Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

To be honest, Dudley was quite short of money when he first arrived at Hogwarts, but he cared more about the other person.

Not to mention anything else, the fact that he, as a seventh grader, was willing to apologize to me, a first grader, was something that few people could do.

Is a character.

Dudley memorized the man's name, Richmond Carrow.

The destined person to lead the Carlo family in the future.

Maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the future.

"You must be a little tired on your first day at Hogwarts. I won't bother you here."

"By the way, Slytherin has the most rooms among the four houses. You can choose an empty bedroom there at will. I promise that no one will disturb your rest."

"Good night."

Every word Richmond Carroll said touched Dudley's heart, which made Dudley's evaluation of him even higher.

As the two said goodbye in a friendly manner, Dudley walked towards the Slytherin rest area.

It would be great if this matter could be resolved smoothly. Dudley Dursley just wanted to live a peaceful school life.

As long as you don't provoke him, Dudley thinks he is easy to talk to, well, probably.

After Dudley left, the prefect's face immediately fell, and he said to his companions in an unprecedentedly stern tone: "What happened today must not be spread to anyone except us."

Especially if Gryffindor knew about it, things would definitely not end well.

"Otherwise, no matter who it is, they will be our Slytherin's enemy, in the name of my Carrow family."

Even if Potter is not a dark wizard, he must be a powerful wizard. And this Dursley is not a simple person either.

Don't offend if you can.

Slytherin only sides with the victor.

"Clean up this place, and don't let anyone know what happened today."

"The Dean's place." said a Slytherin senior.

"There's no need to tell Professor Snape about this kind of trivial matter. We can just handle it ourselves."

Then the prefect looked at Marcus lying on the ground with disgust and said, "When this idiot wakes up, tell him that I don't want to see any more news about him getting into trouble this year."

He was extremely disappointed with Marcus' performance today.

"And don't mess with Dudley Dursley again, at least until I graduate."

In fact, he didn't need to say it. The Slytherins in the first, second and third grades would consciously keep this secret collectively. No one wanted the news of them being spanked to spread.

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In addition to the lounge, the Slytherin dormitories are also decorated mainly in green and silver. Fortunately, the lights in the dormitories are still normal colors. If they were also green, it would really not be suitable for reading.

Although it was time to go to bed, it was actually still early, so Dudley put the items in the suitcase one by one, checked the items he brought with him, and began his potion plan again.

Things like potions require more practice.

Except for electrical products, other products can be driven normally, such as an old camera and experimental equipment made by ordinary people.

After successfully making a few bottles of potion and carefully putting them into the potion bag, Dudley picked up a book and began to read it while lying on the bed.

In fact, Dudley didn't want to plan so much. He thought he was too weak now. If he didn't plan, he would either be bullied or endure being bullied.

Neither of them is his style.

A blacksmith must be strong himself, and the most important thing is to increase his own strength.

The most powerful trump card he has now is Ripple Qigong.

Starting tomorrow the training will be doubled.

The next morning, many little wizards who woke up early discovered that there was an agile figure on the lawn outside the castle.

Morning jogging, dumbbell exercises, one-finger push-ups, and swimming.

Swimming is actually the best choice, which can fully exercise the muscles of the whole body.

Wearing a small vest and shorts, her nearly perfect inverted triangle body curve attracted the attention of many young wizards.

Dalin's extraordinary physique and his identity as Harry Potter's cousin attracted a lot of attention at yesterday's opening banquet, so many young wizards knew him.

"Oh my god, is he really a first grader?"

"That leader said he was in the seventh grade, so believe it."

"What a great figure."

"He should be able to lift me."

Many senior school girls couldn't take their eyes off Dudley once they had them. Without exception, they were full of admiration for Dudley's figure, but there was a hint of something else in their tone.

If Dudley were more handsome, he would surely receive a lot of love letters.

In addition to female young wizards, Dudley also attracted the attention of many male young wizards, most of whom were from Hufflepuff House.

"He's so strong."

"How do you exercise?"

“I want a good figure like that, too.”

The male young wizards are more envious, and many of them are even thinking about whether they should exercise too.

Of course, there were some little wizards who spoke in a sour tone.

"We are wizards, what do we need such strong bodies for?"

At this time, senior students would sit next to him, pat him on the shoulder, and speak to him earnestly.

"You'll understand later."

Leaving behind a confused little wizard.

But Dudley didn't know all this. After a day of morning exercise, on the way back to Slytherin, Dudley met Hermione who had dark circles under her eyes and was holding something.

"Didn't you sleep well?" Dudley asked with concern.

Seeing Dudley with his eyes as big as copper bells open as if nothing had happened, Hermione glared at him unhappily, turned around and left angrily, leaving Dudley standing there puzzled with a confused look on his face.

As a result, Hermione didn't walk far before she fell back silently, stuffed the things in her arms to Dudley, and turned away again.

The whole process took place in silence.

Dudley was even more confused.

After Hermione walked away, Dudley remembered to check what she had given him.

It was a small hand-woven bag. Judging from the rough workmanship, it must have been made by Hermione herself.

There are several identical small bottles placed in the small bag.

He took out one of them and opened a crack. The fresh fragrance coming from the bottle shocked Dudley.

White fresh flavor.

The purpose is of course for treatment.

Are you worried about getting hurt?

What a straightforward little girl.

Dudley smiled and shook his head.

"What are you still standing there for? Do you want to be late? We have the first class together."

I heard the dissatisfied voice of a girl not far away.

"Wait while I change clothes."

After Dudley had a pleasant first day of study at Hogwarts, he did some evening exercise and took a nice bath.

When I was about to rest, there was a knock on the bedroom door. I opened the door and there was no one outside. There was an exquisite small leather suitcase on the ground with a parchment letter on it.

'To Mr Dursley,'

This is the compensation and small gift that we agreed on earlier.

The first layer is gold Galleons. Just as Carlo said, he bought it at a high price of ten Galleons (slightly higher than the actual purchase price of the wand). This price was not too much, nor too little, just right.

On the second layer, a small crystal bottle lay quietly inside.

It emits a beautiful luster under the light.

Felixir.

A magical potion that increases luck.

This is a very precious and difficult potion to brew, and most importantly, it is in short supply.

Dudley quietly put the things away and placed them in the small bag he carried close to his body.

It seems that Richmond Carlo has spent a lot of money to make friends with me.

Chapter 47 I will tell my dad

"I will definitely tell my dad and he will be kicked out."

The first thing Malfoy did when he woke up and found that he was fine was to shout that he would sue his father.

In addition to bragging about his father all day long, he just sued his father.

Just like some naughty kids.

He was fine thanks to the potion from Carlo, otherwise the knot alone would have kept him out of bed for three days. Of course, if it was too short, maybe it would be okay.

Malfoy's character is like this. As long as he is fine, he will jump up again. He can jump and feel itchy. According to the original trajectory, he will fight with Harry and the three for six years until Voldemort returns.

"Draco! Don't tell anyone!"

As soon as Malfoy heard what he said, a girl with shoulder-length bob hair next to him quickly covered his mouth, fearing that he would continue talking and cause public outrage.

"This is Richmond's order. Do you want to disobey him?"

The girl's name is Pansy Parkinson.

As a freshman, she naturally participated in what happened last night.

Whenever Pansy thought of what happened that night, she felt a dull pain in her butt.

No one escapes the Ass Destroyer, and she certainly wasn't spared either.

What happened that night has become a taboo for the entire Slytherin family and must not be discussed.

"What's so great about Richmond? He's just a Carrow family. He just started school a few years earlier than me. I'll tell my dad. Okay, I won't tell anyone."

Under Pansy's gaze, Malfoy's voice became smaller and smaller, until it was so small that he could hardly hear it.

Not everyone believed Malfoy. For example, the Carrow family, the seventh grade head, and the Parkinson family of Pansy were no less capable than Malfoy.

We are all at the same level, so no one should show off.

"Draco!"

Pansy shouted, signaling him to stop talking.

What happened that night had already made many young wizards dissatisfied with Malfoy.

They lost, led by Malfoy.

Slytherin only sides with the victor.

And why are you the only one who is fine when everyone else is hurt? Of course, Crabbe and Goyle were not beaten, but they were petrified and used as weapons. Look at how they are trembling when they smell D now, and no one is willing to trade with them.

It was a pity that he didn't think about it at all, nor did he notice that the young Slytherin wizards in the common room all cast unfriendly looks at him.

"For the sake of the Carlo family, I won't bother with this barbarian. I hope he won't provoke me again, otherwise I will make him pay."

The only tough thing about Malfoy is his mouth.

In fact, Malfoy just shouted a few words and talked nonsense. After yesterday, he really didn't dare to provoke that evil guy Dudley again.