Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

Even if Potter wasn't a dark wizard, he must be a powerful wizard, and this Dursley was not an easy character.

Don't blame if you can't.

Slytherins are only on the side of the victor.

"Clean up here, and don't spread the news about what happened today."

"Headmaster." A Slytherin senior said.

"There is no need to tell Professor Snape about such a trivial matter, we can handle it ourselves."

Then the prefect glanced at Marcus lying on the ground with disgust: "When this idiot wakes up, tell him that I don't want to see any more news about his troubles this year."

He was extremely disappointed with Marcus' performance today.

"And...don't mess with Dudley Dursley again, at least until I graduate."

In fact, he didn't need to say, the Slytherins in the first, second and third grades would also consciously keep this secret collectively, and no one wanted to spread the news about their own spanking.

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In addition to the Slytherin lounge, the dormitory is also mainly decorated in green and silver. Fortunately, the lights in the dormitory are still in normal colors. If it is green, it is really not suitable for reading.

He said he was going to sleep, but in fact it was still early, so Dudley first arranged the items in the suitcase one by one, checked the items he brought, and started his potion plan again.

Things like potions must be practiced more.

Except for products that use electricity that cannot be used, other products can be driven normally, such as an old-fashioned camera, and experimental equipment made by ordinary people can also be used.

After successfully making a few bottles of potion and carefully putting them into the potion's satchel, Dudley picked up a book and lay down on the bed and began to read it.

In fact, Dudley didn't want to calculate so much, he thought that he was too weak now, if he didn't calculate, he would either be bullied or endure being bullied.

Either way is not his style.

Forging iron still needs to be hard, the most important thing is to increase one's own strength.

The strongest hole card I have now is Ripple Qigong.

Doubling up on training from tomorrow.

In the early morning of the next day, many young wizards who got up early noticed that there was a vigorous figure on the lawn outside the castle.

Morning jogs, dumbbell exercises, one-finger push-ups, and swimming.

Swimming is actually the best choice, which can fully exercise the muscles of the whole body.

Wearing a small vest and shorts, her nearly perfect inverted triangle body curve has attracted the attention of many young wizards.

Dudley's extraordinary physique and his status as Harry Potter's cousin attracted the attention of many people at the school opening banquet yesterday, so many young wizards knew him.

"My God, is he really a first grader?"

"The head said he was in the seventh grade, so he believed it."

"The figure is really good."

"He should be able to lift me up."

Many senior school girls couldn't look away after their eyes fell on Dudley. Without exception, they were full of admiration for Dudley's figure, but there was a hint of something different in their tone.

If Dudley had been more handsome, he would have received a lot of love letters.

In addition to female little wizards, Dudley also attracted the attention of many male little wizards, among which Hufflepuff College had the most.

"He's really strong."

"How did you exercise?"

"I want a good figure like that too."

The little male wizards are more envious, and many people are even thinking about whether they want to exercise.

Of course, some of these young wizards had sour tones.

"We are wizards, what do we need such a strong body for?"

At this time, senior sisters and seniors would sit next to each other, pat each other on the shoulder, and speak to him earnestly.

"You'll understand later."

Leaving behind the bewildered little wizard.

But Dudley didn't know all this. After a day of morning practice, on the way back to Slytherin, Dudley met Hermione with two dark circles under her eyes and holding something.

"Did you sleep well?" Dudley asked with concern.

Seeing Dudley, who looked like a normal person with two big eyes like copper bells, Hermione glared at him angrily, turned around and walked away angrily, leaving Dudley standing there with a puzzled look on his face.

As a result, Hermione didn't go far, she fell back silently, stuffed the things in her arms to Dudley, and turned to leave again.

The whole process was silent.

Dudley was even more puzzled.

It wasn't until Hermione walked away that Dudley remembered to check what the other party had given him.

It was a hand-woven pouch. Judging from the rough workmanship, it must have been made by Hermione herself.

Inside the pouch were several identical vials.

Taking one of them out and opening a slit, Dudley was jolted by the fresh scent coming from the bottle.

White fresh flavor.

The role is of course for treatment.

Worried about getting hurt?

What a candid little girl.

Dudley smiled and shook his head.

"What are you still doing? Do you want to be late? We took the first class together."

A girl's dissatisfied voice came from not far away.

"Wait for me to change my clothes."

After Dudley had a pleasant first day of study at Hogwarts, he had another evening exercise and took a nice bath.

Just as he was about to rest, the door of the bedroom was knocked, and there was no one outside when he opened the door. There was a beautiful small leather case on the ground with a sheepskin letter on it.

'To Mr. Dursley, sir. '

This is the compensation and small gift that was agreed before.

The first layer is Gold Galleons. As Carlo said, he bought it at a high price of ten Galleons (a little higher than the actual purchase price of the wand). This price will not be too much, nor too little. Just now good.

On the second floor, a small crystal bottle lay quietly inside.

It glows beautifully under the light.

Felicity Elixir.

A magic potion that increases luck.

A very precious and difficult to brew potion, the most important thing is that this thing is priceless.

Dudley silently put away the things and put them in the small bag next to him.

It seemed that Richmond Caro had spent all his money to befriend himself.

Chapter 47 47 I will tell my dad

"I will definitely tell my dad and he will be kicked out."

The first thing Malfoy did when he woke up and realized he was okay was to scream to sue his dad.

In addition to bragging about his father all day long, he just sued his father.

Just like some bear kids.

It's really thanks to Carlo's potion that he can do nothing. Otherwise, just the knots would have kept him out of bed for three days. Of course, if it was too short, it might be fine.

Malfoy's character is like this, as long as he is free, he will jump up again, jump, tickle.According to the original trajectory, he will "fight wits" with the Harry trio for six years until Voldemort returns.

"Draco! Don't tell me!"

As soon as he heard what Malfoy said, a short-haired girl next to him covered his mouth quickly, for fear that he would cause public anger if he continued to speak.

"This is Richmond's order, do you want to disobey him?"

This girl's name is Pansy Parkinson.

As a first grader, she naturally participated in what happened last night.

Every time Pansy thought about what happened that night, she felt a dull pain in her ass.

No one escapes the Ass Destroyer, and she certainly wasn't spared either.

What happened that night was already a taboo for the entire Slytherin, so they absolutely kept silent.

"What's so great about Richmond, it's just the Carlo family, and he just entered school a few years earlier than me. I'll tell my dad, okay, I won't say it."

As Pansy watched, Malfoy's voice grew smaller and smaller until he could barely hear it himself.

Not everyone buys Malfoy's account. For example, the Carlo family of the seventh-grade prefect and the Parkinson family of Pansy are completely worthy of Malfoy.

Everyone is at the same level, so no one should be shy.

"Draco!"

Pansy shouted loudly, motioning him to stop talking.

What happened that night had already made many young wizards dissatisfied with Malfoy.

They lost, led by Malfoy.

Slytherins are only on the side of the victor.

And why everyone's pain, only you, Malfoy, are alright?Of course, Crabbe and Goyle were not beaten, but they were petrified and used as weapons. Look at how they are trembling now, and no one wants to change with them.

It's a pity that he didn't think about it at all, and he didn't notice that the little Slytherin wizards in the lounge all cast unfriendly looks at him.

"For the sake of the Carlo family, I don't care about this kind of barbarian. I hope he won't provoke me again, otherwise I will make him look good."

Malfoy's whole body is only this mouth that is hard.

In fact, Malfoy just yelled a few words and said hello, since yesterday he really didn't dare to provoke that evil star Dudley again.

Look at these two poor chubby guys, Goyle and Crabbe, now whenever they hear the words Dudley or Dursley, they will tremble unconsciously, and they can't even walk normally. caused great psychological harm.

Ask them anything and they don't say anything, they just tremble.

Malfoy, who passed out first and then got the stun spell, was undoubtedly lucky, but Goyle and Crabbe were different. Although they had the Sinopec spell, they were conscious and fully experienced the feeling of being used as a weapon by others.

Malfoy thought that his mental capacity was not much stronger than the two of them.

In terms of self-knowledge, Malfoy still has it.

He's just arrogant, not stupid.

But he said so, but he didn't think so in his heart. If he didn't provoke Dudley, it didn't mean he wouldn't shove others.

'Hmph, this Friday is Professor Snape's Potions class, I'll let you know how good it is. '

He, Malfoy, couldn't believe it. A wizard born in a Muggle family would know about potions?

Snape is an old friend of his father, and he will definitely turn towards him, as long as he targets him a little bit. Could it be that you still dare to hit the professor?

Hey, there is a good show to watch.

It's a pity that Malfoy was a little early to be happy. It's only Monday and there are still four full days before Friday.

It has to be said that Dudley is really accurate in seeing people, or that he has a very accurate grasp of the psychology of people like Malfoy.

"Isn't this Malfoy? What a coincidence that you also attend class?"

Before he had walked a few steps, he heard a voice behind him that made him have a nightmare all night.

Accompanied by a pure nonsense, as a greeting.

Turning his head stiffly, seeing that it was Dudley, Malfoy was so shocked that he was about to go out of his body. He forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and replied mechanically: "Hello."