell me, but my friend."

The next day, Lucius took his wife and left the manor in a hurry. The reason was that the Malfoy family had some business matters to deal with, and Draco was in charge of the Malfoy manor.

"Brother D, I had a strange dream last night."

That day Harry woke up from his sleep, walked out of the room yawning, and kept rubbing the scar on his forehead.

Dudley's heart skipped a beat and he asked, "What did you dream about?"

Harry recalled it, looking unhappy: "A boa constrictor and Peter Pettigrew. And a goblin with Voldemort's face."

"Wrinkled and without a nose, it's just too ugly."

Harry looked disgusted as if thinking of something disgusting, and he didn't even have a good appetite for the boiled eggs for breakfast.

Dudley nodded to show that he understood, and then said to several other people at the dinner table.

"From today we're going to learn a rather useful magical technique—"

"Occlumency."

"Everyone try to complete it during the holidays."

It was another profound magic skill, and several people were eager to try it.

The days at Malfoy Manor were quite comfortable, eating well and living well.

This stay is nearly a month.

During this period, I don’t know whether Harry and Neville have reached the puberty period, or the food at Malfoy Manor is exceptionally good. In short, the height and weight of the two are gradually increasing, although the body size is still smaller than that of Dudley. It's not worth mentioning, but the muscles on his body have begun to take shape, showing a tendency to approach Dudley.

By the way, even Ron's height has skyrocketed, only Draco is still the same, no matter how much he eats, he doesn't grow up.

Draco has repeatedly expressed his dissatisfaction with his body shape.

"Obviously I did it first." The cry full of grievances made everyone who heard it feel compassion.

But height is not something that can be increased if you want to.

"Brother D, help me."

Draco looked at Dudley pitifully, like an abandoned little daughter-in-law, and Hermione's eyelids twitched.

So from then on, Draco had to drink a cup of potion that was three times more bitter than Coptis chinensis before going to bed every day.

Chapter 253 251 Bulgarian demon?

After finishing a normal day of exercise, Draco approached Dudley with a shy expression on his face.

"Brother D."

Dudley didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, the meaning was very obvious.

Let go of the fart.

Under Dudley's gaze, Draco shivered and spoke a lot more quickly.

"That's right, I got some tickets for the Quidditch World Cup, do you want to?"

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Dudley looked at Draco seriously: "You should know, we don't have much interest in Quidditch."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Even if it's the World Cup, I don't have much interest. If I have time to watch the game, I might as well practice a few more spells and learn more knowledge.

The main reason is that Dudley is really not interested in this sport.

According to the rules of the Quidditch game, just catching the Snitch earned 150 points and ended the game, and Dudley could catch the thing in under a minute if he wanted to.

The Snitch, who is as quick as lightning and as nimble as a cat in the eyes of others, is just like that in Dudley's eyes.

It doesn't make much sense at all.

"Actually, Pansy and the others asked me to invite you over."

Draco hesitated for a long time before he opened his mouth and looked at Dudley with lowered eyebrows: "Everyone misses Brother D very much."

miss?

School will start soon, won't we be able to see you anytime?

Seeing Dudley's lack of interest, Draco bit the bullet and continued talking nervously.

"They have prepared a lot of delicate biscuits and black tea, which are very chewy and guarantee your satisfaction."

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"When will the game start?"

"It will be held next Monday night."

"Speak to other people and get their opinion."

"So Brother D, you agree?!"

Draco exclaimed in surprise.

Proper relaxation is okay. After all, I have been studying for nearly a holiday. It is not impossible to consider a change of mood and relax. Anyway, the Quidditch World Cup does not add up to a few days.

Well, Dudley would never admit that his 'teething stick' ate it anyway.

Not surprisingly, everyone agreed.

Occlumency practitioners will split their heads, and proper relaxation is very necessary.

Soon came Monday, and Dudley and others also successfully arrived at the Quidditch World Cup venue in Dartmoor, where Harry won No.1 in the World's Number One Wizard Card Contest last semester.

Certainly not the key through the door

That thing is as unfriendly to the stomach as the Knight Bus.

The Quidditch World Cup is a competition held every four years. Teams are selected from various countries in the world. Just like the World Cup held by ordinary people, Quidditch fans from all over the world will flock here. Preliminary estimates There are as many as a hundred thousand wizards.

The wizard in charge of the registration at the Quidditch station searched for a while on a scroll with writing that could slide up and down, and said, "Little Mr. Malfoy, little Mr. Malfoy, I found it. Walk about a quarter of a mile, the first That's Camp One. You're at Camp One, and the groundskeeper is Mr Payne."

Of course, Payne here isn't the one making the world feel the pain.

Otherwise, the Quidditch World Cup might turn into an anti-mi cup.

On anti-mi (physically) Dudley is the second and no one dares to be the first.

The first camp where the few people were located undoubtedly belonged to the VIP seats. Not only did they have money, they also had a certain status to get this position.

The wizards who can stay here are, without exception, either rich or noble.

Hundreds of oddly shaped tents line the interior of First Camp.

Without exception, they have all been cast with the No Trace Stretching Curse, and the inside is much larger than it looks outside.

How exaggerated can wizards' tents be?

Dudley saw a tent painted with exaggerated colorful stripes directly in front of it, and there were several live peacocks tied to the entrance.Next to it was a huge tent that was four or five stories high like a small palace, and several crocodiles and pumas were tied to the door.

The most exaggerated tent is that there is a garden in front of the door, with various flowers blooming in it, and a fountain spraying seven colors in the center of the garden. However, there are two stone lions at the door, and there are still hanging on the door. There are two red lanterns with the word "Xi" written on them. The very strange combination looks nondescript, and it feels like a forced combination of Chinese and Western.

Dudley and the others even saw a tent holding the banner of 'Salem Wizarding Academy', which is a magic school located in the United States. Those who didn't know it thought they were here for exchange activities, not to watch Quidditch game.

"Look, look! It's Viktor, the Bulgarian Seeker!"

Ron said in a loud voice full of excitement. He was the only one among them who was interested in Quidditch, or the only one among the six members of the disciplinary group who could be called a Quidditch fan.

His eyes were shining brightly and he was pointing not far away - a group of tents with photos of the same person pasted on them.

It is said to be a gathering place for wizards from Bulgaria.

And those photos are all of Bulgarian Quidditch star player - Viktor Krum.

A strong man with a cropped cut.

Dudley looked at the white, green, and red flag with a weird expression on his face. He didn't pay attention to Viktor or anything. If Dudley had the deepest impression on Bulgaria, it was the one who said "Hot Girl, Fuck" The arrogant demon king.

I don't know if it's because Dudley is face-blind, but in a trance, he always feels that this Viktor is somewhat similar to that demon king.

Let's just hope he doesn't impromptu dance after the game.

Dudley and the others used the tents provided by the Malfoy family. Although they were not as ostentatious as the ones they had seen before, they were still very flamboyant. The exquisite wooden door frames and silky smooth tent fabrics were worth nothing at first glance. Fei.

Not to mention inside, if I had to describe it in one word, it would be - trench.

"Mr. Dursley, you are finally here."

Just when Harry and the others had finished setting up the tent, a joyful and respectful voice sounded beside him.

Turning around, it turned out that Carlo brought a group of wizards of his age over.

In fact, before Draco invited Dudley, Carlo had already invited him, but he didn't expressly accept it at that time, so it was natural to inform him after accepting Draco's invitation.

The wizards who followed Carlo showed affection to Dudley one after another, and their attitudes were very eager. Except for the "senior" who was "arranged" by Dudley, there were some they didn't know.

Dudley responded one by one with a smile, and at the same time pulled Hermione, Harry, Ron, Neville and others to introduce them to everyone.

The whole communication atmosphere is very friendly and harmonious.