Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"I won't use that spell on you."

Harry said seriously that although he had learned the three unforgivable curses from the fake Moody, the only one he had not practiced was the Killing Curse, not even once.

He wouldn't use this magic, just like Neville would never use the Cruciatus Curse on anyone.

This is their persistence.

And they're all in the magical world. There are thousands of ways to kill people, and there's more than just the Death Curse.

Even clear spring water can kill people if used well.

When Peter heard Harry say there was no need for the Killing Curse, he was overjoyed and felt that he would not die. Then he whispered a spell to Harry.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

Chapter 327 Aragog, Come Out to Clean the Floor

Peter is dead.

The whole person was almost split in half.

He died from the black magic invented by Snape - the Shadowless Magic, which was released by Lily's son Harry himself, who executed the traitor who betrayed Lily.

To put it in a roundabout way, it can be considered as Snape's revenge for Lily.

The attack of the sharp sword can indeed cause injuries similar to being cut by a sharp blade, but it is very difficult to cause injuries to the same degree as Peter's. Even Snape, the inventor of the spell, may not be able to do it. You can imagine how deep Harry's attainments in this spell are.

Harry stared blankly at Peter's shattered body. He thought he would vomit violently, but surprisingly, apart from his face turning a little pale, he did not feel any discomfort at all.

"If Peter really repents, will you choose to forgive him?"

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

He would not say like Sirius that it was for Harry's own good, that Harry was just a child and that he couldn't dirty his hands, that it was cruel to him, and so on.

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

It would only make sense for Harry to avenge his parents himself.

Dudley would only support him with actions like this.

"No, I won't." Harry drank some cocoa, and a hint of blood appeared on his pale lips. "Brother D, you taught me that being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself, so even if he sincerely repents, I will still kill him, but I will make his death a little more comfortable."

Dudley nodded when he heard this. He agreed with Harry's approach very much.

A person must be responsible for what he does.

Maybe Peter felt a little guilty about the Potters deep down, but it was nothing compared to his life.

You asked Peter if he regretted it, of course he did, but he didn't regret it because of the Potters, he regretted being caught.

"If he had been braver, if he had not chosen to tell on the secret, 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 aren't so many ifs in this world."

"I have avenged half of my parents' death. The only thing left is Voldemort."

"Harry," Dudley said, "I suggest you don't say this name unless necessary. You can call him Senior Tom or Tom like me. It's not because he is afraid. He put a 'taboo curse' on this name in order to make others more afraid of him and to find out who is against him."

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

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

"Unless you can reach the level of Professor Dumbledore."

Harry nodded.

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

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

Peter's body was found, which was a very troublesome thing even if he was a wanted criminal, after all, this was Hogwarts.

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

"My descendants are not tools for cleaning."

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

When I first saw it, it was in very bad condition. Due to its age, every part of its body had degenerated, and its eight huge eyes were covered with a layer of gray, making it almost blind.

Who would have thought that after two years, it, which was already in a state of waiting to die, seemed to be more energetic than before? No, it was more than just energetic, its body was also bigger, and its two huge fangs emitted a sinister glow under the moonlight, and were sharper, as if they were replaced with new ones.

In its previous state, it would not leave the base with just a few tribesmen. There are too many things in the forbidden forest that can threaten their lives.

Although its tone showed great dissatisfaction, it showed no intention of stopping. The several eight-eyed giant spiders it brought with it had already sprayed white sticky silk threads from their abdomens, wrapping Peter's body layer by layer.

They were cleaning up the corpses with extremely skillful movements.

"You brought in the four new dragons in the forest, didn't you? Do you know what they have done to the forbidden forest?"

"They! They hunt recklessly in the Forbidden Forest and fly in the sky without any scruples, scaring the small animals so much that they tremble in fear and hide in their dens and refuse to come out. There is not a single piece of food to be found in the entire Forbidden Forest!"

"My descendants can no longer hunt normally!"

As Aragog spoke, he rubbed his fangs, making a constant hissing sound. If he had made a laugh like "hehehe", he could have COSed the Soul Palace elder.

"so what?"

Facing Dudley's question, Aragog's momentum was lost and his words softened instantly.

"I hope you can restrain their behavior and at least keep them away from the depression where we live."

Although Aragog sounded like he was questioning her, in reality he was just complaining, and he wouldn't dare to question Dudley even if he had ten thousand guts.

Yes, Aragog was afraid of Dudley.

To be more precise, it was more than just fear of Dudley.

Look at the magical creatures that Dudley has tamed. Let’s put aside the natural enemies like the basilisk. There are as many as four or five fire dragons alone, which will undoubtedly pose a huge threat to the eight-eyed giant spider clan.

In fact, even if there was no fire dragon, the battle two years ago alone was enough to make it lose the will to resist.

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

Instead, Dudley has a potion in his hands 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. It can clearly feel that its body, which had stopped developing and gradually aged, is now rejuvenated.

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

"I see."

"I'll talk to them about this."

Dudley agreed to Aragog's request not for 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 people to slowly disappear into the forest.

The ground was cleaned exceptionally well, and these eight-eyed giant spiders did not spare even a drop of blood.

Chapter 328 Good News from Voldemort

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

Voldemort's current mood can be described as extremely terrible.

The resurrection ceremony that was originally prepared was destroyed. Potter, who was planning to be executed as a sacrifice in front of all the Death Eaters, not only failed, but also ambushed them.

The Death Eaters suffered heavy losses

The heavy losses here do not refer to casualties.

Without exception, all the Death Eaters he summoned that night held high positions in the Ministry of Magic, and were previously members of the management team.

Regardless of these people's abilities 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 definitely be the worst case scenario. With his current abilities, he would not be able to control Azkaban.

Dementors, if you don't have a strong force to suppress them, won't mind imprisoning you as a food (happiness) reserve, just like the Death Eaters who are now imprisoned in Azkaban.

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

"My master, your loyal servant is back."

A humble voice was heard outside the door. Avery, one of the Death Eaters whom he had rescued that night, hurried in. The first thing he did when he saw Voldemort was to prostrate himself at his feet.

Voldemort liked this attitude of the Death Eaters before, as he thought it was a sign of loyalty. Now that his body has shrunk and turned into a goblin, he naturally likes it even more.

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

Hearing Avery's words, Voldemort's face became even uglier.

It can be said that the entire army was annihilated.

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

"Master, over the past few days, the Wizengamot has shown no intention of sentencing them."

Avery, who was lying on the ground, raised his head slightly, looked at Voldemort's face and spoke carefully, fearing that he might say something wrong and cause him to be disgusted.

He had a bad temper before, let alone now.

"Hmm?" Voldemort's eyes lit up when he heard this: "They haven't been punished for such an obvious situation?"

"It seems like they're getting away with it in other ways."

"Or maybe the current Ministry of Magic is not united."

It is a headache for so many officials to have problems at the same time. If the Minister of Magic is decisive and resolute, it will be fine. But if he is incompetent and incompetent, then there will be opportunities for him to take advantage of.

The Aurors' behavior that night should not have been like this. Dumbledore was leading the team himself.

"Who is the Minister of Magic now?"

"It is Cornelius Fudge, my Lord."

"Cornelly? Fudge? Never heard of it."

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

"Tell me about this man."

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

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

The reason why he was able to sit on the throne of Minister of Magic was purely because the officials of the Ministry of Magic at that time were generally incompetent. Barty Crouch, who had the greatest hope of sitting on the position of Minister of Magic, was completely eliminated because of his son's affairs, and another most prestigious wizard, Dumbledore, was still unwilling to serve as Minister of Magic.

Then he got a great bargain.

For Fudge, it was like waking up from a sleep and somehow becoming the Minister of Magic.

"What a complete waste."

This was Voldemort's comment after listening.

Cowardly, indecisive, and power-hungry.

Voldemort summed up Fudge very accurately.

After all these years, he still hasn't secured the position of Minister of Magic, and yet he still receives Howler letters from ordinary wizards, and his office is completely occupied by them? If this isn't a piece of crap, then what is this?

No, even though Iron Waste is not very good at fighting, at least he looks mighty and powerful. What about Fudge?

He sits in the most powerful position in England.

After making the evaluation, Voldemort was laughing.

This is really the best news I have heard in recent days.

If nothing unexpected happens, these Aurors are doing useless work, and Dumbledore is also doing useless work.

Seeing that the gloom on Voldemort's face had dissipated a little and revealed a hint of joy, Avery dared to tell him the information he knew.