Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Look at Goyle and Crabbe, those two poor little fat boys. Now whenever they hear the words Dudley or Dursley, they will tremble all over and can’t even walk normally. It is obvious that they have suffered great psychological damage.

They didn't say anything when asked, they just kept trembling.

Malfoy, who fainted first and then was hit by the Stunning Spell, was undoubtedly lucky, but Goyle and Crabbe were different. Although they were hit by the Petrification Spell, they were conscious and fully experienced the feeling of being used as a weapon by others.

Malfoy believed that his psychological endurance was not much stronger than theirs.

Malfoy does have some self-awareness.

He is just arrogant, not stupid.

But he said this, but he didn't think so in his heart. Just because he didn't provoke Dudley didn't mean that he wouldn't chase away other people.

'Hmph, this Friday is Professor Snape's Potions class, I'll show you how powerful I am.'

Malfoy just didn't believe it. How could a wizard born in a Muggle family know potions?

Snape is an old friend of my father, he will definitely be on my side, as long as I target him a little. Do you dare to hit the professor?

Hehe, there’s going to be some good show to watch.

Unfortunately, Malfoy was too happy too early. It was only Monday and there were still four days left until Friday.

I have to say that Dudley is very good at judging people, or rather, he has a very accurate grasp of the psychology of people like Malfoy.

"Isn't this Malfoy? What a coincidence that you are also in class?"

He hadn't taken a few steps when the voice that had given him nightmares all night rang out from behind him.

Accompanied by a pure nonsense as a greeting.

Malfoy turned his head stiffly, and when he saw it was Dudley, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He forced a smile that was uglier than crying and mechanically replied, "Hello."

Pansy, who was originally afraid that Malfoy would have another conflict with Dudley, saw that Malfoy was trembling with fear like a mouse seeing a cat when he saw Dudley, so she stood aside honestly and said no more.

Malfoy let out a long sigh only after Dudley had gone far away. His face instantly turned red when he saw Pansy standing beside him.

"I was just greeting him politely as classmates. You know, Malfoy is very gentlemanly."

Malfoy tried to explain himself, telling lies that he himself didn't believe.

Pansy now believed that Malfoy would never bother Dudley again.

I just don't know if he will tell old Malfoy.

Hope not, Richmond seems to think highly of this brute.

"Hermione, look, I get along very well with my classmates. Look how happy he was smiling just now."

Dudley said seriously.

Along the way, Hermione was like a clockwork duck, trembling and asking about what happened last night.

Although it is a good thing to care about yourself, you definitely cannot tell the truth.

"Really?"

Hermione expressed deep doubt, Malfoy's face didn't look happy at all.

"Why do I feel like he's afraid of you?"

Dudley's face turned grim. "This is slander. If you don't believe me, I'll find someone else to prove it to you."

A lucky audience member is chosen at random.

"Hey, that little someone over there."

Dudley said to a Slytherin freshman not far away.

"I'm talking to you, stop"

As a result, the man acted as if he didn't hear it and quickly quickened his pace.

"If you run again I'll beat you up."

Finally, under the threat of Dudley's stick, the little guy finally stopped, gave Dudley a "smile" that was uglier than Malfoy's, and said that Dudley was very popular in Slytherin.

The result was that Hermione was more suspicious, but she didn't know what was going on.

Although students have textbooks, the professors at Hogwarts rarely read from the textbooks verbatim. The content of the classes is mostly based on the professors' preferences, with a high degree of freedom.

For example, Professor Sprout's first lesson in herbal medicine is to identify Dictamni.

That’s right, the dill essence that Hermione gave Dudley in the morning was extracted from dill.

In fact, Baixian is something that is only learned in the middle and late stages of the first-grade textbook.

I have to say that Professor Sprout is a professor with a very rich reserve of knowledge.

A lot of the knowledge she taught was not in the textbooks, including but not limited to two ways of cultivating dittany, six cultivation techniques, four types of disaster prevention and control, and thirty-six uses. Dudley benefited a lot from this knowledge, and many of the uses were things he had never thought of, so much so that after the course was over, Dudley did not forget to chase Professor Sprout and ask questions.

Putting aside his personal fighting ability, Dudley is best at potions, and herbology is the necessary foundation for potions.

It can be said that if a person is good at Potions, then his Herbology is bound to be excellent. If he is not good at Herbology, then his Potions will definitely be terrible.

So Dudley listened very seriously, remembered very seriously, and studied even more seriously.

His eagerness to learn earned him two points from Slytherin.

Of course, Hermione, who frequently answered the questions correctly, won five points for Gryffindor.

After class, Hermione raised her head and looked at Dudley with a smug look on her face, as if saying.

'How is it? I have three more points than you.'

Dudley smiled helplessly and shook his head.

'This little girl is really competitive.'

So Dudley scored ten points in the History of Magic class.

Not spoiled at all.

His familiarity with the history of magic in the past few hundred years made even Professor Binns look at him differently.

I remembered Dudley's name in that class, although I forgot it in the second class.

In the next Charms class, Hermione tried her best and earned four points for Gryffindor.

Although Dudley waved his wand for a long time without making any sound, his calmness and unique insights into spells made Professor Flitwick give him five points.

After all this time, it was Friday, the day Malfoy had been looking forward to day and night.

That was the day of Potions class.

The setting that St. Petersburg is the godfather of the arrogant man is a rumor and is not intended to be used.

Chapter 48 Potter, Something is Wrong with You

Because Slytherin and Gryffindor had classes together the whole day on Friday, Hermione put a lot of effort into this day in order to earn more extra points than Dudley in the two Potions classes. She almost tore her first-year Potions textbook to pieces.

The Potions classroom is also in a basement, where the temperature is lower than that in the main building of the castle, and it is even colder.

To be honest, Dudley didn't think brewing potions in a place like this would be any better than anywhere else.

Personally, he prefers to stay in a place with normal temperature.

This allows for better control of temperature and heat.

Maybe it's Professor Snape's personal preference.

There were many glass jars placed along the wall of the potion room, filled with numerous animal specimens, including many contraband items that were strictly prohibited in the wizarding world, which made Dudley very envious.

As expected of a potion master, just the things he displays on the surface are all rare and difficult to obtain.

It was said that Snape himself had a small room where he kept potion ingredients, and if that place was robbed, Dudley estimated that he would not be short of ingredients for many years.

But, there is an 80% chance that Professor Snape will hunt him to the ends of the earth.

"Brother D." Harry walked up to Dudley and whispered before class.

Harry had told Dudley the day before that Hagrid had invited him and Dudley to visit his cabin this afternoon.

What can I say about Hagrid? He is not a bad person by nature. If Dudley had not been rude to Vernon first, he would not have had a conflict with him. After getting Dudley's forgiveness, he also got Harry's forgiveness. After all, he was a good friend of Harry's parents and knew a lot about his parents' past.

But if Dudley didn't forgive Hagrid, then Harry wouldn't forgive Hagrid either.

Even though they had forgiven each other now, Harry and Hagrid's relationship was not very close. Everything was dominated by Dudley, and if Dudley refused, he would also refuse.

Dudley agreed very readily. Hagrid's hut was on the border not far from the Forbidden Forest, a place that Dudley longed for.

Or rather, it is a place that everyone who loves herbs and potions will love.

Dangerous, but rich in resources.

However, after spending some time with Hagrid, Dudley's evaluation of Hagrid was 'simply terrible', which was not a compliment in Dudley's evaluation, but it was not a derogatory word either.

The reason for this comment is that Hagrid reminds him of someone - a simple-minded Black Tornado.

Of course, Hagrid is stronger than him, at least not as bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty.

Otherwise, Hagrid, who was of the same period as Voldemort, could have been given the title of Little Dark Lord, um... the physical Dark Lord.

This was the first existence that made Dudley feel wary.

With one minute left before class started, Professor Snape walked in from the door.

With cold and empty eyes, a big guttural nose, greasy hair, and all dressed in black, Snape was a villain in fairy tales no matter how you looked at him. Few young wizards would have a good first impression of him.

Snape walked to the podium, picked up the roster and began to call the roll.

When Harry's name was called, Snape paused.

"Oh, look who this is? Harry Potter. A very famous person."

The sarcastic way of speaking caused many young wizards to cover their mouths and laugh, including Malfoy and his followers. However, after Dudley looked around calmly, the entire Slytherin House fell silent, with only a few Gryffindors who didn't know what was going on still laughing.

"You are here to learn how to make potions."

Snape restored order to the classroom as soon as he opened his mouth, and his deterrent power was no less than Dudley's.

"There's no foolish waving of wands here, so many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrant wafts. I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death. But there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of fools I often meet."

Potions can do many things that spells cannot do. Others may not understand this, but Dudley understands it very well.

He had already experienced the magic of potions.

Even if he could no longer cast spells in the future, his achievements using only potions would not necessarily be worse than those of other wizards.

However, Dudley noticed that when Snape said these words, his eyes would look at Harry intentionally or unintentionally.

Is it because you thought of my poor little aunt?

"Potter!" Snape's voice suddenly rose. "If I add powdered narcissus root to an infusion of wormwood, what will I get?"

"I don't know, sir," Harry answered very honestly.

He didn't even know what narcissus root powder and mugwort were.

Snape's eyes moved away from Harry's green eyes and fell on his face, curling his lips in extreme contempt.

"Tsk, tsk, it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

Another sarcastic remark, and another round of laughter, but this time no Slytherin joined in, all the Gryffindors were laughing.

"Let us try this again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?"

As he spoke, Snape's gaze fell on Harry's eyes again, staring into those green eyes.

In the deepest part of the eyes, there may be some expectations.

Unfortunately, Harry's answer disappointed him once again.

"I don't know, sir."

Harry shook his head; he really didn't know.

"I take it you didn't read a single book before term started, did you, Potter?"

The expression on Snape's face became even more contemptuous, and the deepest part of his eyes was full of disappointment.

That person is gone and will never come back. It's a pity that her children did not inherit her virtues.

"Potter, one last question. What is the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum chamaejasme?"