Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

The moon, as big as a millstone, hung high on the branches. The sky was filled with stars, blinking and shining. The night view of Hogwarts was very beautiful, a scene that could never be seen under the light pollution of a big city.

Hermione, who was sweating all over after finishing her evening exercise, sat down next to Dudley, who was also sweating profusely, lying on the lawn. She looked at Dudley, who was staring at the sky in a daze, and said, "Are you sure you don't want to go back and check on little Lily?"

Dudley shook his head. "Now is not the time to enjoy ourselves. We don't have much time left."

I would definitely not stay at Privet Drive for just a week, so instead of being reluctant to leave, I might as well not go back at all.

Only by solving the root cause of the problem can you enjoy life better.

"Professor Snape is a very reliable person. He will take good care of us."

Dudley lied this time. It was even more impossible for Professor Snape to stay at Privet Drive during the holidays. After all, Voldemort was back and as a spy who had been 'undercover' beside Dumbledore for many years, it would be too much if he didn't show up during the holidays.

"Except your weapons!"

"Armor protection!"

Harry's powerful voice rang out, and a wand was disarmed directly.

He was like a chicken with its blood pumped up tonight. After completing double the amount of exercise, he found other people to fight with him. At this time, he was fighting one against three, and Percy, Cedric, and Ron were defeated one after another.

On the other side, Draco was practicing arm wrestling with Neville. Although Draco's body size was completely disproportionate to Neville, he had been training for so many years and was actually quite strong.

As for the others, they were now lying on the lawn like a group of dead dogs, including the Slytherins who always prided themselves on their elegance, with no image at all.

In their words, everyone present is their own people and can be trusted.

The final result was that Harry defeated three people alone and won.

Percy was not convinced afterwards. In his words, he and Cedric were originally stronger than Harry, but with Ron added to the mix, they couldn't beat him anymore.

Ron was so angry that he wanted to challenge his brother to a duel, but was decisively rejected by the clever Percy.

The arm wrestling match between Neville and Draco has not yet been decided.

"Brother D, Brother D."

Harry suddenly ran up to Dudley and said, "We're going to start formal training tomorrow. How about a new name? We can't call it the Discipline Group to the outside world."

Dudley thought about it and felt that it was right. The Discipline Group was the name used at Hogwarts, and it was a good name to choose if communicating with the outside world.

"How about calling us DA?" Dudley suggested.

"Dumbledore's Army?"

Harry had no idea why Dudley had chosen that name.

"No, it's the Draco Army."

Draco: “???”

Draco, who was wrestling with Neville, almost couldn't catch his breath.

'Are you polite? '

When he heard the name 'Draco's Army', he shuddered unconsciously, and Neville seized the opportunity of the other party's clone and exerted his strength suddenly.

Victory is at hand.

Draco then won the game.

Neville looked at his slightly twitching wrist and scratched his head, his mind full of question marks. He couldn't understand why he lost when it was obviously the other party who was distracted.

then

"Ron, let's play a game."

then

"Cedric, let's play a round."

Neville then found two more partners to compete in arm wrestling.

Finally, he left with great satisfaction, leaving only the two standing there rubbing their wrists.

"I know you are strong, but this is too much."

The next day, everyone came to the Hogwarts playground early, waiting for the professor in charge of the training.

Dudley didn't reveal it in advance, and everyone who asked him got the only answer: "Secret".

With the sound of footsteps, a witch wearing a pointed hat walked out of the door.

"Professor McGonagall!"

Everyone shouted in unison when they saw the witch, and Professor McGonagall nodded slightly.

Originally they thought Professor McGonagall was just passing by, but when they saw that she had not left and was still standing there, the little wizards began to discuss in a low voice.

"Professor McGonagall taught us?"

There was more surprise in his tone.

It's not that Professor McGonagall is not strong enough. Looking at the entire wizarding world, Professor McGonagall is one of the world's top masters of Transfiguration. It's just that compared with wizards of Grindelwald's level, Professor McGonagall is indeed a little bit behind, well, a little bit behind.

"Ahem." Professor McGonagall glanced at the person who made the loudest noise, then coughed softly.

The rustling sounds below stopped immediately, and everyone stood still. No matter which college they were in, the stern Professor McGonagall was always very dignified. Even though the other party had graduated and become a member of society, when he returned to Hogwarts, he still looked like a child who had not graduated when he saw Professor McGonagall.

"I am not the professor responsible for teaching you."

Professor McGonagall said: "Professor Dumbledore asked me to tell everyone that he is still discussing important matters with Minister Fudge in the office. He will need to wait for a while before he can come over. You can move freely for a while."

"It's Professor Dumbledore!"

At this moment after hearing Professor McGonagall's words, everyone's tone was full of surprise.

If everyone were asked to choose a wizard as their professor, and all wizards could be chosen at will, most people would choose Dumbledore.

Not to mention that he himself has the title of "the greatest white wizard of the 20th century", just look at the students he taught.

Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort), Newt Scamander (Master of Fantastic Beasts), Harry Potter (the man who killed the Dark Lord in the original book). Which one of them is not a famous person?

There are not many opportunities to receive personal instruction from him.

How long has it been since Dumbledore taught his students in person?

He had not taught students since 1943, when he took over the position of principal from Armando Dippet.

Originally everyone thought that Grindelwald was the best professor, but now after learning that the training professor might be Dumbledore, even the Slytherins were shaken.

"What magic will Professor Dumbledore teach us?"

Everyone started to speculate.

"The ultimate protective spell? The stone pillar? Or a weather spell?" Ron was the most excited among them. He was a child who grew up listening to Dumbledore's stories. "Or a special spellcasting technique, such as a spell that allows me to turn Draco into a ferret."

Upon hearing this, Draco immediately counterattacked: "Rose fan, do you want to turn into a pile of hot, dirty, smelly shit?"

"Oh, Draco, you're so vulgar."

While Harry was watching his two friends bickering with each other, he was also full of anticipation.

Chapter 439 'Snape the Poisoner'

The horror castle in Transylvania had an uninvited guest today.

He was wearing a black robe and a hood on his head that hid his face.

Snape.

If someone could lift up his hood, they would definitely find that Snape's face looked very ugly at this moment.

Along the way, he saw many deserted towns and villages, which were dilapidated and bloodstained. He knew that these were all done by Voldemort's men. Only they would do such a cruel thing.

This is indeed the case. Ever since the Death Eaters and that group of sub-humans came here, the original harmonious balance between vampires and Muggles was broken, and no ordinary living person could be seen within a hundred miles.

All eaten up.

Literally eat.

The Death Eaters were okay, they were normal people, except for a few psychopaths who enjoyed torturing ordinary people, most of them were fine as long as you didn't provoke them. The situation was almost the same with the werewolves, even if they transformed into werewolves on a full moon night, they only hated humans and bit them to convert them into their own kind.

The remaining group of sub-human races are the key. Giants need food, humanoid witches need food, banshees need food, and Dementors need food. The key is that the diets of these creatures are closely related to humans.

Then the giants attacked the town and ate the adults, the humanoid witches ate the children, the banshees unscrupulously absorbed the sweet "fear" in the sky, and the Dementors took away people's happiness, leaving only despair in the world.

Everyone has his own division of labor and everyone takes what he needs.

It’s not that ordinary people haven’t organized a counterattack, but ordinary people can’t see Dementors and banshees, and ordinary thermal weapons can’t hurt giants at all. Bulgaria is just a small country, and Transylvania is an even more remote place. The humanoid witches are also blessed by magic, so the counterattack will bring about a more desperate future.

As a result, uninhabited areas were left behind.

"Hey, isn't this Snape? You're reporting in so late."

Just after entering the horror castle, Snape heard a sarcastic voice: "Did he know that he couldn't escape, so he came here to atone for his sins to the master?"

Snape ignored the other party's ridicule and continued to move forward.

Not everyone knew Snape's undercover identity.

No matter how stupid Voldemort was, he wasn't stupid enough to tell everyone that Snape was an undercover agent.

"Hey, Snape, you haven't answered my question yet."

However, the other party obviously did not want to let Snape go, and stood sideways in front of Snape.

"Get out of the way, Travers." Snape looked at him coldly. "I don't have time to waste with you here. I have to go see the master. He is calling me."

Travers was a more powerful member of the Death Eaters. His status was not low, only lower than that of Voldemort's close subordinates such as Dolohov. He personally killed the entire family of Marlene McKinnon, one of the first members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Cruel by nature.

"The master summoned you a year ago." Travers said bluntly, looking at Snape with disdain: "Do you think you can see the master whenever you want? Traitor, you are exactly the same as Lucius and the others. You betrayed the master when you saw things were going badly, but not only did you betray him, you also defected to the master's mortal enemy, Dumbledore."

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. I have something important to report to my master. Please get out of the way and don't let me use force against you."

Snape, who already had a gloomy face, looked even colder at this moment.

"What if I don't let you?"

Travers looked at Snape provocatively: "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"What a potion master, he is just a coward who changes his mind according to the situation. I don't know why the master would value such a thing."

He did it on purpose, to lure Snape into action so that he could teach him a lesson with justification. He wanted to tell others that he, Travers, was no worse than anyone else.

It is said that the more you lack something, the more you want to prove it. This statement makes a lot of sense.

But he forgot one thing: he had wasted more than ten years in Azkaban, while Snape had been brewing potions in Hogwarts for more than ten years.

"Very good. It seems you have forgotten who I am."

Snape took out a small bottle from his wide sleeves, flicked his thumb, and the cork drew a graceful arc in the air.

Three seconds later, Travers fell to the ground as if he had suffered a stroke, with no part of his body under his control except his mouth.

"What did you do to me? Asshole!"

Travers cursed, but in fact he was so panicked that he didn't even realize when Snape attacked him.

"Nothing much, just a small bottle of poison."

As if to cooperate with him, the test tube in his hand began to slowly emit purple smoke, which looked terrifying.

Snape put it under his nose, took a sniff and looked intoxicated.

His appearance made the Death Eaters who were watching the fun take a step back.

"Don't worry, Paralysis Flower, Sleepy Bean, and Mushroom, you won't die." Snape looked at Travers with disdain, who was still shouting at him one second and lying dead the next.

I hate people who are looking for trouble the most.

This move of his directly shocked the Death Eaters who held the same idea as Travers.

Snape's ability is naturally unquestionable, as he was able to gain Voldemort's trust and even make Lucius, the former second-in-command of the Death Eaters, take the initiative to make friends with him.

'Snape the Poisoner' This was Snape's former title among the Death Eaters.

His poison is colorless and odorless, and can infect people without them even realizing it.

"Split into pieces!"

There was a whistling sound of wind behind him, and a transparent spell hit Snape's back directly. However, Snape seemed to have eyes on his back. His wand slipped out from his sleeve and he lightly pointed it behind him. Immediately, a barrier rose up behind him, perfectly blocking the spell.