Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"You are the first of them to pledge allegiance to me."

Dudley's voice was like the sound of nature, making Karkaroff feel as if he had been pardoned. He gasped for breath, thinking, at least... at least he should be able to survive.

Before I could savor the feeling of surviving the disaster, a feeling of ecstasy surged up from deep in my heart.

What did he hear?

The first to pledge allegiance!

Severus and Lucius didn't even know that the person in front of them was 'that person', and that 'that person' was the first one to approach them!

As long as you keep calm, you can save your life and even gain unimaginable benefits.

'That person' is not stingy with those close to him.

"Karkaroff, you will do your best for me as you did before, right?"

Dudley spoke again, and Karkaroff answered hastily without even thinking.

"Your command is my life's pursuit."

Karkaroff lowered his posture to the lowest level, and he still didn't dare to get up from the ground. Although he had never done anything for "that person" before, it did not stop him from saying this.

Until Dudley smiled with satisfaction.

Chapter 303 Karkaroff: That damn half-blood!

After a brief and friendly conversation, Karkaroff was sure that his life was safe, so he became a little braver and his mind started to work a little more actively.

Countless thoughts and guesses flashed through my mind.

What happened that night that caused the invincible 'one' to disappear without any warning? This mystery is what many people in the wizarding world want to know.

Karkaroff was no exception, he really wanted to know why the 'one' who was once so powerful had turned into a little wizard, but he didn't dare to say it, let alone ask.

The only thing that was certain was that the person in front of him was 'that person'. Only 'that person' could cause the mark to react so obviously.

As if he had read Karkaroff's mind, Dudley half explained and half muttered to himself: "The prophecy was a trap, a trap for me. That night I lost my body."

As a former high-ranking Death Eater, Karkaroff certainly knew what the prophecy referred to.

That was a prophecy offered by Snape, and 'that' believed very strongly in the contents of the prophecy.

As for what the prophecy specifically said, Karkaroff was not quite clear. He only knew that after hearing the prophecy, 'that person' was going to kill someone, and he was going to do it personally.

At that time, some people thought it was a trap and advised 'that person', and then...then they were blessed with a mysterious green light.

No one can teach 'that' to do things.

nobody!

"But they didn't expect that I would come back."

Dudley's cold words made Karkaroff tremble again unconsciously. Someone was going to be in bad luck, very bad luck.

"Karkaroff, I want you to do something for me."

Upon hearing this, Karkaroff decisively prostrated himself at Dudley's feet again, as if he had performed a demonstration that he had practiced a thousand times.

"No matter what it is, I will do my best to complete it for you."

Apart from anything else, this humble attitude alone is very satisfying.

Look, this is called professionalism.

"That night I lost not only my body, but also my once invincible strength."

He paused here, Karkaroff still kneeled at Dudley's feet, and even after hearing this "huge" secret, he did not react at all.

In his eyes, even if he lost his invincible power, 'that person' was still 'that person'.

What I have to do now is to be loyal to him wholeheartedly.

As if very satisfied with Karkaroff's attitude, the voice above his head continued to come.

"After years of investigation, I discovered a secret. Everything that happened back then was done by a half-blood wizard named Tom. This damn half-blood thief wanted to become me. He wanted to replace me. Although I saw through his plan, he still managed to steal some of my power."

"Damn you half-blood bastard!"

Karkaroff looked even more excited than the man himself.

"Don't worry. As your most loyal servant, I will torture him to death with the cruelest spell in the world!"

Karkaroff echoed loudly, but with his head lowered, he didn't see Dudley's strange look.

'Good scolding! I hope you won't piss your pants when you know the truth.'

Dudley looked down at the man and continued, "You are no match for him. Even if that despicable thief only steals a little bit of power, you will not be able to resist him."

Karkaroff continued to lie there and said yes repeatedly. He was just talking. If you asked him to really do it, he would never dare to do it.

"My loyal servant, my strength is also recovering. I will deal with the thief myself."

"Your power is as vast as the sea of ​​stars. That damn half-blood thief only stole a small part of it. Naturally, he can't be your opponent."

Karkaroff followed Dudley's words and praised him without sparing any effort. After all, praising people didn't cost any money.

"Very good. My faithful servant gives this to you."

Karkaroff, who was crawling at Dudley's feet, raised his hands and respectfully took what Dudley gave him.

A big green snail was currently fast asleep, with huge snot bubbles coming out of its nose.

Karkaroff was confused. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't dare to ask. He could only hold it in his hands. Fortunately, Dudley soon explained it to him.

"This is a Den Den Mushi. It can be used for communication. With it, you can contact me directly. I will also contact you through it when necessary."

"It's much more reliable than an owl."

Karkaroff put it away carefully. Compared with the "that person" more than ten years ago, he had many more tricks.

"Don't tell anyone about my presence for now. The timing is not right yet. But you can try to contact other people. I really want to know how many people are willing to be loyal to me like you."

The cold words without a trace of emotion made Karkaroff shudder unconsciously. 'That person' would never show mercy to betrayers, and death would be the best relief.

Karkaroff observed a second of silence in his heart for his former colleagues.

Who cares about them? As long as you are fine, it's fine.

Karkaroff thought very selfishly.

Watching Karkaroff leave and disappear at the end of the garden, Dudley looked up at the moon in the sky. It was big and round, and the soft moonlight was spreading on the earth, so beautiful.

Today is another full moon night.

Why does Karkaroff's Dark Mark get hot?

Because Dudley controlled it, of course.

It's not some extraordinary magic. It's just the simplest contract magic.

Once you crack it, you can naturally use it.

Under the analysis of the Data Magic Eye, this kind of magic has no meaning.

Moreover, unlike senior Tom who could only make the Dark Mark of everyone else heat up at the same time, Dudley could make the Dark Mark of only one person react, which was equivalent to a more detailed operation based on the other party's. No wonder Karlov was so convinced.

Just imagine, how could a normal fourth-grade wizard achieve such a level?

At this time, the dance in the hall was coming to an end and only a small number of people were left. Most of the young wizards had left, even some professors. Someone saw Madam Maxime of Beauxbatons and Professor Hagrid of the Care of Magical Creatures class at Hogwarts leaving together after the song ended.

The confessions that should have been made, the failures in confession, and the successes in confession all happened tonight.

There were even quite a few young wizards who had just become lovers and made an appointment to go into the nearby woods.

No one will restrain them tonight, everyone will have a great time tonight, this is a carnival for the little wizards.

There are joys and sorrows.

There is sadness and there is joy.

This is youth.

But tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Many people suffer from insomnia because of this.

Chapter 304 I Want to Know What Brother D Would Do

After Christmas Eve, the holidays soon arrived as scheduled.

Since there are two more students from other schools this year, many young wizards at Hogwarts chose to stay in school to spend the holidays.

"Professor Moody, we are here."

The door to the professors' dormitory was pushed open, and Harry and Dudley walked in.

The familiar ceiling with slightly scorched marks above his head and the huge suitcase placed in the middle, it was still the dormitory where the 'fake Moody' lived.

When Moody saw the two men, he immediately put down what he was doing.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class started as scheduled.

This was Dudley's previous request.

Learning is the only thing that cannot stand still.

After all, he was his savior, and since Dudley and Harry were indeed very outstanding, Moody was willing to teach them.

He readily agreed to the request.

"I have to say that you two are really outstanding. You can be said to be the best wizards of your age that I have ever seen. Even those graduates are far inferior to you."

Moody's generous praise was not flattery. Given his personality, he seldom praised others unless he really felt that way.

Let's take a look at the advanced spells that the two of them know.

Even Moody was shocked when he first learned about it. This must be because he had directly learned all the spells that Aurors should learn.

Especially under the guidance of the fake Moody, both of them have made remarkable achievements in the black magic.

"You guys are really impeccable in terms of offense"

The fact that he could even master the fierce fire was no longer just good; it was impeccable as Moody had said.

Moody said as he took out his wand, the same one that the fake Moody had used before, but he had asked Ollivander to repair it.

"What I'm going to teach you is defensive spells."

The movements and expressions of the real Moody are almost the same as those of the fake Moody, but there is a clear difference in the teaching method.

Although they are both Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, the content of the fake Moody's class is full of aggressiveness.

Take counterspells for example. Although the fake Moody also teaches counterspells, he mainly teaches others how to counterattack as quickly as possible when countering the opponent's spell, and subdue the opponent with one blow, without worrying about whether the opponent is injured.

There is not much difference in front of the real Moody, but here is whether the opponent is injured. There is an additional necessary one that can only be used under special circumstances.

Even though there are only a few more words, the meaning is completely different.

In fact, this is easy to understand. Moody is just the Mad-Eye Moody with a weird temper, not the bloodthirsty Mad-Eye Moody.

He is only responsible for capturing dark wizards, not killing them.

After all, he is an Auror, not a Death Eater.

Because of this, he had so many injuries and even lost a leg.

The magic potion can even grow bones overnight, so the mere presence of a leg can only mean that it was caused by an irreversible curse.

"I assume you are all already very proficient in the Armor Charm?"

The two nodded. The Iron Armor Curse was a spell that everyone in the discipline group knew, and it was basically a conditioned reflex for them to cast the Iron Armor Curse on themselves.

Moody nodded with satisfaction. Being able to master the Shield Charm freely was already a basic requirement for becoming an Auror.

In fact, although this magic is the most basic protective spell, many wizards only start learning it after becoming Aurors.

This thing is not included in the teaching textbooks and is for self-study.

It's not difficult to learn at first, but it's quite difficult if you want to master it.