Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

The Slytherin seniors above the third year, who had wanted to take sides because they saw the young wizards were weak, did not dare to cast a single spell after seeing Dudley's brutal side, and silently closed the door of the dormitory room.

As if he didn't see it.

They didn't want to get themselves into trouble, especially when facing such a big brutal man.

In a short while, there was no one standing in the entire Slytherin common room except Dudley himself. The little wizards lying on the ground were groaning, and their wands were all taken away by Dudley without exception.

After making sure that all the little wizards except Malfoy had their wands taken away and were unable to stand, Dudley did something that surprised everyone. He grabbed a little wizard and pressed him on the table, then raised his fan-sized hand and hit the other's buttocks.

Chapter 44 Don’t come over!

"no, you can not!"

The little wizard let out a shrill scream.

"No, I can. If you offend me, you must accept the punishment in my way."

Dudley smiled cruelly and slapped mercilessly, making a continuous "pa pa pa" sound.

Annoying children should be spanked severely.

Fortunately, Dudley controlled the force, and although it hurt, it was not serious. At most, they would have to lie down for a day or two. Otherwise, a few slaps would have left them with a rotten bottom. Anyway, with magical things like potions, they would probably be able to get out of bed the next day. After finishing one, he would take over the next one, one after another, and no one was spared. Those who tried to escape would be caught by Dudley and beaten first.

Soon, all the Slytherin little wizards present were left with the strength to just lie on the ground and groan.

This wave is Dudley the Ass Destroyer.

After spanking all the little wizards, Dudley turned his attention to Malfoy, who had fallen to the ground in fear.

The light footsteps were like heavy hammers, hitting Malfoy's heart heavily.

"Don't come over here!"

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In a secret room in the Slytherin Common Room, several senior Slytherin students sat in a circle around a round table.

Slytherin not only has its own independent lounge for prefects, but also has many spare rooms. On the one hand, this is because Slytherin has the fewest students among the four major colleges. On the other hand, it is because the Slytherin lounge is a converted dungeon, which is much larger than imagined. It can be said to be the largest dungeon among the four major colleges, and the number of rooms is even more than that of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff combined.

You know, Hufflepuff has the largest number of students among the four major colleges.

Most of these empty rooms were converted into meeting rooms by the Slytherins, becoming their secret gathering places, and these senior Slytherin seniors occupied one of them.

Malfoy's heart-wrenching scream of fear made one of the Slytherins sitting in his seat stand up. He was tall, had a crew cut and an ordinary appearance. He was the type that could be lost in a crowd. The only thing that caught people's attention was his conspicuous buck teeth.

"Marcus, what are you going to do?"

Marcus had just stood up when he heard a cold rebuke from behind him. The speaker was the man sitting in the main seat.

That was the seventh year Slytherin prefect.

This student called Marcus is the current captain and chaser of Slytherin Quidditch.

"I want to go out and have a look."

Marcus lowered his head and dared not look directly at the other person.

The other party just waved his hand, and a tone similar to Malfoy's was heard, but the tone was not as greasy and awkward as Malfoy's, and it was much more natural: "It's just a conflict between juniors, it's no big deal, we don't need to intervene."

"That's Draco, Uncle Lucius' only son."

Marcus stressed.

His Flint family has a good relationship with the Malfoy family, and they are somewhat related, but

"So what?"

The prefect said calmly, without any emotion, just looking at Marcus quietly.

As he watched, the little momentum that Marcus had just mustered up suddenly vanished.

He said weakly: "He is being bullied now!"

"so what?"

"What does this have to do with us? And what does this have to do with you?"

The prefect questioned.

"I" Marcus blushed and stammered for a long time before he blurted out: "I think we should help him"

Before the prefect could speak, the Slytherin sitting on his left said, "Didn't we help him enough? We didn't stop the second and third years, and do you know how many first years there are?"

"The entire lounge has been placed under a soundproofing spell to prevent anyone from knowing about it, so he can have a good time."

"The results of it?"

Although I don't know what exactly happened in the lounge, the meaning of Malfoy's scream just now is self-evident.

"Malfoy is a Slytherin after all."

Marcus spoke again, his voice weaker this time.

"The other party is also a Slytherin."

The prefect seemed to be irritated by Marcus's words, and his tone rose a few notches.

"Listen, Marcus, Malfoy was the one who called the group together, and he was the one who started it. If he can't win, that has nothing to do with us. We are not the Vincent and Gregory families (Crabbe and Goyle's families), nor are we the dogs of the Malfoy family. There is no need to clean up his mess."

"And the other party is Potter's cousin. You should know who I'm talking about."

In the British wizarding world, all pure-blood wizarding families are related to each other to some extent. For example, Harry's Potter family is even related to all pure-blood families.

The key point is that the name Harry Potter is a taboo for pure-blood wizards, especially those who were originally Death Eaters, just like Voldemort brings a kind of deterrent effect to ordinary wizards.

Before they figure out how he defeated the Dark Lord and whether he is really a powerful, evil dark wizard, the purebloods will always respect him and even be friendly with him.

Of course they wouldn't stop others from helping them test Harry.

"Malfoy has so many resources to use. If he can't even handle such a small matter, what qualifications does he have for us to help him? Is it because he is so shameless? Or does he have a good father?"

Malfoy's childish behavior of always showing off his father can easily arouse other people's disgust, especially those whose family background is not inferior to Malfoy's.

Are you the only one with a father in this world?

"Remember, we are Slytherins, not kindergarten nannies. We don't have time to play those house games with them."

The prefect's voice gradually softened, and he spoke to Marcus earnestly.

"Do you remember the tenets of Slytherin?"

Marcus was stumped by the other party's words. He thought for a long time before he stammered, "Pure-blood supremacy?"

"Profits come first, abilities come first, the winner is the king, the loser is the enemy. How many times do I have to tell you, you idiot?"

The prefect's tone was already very impatient, and he kept cursing "the idiots of the Flint family" in his heart.

After all, he was a student and was not that cunning. It took him a while to calm down and said to Marcus earnestly, "Marcus, you are already in the fifth grade, and we will graduate within the next two years. We don't have the time or energy to teach you anything."

"You can only rely on yourself from now on. You have already failed in the competition for prefect. Don't make me regret choosing you as the captain of Slytherin Quidditch. And don't bring shame to your Flint family."

Seeing that Marcus was still looking out the door from time to time, obviously not listening to what he said, the class leader's blood pressure rose a little, and finally he could only shake his head helplessly and sigh.

"They chose the person, so what if he is a waste?"

"If you really want to help Malfoy, then go and inform Professor Snape."

"But I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"It must be very difficult to defeat so many people. At least you, Marcus, can't do it."

"If I were you, I would choose to befriend him."

The class leader felt that he had done enough. If Marcus still refused to change his mind, it would have nothing to do with them. They were about to graduate anyway.

In the common room, Dudley had walked up to Malfoy, who was curled up on the ground.

Ignoring Malfoy's constant shouts of "Don't come over here", he held Malfoy's little head with one hand and turned him over, then leaned over. The face gradually enlarged little by little in Malfoy's desperate eyes, and finally their eyes met.

Malfoy could clearly hear the other person's heavy breathing.

At that moment, he recalled the fear of being eaten in Madam Malkin's robe shop.

Dudley slowly opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth, which looked so creepy under the dim green light.

In this situation, Malfoy made a decisive "click" sound, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Chapter 45: The Cruel Dursley

Deng Deng Deng.

Marcus and his group walked out slowly, just in time to see Dudley holding Malfoy's head and Malfoy fainting.

There was only one way out of Slytherin, and if he wanted to notify Snape, he had to go through the common room.

However, the scene in front of them shocked everyone. The seniors in the meeting room obviously did not expect the scene outside to be so tragic. In the lounge, there were little wizards lying on the ground in all directions, and none of them could stand up.

They all thought that Dudley had subdued Malfoy among a group of young wizards, but they didn't expect that he had subdued all the young wizards except Malfoy.

What kind of spell had been cast to cause this situation?

A powerful stunning spell?

Or some special spell?

And why are they all covering their buttocks? Is this the effect of the spell?

The senior Slytherins secretly raised Dudley's danger factor by many levels.

This Dursley is not simple. Potter is even more not simple. That Harry Potter is definitely not an ordinary little wizard. The claim that Harry Potter grew up in a Muggle family for so many years is indeed unreliable.

My cousin is so strong, how much worse can Potter be?

Countless thoughts flooded into their minds, and the seniors' eyes flickered, with a hint of complexity when they looked at Dudley.

But the seventh-grade prefect thought more.

Why were there two brothers, one in Gryffindor and the other in Slytherin?

There must be a deeper meaning to this.

Could it be that Potter, no, Mr. Potter intends to conquer Gryffindor first and then subdue Slytherin?

Once this terrible thought arose, it could never be dispelled.

He even addressed Harry with honorifics without realizing it.

Marcus might be the only one among the people present who didn't think about anything, as his brain couldn't handle so many things.

Oh, no, he was thinking of Malfoy.

"Stop! Let go of Malfoy!"

Marcus took out his wand and pointed it at Dudley, then cast a spell: "Stupefy!"

Dark green light burst out from the tip of the wand, and Dudley grabbed Draco without thinking to block the spell.

Ever since these seniors came over, his attention has been on them.

Poor Malfoy, he was just frightened and fainted, but now he was hit by a stunning spell.

Now that’s good, I won’t be able to wake up today.

"Damn it!" Marcus cursed, and cast another spell: "Petrify everyone!"

Dudley grabbed Malfoy's back with one hand and lifted him up, using him as a human shield to block the curse for Dudley again.

Marcus still didn't give up and released several spells again, even mixed with several evil curses, but without exception, they were blocked by Dudley using Malfoy.

For a moment Dudley suspected that the other party was not here to save Malfoy, but had a grudge against Malfoy.

One of them Dudley could faintly hear, something like an old knot.

Poor Malfoy. Not only did he know nothing, but he was also hit by no less than ten curses in one breath.

It really gave him a leg up.

While using the Malfoy shield to block the curse, Dudley grabbed Goyle again and lifted him up in his hands. He looked at the newly appeared seniors very vigilantly: "Enemy?"

There would be no problem in letting him fight against the lower grades, but if he faced the upper grades who had already learned a lot of spells, to be honest, Dudley didn't know the result.