Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

"If Peter really repented, would you choose to forgive?"

Dudley took out a cup of cocoa from his bag, heated it briefly with a charm and handed it to Harry.

He would not keep saying it was for Harry's own good like Sirius did. Harry was just a child and couldn't dirty his hands. It would be cruel to him and so on.

The death of the Potters is a fact and cannot be reversed by saying that Harry is just a child. They were betrayed and killed. This is a process that Harry must go through and face.

The revenge of his parents only makes sense if Harry takes it personally.

Dudley would only support him with practical actions like this.

"No, I won't." Harry drank a little cocoa, and there was a trace of blood on his pale lips: "Brother D, you have taught me that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, so even if he sincerely repented, I will still kill him, but I will make his death a little more comfortable.”

Dudley nodded after hearing this. He very much agreed with Harry's approach.

Man must take responsibility for what he has done.

Perhaps deep down in Peter's heart, he felt a little guilty about the Potters, but it was nothing compared to his life.

If you ask Peter if he regrets it, then he definitely regrets it, but he does not regret it because of the Potters, but he regrets being caught.

"If he had been braver, if he had not chosen to report, maybe I would still call him Uncle Peter today."

Harry said with emotion and took another sip of the hot cocoa in the cup: "It's just that there are not so many ifs in this world."

"I've avenged half of my parents' revenge, and what's left is Voldemort."

"Harry." Dudley said: "I suggest you not to say this name unless necessary. You can call him Senior Tom or Tom like me. It's not because of fear. In order to make others more afraid of him, At the same time, in order to find out who was working against him, I put a 'forbidden curse' on this name."

"He can sense the location of the person who says this name."

"That name can be said, but it's not necessary."

"Unless you can reach Professor Dumbledore's level."

Harry nodded.

Dudley glanced at the silent Peter, waved his wand a few times intentionally or unintentionally, and then spoke to the forest next to him.

"Aragog, let your descendants come out to wash the ground. Remember to clean this place up."

Peter's body was found, even if he was a wanted criminal, it would be very troublesome. After all, this is Hogwarts.

Along with the sound of rustling leaves, several huge eight-eyed spiders crawled out of the woods. The largest eight-eyed spider waved its claws at Dudley hatefully.

"My children and grandchildren are not cleaning tools."

Aragog, the leader of the Acromantula clan in the deep recesses of the Forbidden Forest.

When I first saw it, it was in a very bad condition. Due to age, various parts of its body had deteriorated. Its eight huge eyes were also covered with a layer of gray, and it was almost blind.

Unexpectedly, two years later, it seemed to be more energetic than before when it was already waiting for death?No, it's not just the spirit. Its body is also bigger. The two huge fangs are shining brightly in the moonlight, and they are sharper, as if they have been replaced with new ones.

In its previous state, it would not leave the station with a few tribesmen. There are too many things in the Forbidden Forest that can threaten their lives.

Although it sounded very dissatisfied, its movements showed no intention of stopping at all. The few Acromantulas it brought had sprayed white sticky threads from their abdomens, wrapping Peter's body in layers.

They were cleaning the corpses with extremely skillful movements.

"You brought the four newest fire dragons into the forest, right? Do you know what they made the Forbidden Forest look like?"

"They! They hunted unscrupulously in the Forbidden Forest, flying in the air without any scruples, making the small animals tremble in fear, hiding in their nests and refusing to come out. There was not even a single piece of food in the entire Forbidden Forest!"

"My descendants will no longer be able to hunt normally!"

As Aragog spoke, he rubbed his fangs and kept making hissing sounds. In line with his unique hoarse voice, if he made a laugh like "Jie Jie Jie" again, he would be able to cosplay the elders of the Soul Palace.

"so what?"

Facing Dudley's rhetorical question, Aragog lost his temper and softened his words instantly.

"I hope you can restrain their behavior, at least stay away from the depression where we live."

Although Aragog sounded like he was questioning, in fact it was just complaining. Given 1 courages, it wouldn't dare to question Dudley now.

Yes, Aragog was afraid of Dudley.

It would be more accurate to say that he was not just afraid of Dudley.

Take a look at the magical creatures that Dudley has tamed. Putting aside the natural enemies of the basilisk for now, there are four or five fire dragons alone, which will undoubtedly pose a great threat to the Acromantula clan.

In fact, even without the fire dragon, just the battle two years ago had already made it unable to muster the will to resist.

Of course, the main reason why it actually obeys your orders is not this.

Instead, Dudley holds a potion that can extend the life of the Acromantula.

The reason why Aragog's condition improved was because he took this potion.

Yes, it has become younger, and it can clearly feel that its body, which had stopped growing and gradually aged, is rejuvenated again.

So for the sake of the race and for survival, it will always obey Dudley.

"I see."

"I'll talk to them about it."

Dudley agreed to Aragog's request not because of the future of the Acromantula, but mainly because he did not want to destroy the ecological balance of the Forbidden Forest.

"You can call us anytime if you need us."

Aragog said humbly, leading his tribe to slowly disappear into the forest.

The ground was cleaned extremely clean, and these Acromantulas did not spare even a drop of blood.

Chapter 328 Chapter 326 Good news about Voldemort

Inside an old house on the outskirts of Newport, Wales.

Voldemort's current mood can be described as terrible.

The planned resurrection ceremony was ruined, and Potter, who planned to execute him as a sacrifice in front of all his Death Eater subordinates, not only failed but also ambushed them.

The Death Eaters suffered heavy losses

The heavy losses here do not refer to casualties.

The Death Eaters he summoned that night all held high positions in the Ministry of Magic. In the past, all Death Eaters were in the management ranks.

Regardless of these people's ability in combat, their influence is undoubtedly the greatest.

Unexpectedly, they were all captured by the Aurors.

If they were all imprisoned in Azkaban, that would be the absolute worst case scenario. With his current ability, he would not be able to control Azkaban.

If you don't have strong power to suppress things like dementors, they won't mind imprisoning you as a food (happiness) reserve, just like the Death Eaters currently imprisoned in Azkaban.

Fortunately, he still has a body and can exert some power. If he turns into a state of water and steam that is worse than even a wandering soul at the beginning, and can only survive by possessing some small animals, that would be the most despairing thing. thing.

"My master, your loyal servant has returned."

A humble voice sounded outside the door. One of the several Death Eaters he rescued that night, Avery hurried in. The first thing he saw when he saw Voldemort was crawling at his feet.

Voldemort had liked this attitude of Death Eaters in the past, as he considered it a sign of loyalty.Now that my body has shrunk and changed into a fairy look, I naturally like it even more.

"Everyone else was captured by the Aurors. With Moody and Scrimgeour here, plus Dumbledore, no one except us can escape."

After hearing Avery's words, Voldemort's face turned even uglier.

It can be said that the entire army was wiped out.

If this elite group of Death Eaters were caught, all that would be left would be a ragtag group of people.

"Master, in the past few days, the Wizengamot has not made any intention to sentence them."

Avery, who was lying on the ground, raised his head slightly, looked at Voldemort's face and said cautiously, for fear that he would say anything wrong and cause the Voldemort's resentment.

He had a bad temper before, and now it's even worse.

"Huh?" Voldemort's eyes lit up when he heard this: "They were not punished for such an obvious situation?"

"It appears they got away with it some other way."

"Perhaps the current Ministry of Magic is not of the same mind."

When so many officials have problems at the same time, it is a very troublesome thing in itself. If the Minister of Magic acts decisively and resolutely, it will be fine. If he is unable to stretch his hips and has poor wrists, there will be opportunities to take advantage of him.

The performance of the Aurors that night should not be like this. Dumbledore personally led the team.

"Who is the Minister for Magic now?"

"It's Cornelius Fudge, my lord."

"Connelly? Fudge? Never heard of it."

Voldemort thought about it for a moment, but he couldn't find any information about this person in his mind.

"Tell me about this person."

After hearing Voldemort's question, Avery quickly told him all the information he knew about Fudge.

Before becoming the Minister of Magic, Fudge served as the head of the Magical Accidents and Disasters Department. He had mediocre qualifications, average abilities, and no political achievements. Most of the work was left to his subordinates.Voldemort never paid attention to such a character in the past, so naturally he didn't know about him.

The reason why he was able to sit on the throne of the Minister of Magic was purely because the officials of that term of the Ministry of Magic were not good as a whole. Barty Crouch, who was the most promising to sit on the position of Minister of Magic, was completely eliminated because of his son's matter. Another most prestigious wizard, Dumbledore, was still unwilling to serve as Minister of Magic.

Then he got a big deal.

For Fudge, it was equivalent to waking up after a long sleep and becoming the Minister of Magic for no apparent reason.

"What a complete waste."

Voldemort commented after hearing this.

Timid, lack of opinion, and greedy for power.

Voldemort summed up Fudge very accurately.

After so many years, he has not yet secured his position as Minister of Magic, and yet he is still being sent shouting letters and an entire office by ordinary wizards?If this isn't iron waste, what is it?

No, even if the tough guy pulls his hips in a fight, at least he looks mighty and domineering, but what about Fudge?

He sat in the most powerful position in England.

After making the evaluation, Voldemort was smiling.

It's really the best news I've heard in the past few days.

If nothing else, these Aurors were doing useless work, and Dumbledore was also doing useless work.

Only when the clouds on Voldemort's face cleared away and a hint of joy appeared did Avery dare to tell him the information he knew.

"I heard that Scrimgeour reported Fudge the same day he captured your loyal servants."

"But Fudge seemed unwilling to believe it, and even less willing to take over the matter. He scolded him severely. For this, the two of them had a big quarrel in the minister's office, and the wizards outside heard it."

"In the end, it was Dumbledore who interceded as the chief wizard of the Wizengamot to calm down the situation."

"Transferred the handling of this matter to the Wizengamot"

Avery's words undoubtedly verified Voldemort's conjecture.

"Don't worry, my servants will come out soon, but they may have to pay a small price."

"Don't worry. As long as the person is fine, everything else is a minor problem."

"When I fully return, I'll just make up for them."

Voldemort said confidently.

The Wizengamot?He knew the Wizengamot too well. What else would those wizards do besides fight for power?

Many of his subordinates are members of the Wizengamot themselves.

Let them judge themselves?

Isn't this a replica of 'Who in the hall is suing me'?

The goblin's unique little eyes shine with a light called hope.

If the Ministry of Magic is united, he will still be afraid of one or two things. If the Ministry of Magic is like this, he will not be afraid of any more.

"Avery, my loyal servant. You must keep an eye on this matter. Once the others are acquitted, you must find them immediately and bring them to me."

"Also give me these potion ingredients."