Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Chapter 35 Have you seen a leprosy?

Toad is also known as frog, commonly known as "Laigebao", an amphibian with many bumps on its body and poison glands inside.

But what Neville threw was not an ordinary toad, but a golden-backed toad that could become invisible.

The golden-backed toad is a species of large toad that lives in countries north of Brazil in South America. It is more beautiful than other toads. The most important thing is that it is very smart and is known as the Einstein of toads.

The ability to become invisible is not a characteristic of a golden-backed toad. I think it is because Neville's Leif has the blood of some magical animal.

Animals with magical animal bloodlines are already considered rare.

It seems that little round-faced Neville comes from a well-off family, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten a toad that can turn invisible. Didn't you see the sour tone in Ron's voice next door when he heard the word "pet toad"?

"If I bought a toad, I'd try to get rid of it as quickly as possible."

"I didn't lose it on purpose! It always tried to get away from me!"

Neville retorted loudly, and it was obvious that he really liked the toad called 'Leff'.

Perhaps it is because he has some magical animal blood in his body that Neville's golden-backed toad is much smarter than ordinary golden-backed toads.

"Can you help him, Dudley?"

Seeing Neville's pitiful appearance, Hermione felt a little soft-hearted. She gently pulled the corner of Dadley's clothes and whispered.

Even if Hermione didn't say it, Dudley was going to help him, it wasn't a big deal in the first place.

"Let me help you look for it."

Dudley said as he put the book away completely, since he probably wouldn't be able to read it before arriving at Hogwarts.

In fact, his first impression of the fat boy Neville was not good. He looked so crying and did not have the spirit of a boy at all. However, the boy had a good physique and a big frame. If he could exercise with him, he might have a good figure.

Dudley's words made Neville happy, but his next words made Neville feel a little bit disappointed.

"If you find it, can you lend it to me for a few days?"

Although Dudley didn't like toads, the mucus on their bodies was a good ingredient for potions.

Moreover, he also wanted to know what was the difference between the mucus of the golden-backed toad, which possessed the blood of a magical animal, and the mucus of an ordinary golden-backed toad.

"Mr. Keke." Neville stammered with a sad face.

Seeing Neville agreed, Dudley pulled out a small bottle of pink liquid with a little impurity from the pouch on his waist.

"Magical Animal Attractant (Poor Quality)"

This is a substance produced by Dudley when he was brewing the potion. Fortunately, there is a system display, otherwise Dudley, who didn't know its function, would probably throw it away as a failure.

Just like what the system often mentioned, 'knowledge is a necessary condition to become a spellcaster', the waste residue of failed potions made by wizards is not necessarily useless.

Dudley asked Neville for the rations that Riffle usually ate, and then carefully dripped a drop on it.

He only has this small bottle, and he hasn't yet fully figured out how to produce this potion, so he can't mass-produce it.

After all, most failed potions are useless.

In fact, it would be more convenient if there was a Sling Charm, but Dudley doesn't know how to perform it. Not only him, but even Hermione, who had learned it at home and successfully cast a few small magic spells, doesn't know how to perform it. The Sling Charm is something that is only learned in the fourth grade at Hogwarts.

A faint strange fragrance began to permeate the carriage. Of course, this fragrance could not be smelled by ordinary people. Only magical animals and Dudley could smell it.

Soon, a magical scene happened.

'Cuckoo.'

Along with the toad's unique chirping sounds and a few extremely subtle jumping sounds, a toad with a golden back and the size of a palm gradually appeared on the table and began to eat the rations in big mouthfuls.

"Oh, Leif. You're back!"

Neville happily picked up the toad and rubbed it hard in his arms.

Dudley finally understood why the other party wanted to run away. For cold-blooded amphibians that like to stay in dark and humid places, Neville's behavior of hugging the other party directly would definitely not be acceptable. The human body temperature is too high for them.

It would be strange if he didn't run away.

"This is a potion." Ron stared at the vial in Dudley's hand and said in surprise, "I've heard from George, Fred and the others that potions are magical medicines that can sometimes do things that many spells can't do."

"Harry, did your brother brew that himself?"

After getting Harry's affirmative answer, he lowered his voice and whispered, "Your brother is amazing."

Then, in a voice that only he could hear, he whispered, "Unlike my brother, who only bullies me."

Maybe it is not uncommon for young wizards who have not yet entered school to teach themselves to cast a few small magic spells. There are such talented young wizards every year, but I have never heard of anyone who can teach himself to brew potions.

Brewing potions is often accompanied by danger.

Hearing the other person praising his brother, Harry instantly straightened his chest and felt even happier in his heart, even happier than when the other person praised himself. His liking for Ron instantly increased.

"That's Dudley. I've never seen anything he can't do."

Harry praised generously.

When it comes to praising Dudley, Harry never spares any effort.

"Neville, if you really like 'Lefo', you should seriously learn how to raise it."

Dudley advised Neville kindly, then took out a book from his backpack and handed it to Neville, saying, "Take this book. Sometimes it never hurts to learn more."

It was not a magic book, but a guide to raising cold-blooded animals published by Muggles, which happened to include content on raising amphibians.

Dudley's luggage was filled with all kinds of things, including several sets of fitness equipment such as dumbbells, which could only be carried with his strength.

"Thank you, sir."

Neville carefully put the book away as if it were a treasure. He was immediately less afraid of Dudley and felt closer to him. Dudley's image in his heart also became more lofty.

Because of his cowardly character, Neville had few friends since he was a child, especially a little wizard like Dudley who was very friendly to him as soon as they met. His nose felt a little sour.

Dudley said, "You can call me Dudley."

"Yes, Mr. Dudley."

The compartment door was pushed open again, but not gently like Ron did, nor like Neville who knocked on the door and asked before opening it, but it was opened very roughly.

Three boys walked in, led by the platinum-haired little boy who was scared to tears by Dudley. However, he did not notice Dudley. As soon as he entered the door, he stared at Harry with interest, slightly tilted his head and spoke to Harry with his nose.

"There's talk all over the train that Harry Potter is in this compartment. That's you, isn't it?"

Chapter 36 I like to win people over with virtue

Although the platinum-haired boy used a question, his tone was very affirmative.

Obviously, the other party had confirmed Harry's identity before coming.

Next to the little boy with platinum hair stood two short and fat guys, one on the left and one on the right, like two door gods. It is worth mentioning that both of them looked particularly ugly.

"Oh, this is Crabbe, and this is Goyle." The platinum-haired boy briefly introduced his two followers to Harry, and then introduced himself in a rhythmic tone: "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Dudley had attended some drinking parties with so-called upper-class people because of business relations. He remembered that a guy who claimed to be the descendant of a certain viscount used this tone. Unfortunately, the platinum-haired boy was very young and his tone was not very similar, which gave people a funny feeling.

This caused Ron to cough slightly to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

Malfoy squinted his eyes and glanced at Ron out of the corner of his eye: "You think my name is ridiculous?"

There was extreme contempt in his contemptuous tone: “No need to ask who you are. My father told me that the Weasley family all have red hair, freckles all over their faces, and they have too many children to support.”

Even a dull guy like Neville could hear the tone of superiority.

He wanted to say something to help Ron, but when he saw the two 'gatekeepers' beside Malfoy, he swallowed the words back because he was timid by nature and didn't like to get into trouble.

After taunting Ron, Malfoy turned to Harry and said, "You'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to make friends with the wrong kind of people. I can help you with that."

His eyes seemed to casually pass over Neville and Ron. There were so many people crammed into the not-so-spacious room that the angle blocked Malfoy's sight and he didn't notice Dudley and Hermione.

Then he stretched out his hand to Harry, as if wanting to shake hands with him.

It's just that the superiority and arrogance that comes from the bones give people a sense of charity, as if "I'm teaching you how to do things."

"I was careless. When it comes to not being able to speak, I, Dudley, would like to call you the best."

If Hermione's tone makes people uncomfortable, then Malfoy's tone is full of sarcasm.

"I think I can tell who is the odd one out." Harry had no intention of shaking hands with the other party, and his tone was very cold.

Ron had just praised Dudley, and this Malfoy had previously mocked Dudley.

Anyone who praises Dudley is my half-brother, Harry Potter.

Malfoy's pale cheeks flushed slightly. He obviously did not expect Harry to reject him so decisively and without giving him face.

"If I were you, Potter, I would be extra careful." He slowed down his speech and imitated his father's threatening tone: "You should be polite, otherwise you will follow the same path as your parents. If you hang out with people like Weasley, you will be affected."

He did not recognize Neville's identity, and even if he did, he would not mention it. Longbottom's status in the wizarding world was different from Weasley's, especially since Neville's grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, was a very famous witch with a very bad temper.

The vicious tone made Harry and Ron stand up, and Neville hesitated for a moment, then stood up as well.

Malfoy's two goalkeepers, Crabbe and Goyle, immediately stood in front of him.

"Why do you speak so harshly?"

Hermione is a straightforward person, and she will say it directly when she doesn't like something.

It was this voice that caught Malfoy's attention. After looking her up and down, he said disdainfully: "Where did you come from?"

Then, ignoring Hermione, he continued to mock Harry, "Potter, I didn't expect you to gather a bunch of freaks around you so quickly."

"This classmate, Ma Fen, has a piece of advice for you."

Malfoy was interrupted by Dudley before he finished his sarcasm: "If you can't imitate other people's speech, don't use it. It will make you look out of place."

"Call me Draco Malfoy, and show me who has the nerve to insult a Malfoy."

Malfoy looked angrily towards the source of the voice, and then he saw the face that impressed him again.

"Oh, it's you!"

Malfoy stepped back reflexively.

It was this man who made him run out into the street crying. Every time he thought of that experience, he would blush.

That's a shame!

Malfoy's originally pale face turned red and he stared at Dudley with vicious eyes.

"Crabbe, Goyle, teach him a lesson!"

As soon as he shouted, the two little fat boys immediately rushed towards Dudley. Then Dudley picked them up one by one like little chickens, and they crashed into each other like pancakes, instantly losing their ability to fight.

Obviously, they underestimated their own strength.

Maybe Dudley's magic is not that good, but his pure fighting ability is enough to beat up all seven people in Hogwarts.

Malfoy didn't expect Dudley to be so violent, and he didn't expect his bodyguard to be dealt with so easily. He was so scared that he fell to the ground.

Dudley slowly walked up to Malfoy and moved closer to him under his horrified gaze.

"Listen, Harry's parents are my uncle and aunt. When you insult them, you are insulting me. I can forgive your ignorance this time, but I don't want it to happen again."

"From today on, we are classmates. I hope we can get along well in the future. Is that okay?"

What else could Malfoy say at this moment? He just kept nodding his head frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, which was in stark contrast to his previous pretentious appearance.

"Take your two friends and go."

After hearing Dudley's words, the three of them tumbled away from the spot and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Cool!" Ron exclaimed.

Seeing Malfoy being humiliated, he felt indescribably happy. The relationship between the Weasleys and the Malfoys cannot be described as bad, it can only be described as very bad.

"Kids, anyone want candy?"

Just at this moment a salesman passed by pushing a cart, and Harry, being a rich man, bought one of each with a wave of his hand.

All kinds of candies filled the entire table, and the little wizards' eyes lit up when they saw them.

"Why don't you give them a good beating?"

Ron asked, mumbling with his mouth full of candy, and like Neville he unconsciously used honorifics.