Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Although many of these are from twenty years ago, the wizarding world has not changed much over the years.

Dudley clearly felt Snape's body tremble slightly when he mentioned his aunt Lily.

Snape suddenly thought of something, and he raised his head abruptly, staring at Dudley with his empty, lifeless eyes until Dudley became a little scared.

"I understand. Petunia's child is so outstanding. He must have inherited Lily's talent."

In fact, according to scientific theory, it is actually possible to explain Dudley inheriting Lily's talent, but that involves genetics.

If we compare the talent for potions to a recessive gene X, both Penny and Lily possess this recessive gene X, but Penny does not have the conditions to become a wizard, so this recessive gene X is not activated. However, when Dudley became a wizard, this recessive gene X was activated.

Of course, Dudley would rather think that this was a change brought about by his coming into this world and had little to do with genetics.

But it doesn't matter what Dudley thinks, just what Snape thinks is fine.

He stubbornly believed that it was Lily who was guiding him.

Look at it, he inherited Lily's excellent talent for Potions, and he is a childhood sweetheart of Gryffindor and Slytherin. He is an exact replica of how he and Lily were back then. How could such a coincidence happen in the world?

Of course he is stronger than me.

Professor Snape was relatively thin when he was in school.

What do these wizards say? They don't believe in science, but in fate and prophecy.

Even powerful people like Voldemort and Dumbledore were very superstitious about fate. Voldemort killed the Potter family because of a prophecy, and he was killed just as predicted.

Dudley is different from them. He doesn't believe in prophecies, he believes in muscles.

"You..." Snape stared at Dudley seriously, dragging out his voice. Just when Dudley couldn't help but punch him, he continued, "Do you want to learn potions from me?"

Snape actually had the idea of ​​passing on what he had learned throughout his life long ago, but he had never found the right opportunity.

The pride of being a potion master made him have very high standards and be very picky. If someone wanted to learn potions from him, they had to have at least half of Lily's talent for potions. However, in his mind, Lily's talent for potions was infinite, and half of infinity was still infinity.

Now he thought that he said this because he had received guidance from Lily. If one day he didn't feel so or Dudley refused or didn't agree, then there would be no such opportunity again.

And this is just an opportunity. If Dudley is not capable enough to grasp it, he will still be abandoned.

The wizarding world does not have the custom of accepting apprentices under the motto "once a teacher, always a father".

"Of course, it's my pleasure, Professor Snape."

Chapter 51: Warming tea and chopping horse manure? (Seventh update)

Slytherin common room.

"He's finished."

"That big, stupid guy with only muscles is dead this time."

Under the dim fluorescent green light, Malfoy excitedly told his first-year classmates about what happened in the Potions class today: "As you know, Professor Snape is a good friend of my father. My father had been with him before I came to Hogwarts."

Malfoy started his daily routine of showing off his father again.

Then he lowered his voice and tried to make his tone as sinister as possible: "Professor Snape will teach him a lesson, punish him, and then kick him out of Slytherin and Hogwarts in disgrace."

"Hey, this has nothing to do with me. It was done by Professor Snape."

"I'm just"

Malfoy spoke of his plan smugly, as if he had already seen the scene of Dudley being kicked out.

"My father said that Slytherin is a place where only people of noble blood can stay."

It’s the old cliché theory of bloodline again.

Malfoy was immersed in his own world and did not notice the drastic changes in the faces of the little wizards around him. He did not even notice Pansy winking at him frequently, or the abnormalities of Goyle and Crabbe with pale lips and trembling bodies.

until

"It is not gentlemanly to speak ill of others behind their backs, and of course there are no true gentlemen left in England."

"Mr. Drag, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. I won't be leaving Hogwarts in the short term."

A creepy voice came from behind Malfoy. At that moment, Malfoy felt his hands and feet were cold, as if he had fallen into an icy hell. Like a drake with its throat strangled, the sound stopped abruptly.

A huge hand descended from the sky and pressed on Malfoy's head. Then he felt his scalp tighten and his whole body was lifted up by someone with one hand.

Dudley really didn't understand what was so great about some wizards' so-called bloodline theory.

In his impression, only pets emphasize bloodline and only pets pay attention to purebreds.

By the way, the Malfoys who pride themselves on their pure bloodline have platinum blond hair, while the Weasleys, whom they look down upon, have red hair. What does red hair mean in England?

If you have studied a little English history, you will definitely know.

The aborigines of the European continent are called Celts, and the symbol of Celtic blood is red hair. In other words, the Weasley family has Celtic blood. If we trace the origin, the Weasley family is more than present Any pure blood is purer.

As for the blonde hair, she could be a descendant of either the Germanic or Viking people.

It is well known that the Vikings were a group of robbers.

So, even if we trace back to the roots, there is nothing worthy of praise about Malfoy.

"I think we should have a good chat."

"Before I lose all my patience."

Dudley carried Malfoy roughly and walked towards the Slytherin common room with huge strides.

Isn't this an excuse to deal with Malfoy?

"No! You can't do that!" Malfoy shouted in horror.

He struggled hard, kicking Dudley and waving his fists to try to break free, but it was no use.

It was hilarious, his short arms and legs couldn't even touch Dudley.

The other Slytherins just watched Dudley carrying Malfoy away. No one in the huge lounge dared to step forward to stop them, including Malfoy's two bodyguards. The two poor little fat guys fainted the moment they saw Dudley, and it was unclear whether they were really fainting or just faking it.

"No one helped you. You have such a bad character, you arrogant guy. Tsk, I thought I could be happy today."

Dudley's words made the faces of the surrounding Slytherin wizards change drastically. They quickly retreated as if avoiding the plague, and a no-man's land appeared with Dudley as the center. Even Crabbe and Goyle, who had fainted on the ground, turned paler.

In fact, after the first night of school, Malfoy's reputation in Slytherin had subtly changed.

You Malfoy are great, you Malfoy are noble, but you got us beaten.

There wasn't even any expression afterward?

Even the good guys are made by the Carlo family.

Ultimately, Mr. Zhaage is too young and doesn't understand the ways of the world.

"Please wait a moment."

It’s not like there’s no one, there’s at least one person, right?

"Well? What do you think of my actions, Miss Parkinson?"

Dudley turned his head slowly and stared at Pansy with a pair of eyes as big as copper bells.

Guess how long this girl would cry if she punched herself?

At that moment, Pan Xi felt that she was being watched by a ferocious beast. Even though the other party hadn't done anything, she couldn't even breathe.

"I mean, you must be hungry. How about a cup of tea and some dessert?"

Miss Parkinson said very sincerely.

What Malfoy? None of her business.

"No sugar for the tea. Please prepare some cookies. I'm a little hungry."

He happened to be a little hungry, so it would be rude to refuse if someone wanted to treat him to a meal.

"I'll be back to drink it in a bit, before the tea gets cold, thank you."

As he spoke, he continued to carry Malfoy towards the room deep in the common room. The young Slytherin wizards watched them leave.

"He wouldn't eat Draco, would he?"

Pansy murmured as she watched the two people leaving.

It was a pity that no one in Slytherin could answer her.

Just when the two men disappeared from sight, the two little fat guys who were originally lying there jumped up from the ground as if their butts were on fire.

It's obvious that these two were just pretending.

"I'm going to tell my dad"

Seeing that force was useless, Malfoy could only try to borrow his father's name.

After all, he is a well-known daddy's boy, and the key is that his father's title is generally quite useful.

"If I were you, I wouldn't."

Dudley lifted Malfoy very roughly, completely disregarding his feelings.

Malfoy felt as if his scalp was about to be torn off by the other party. It hurt, but he had no way to do anything.

Dudley walked all the way inside, to the depths of the Slytherin common room, found a room at random, 'gently' pushed the door open, and then closed it.

The room was bigger than expected, with a big table in the middle.

What a coincidence, this was exactly where the Slytherin seniors had gathered before.

Because it was a basement, without any lights on, the entire room was only lit by a little dim light.

Throwing Malfoy aside like a chicken, Dudley slowly leaned over and looked down at him: "Hey, boy, there are only two of us now. No matter what I do to you, no one will know."

Especially when no one knows the emphasis on these words.

Dudley's sinister words made Malfoy feel creepy, and a chill ran through his body.

The rest can only be released tomorrow, and all that can be released has been released to everyone! So it’s not too much to ask for a ticket, right?

Chapter 52: I'll block you at your door (please give me a monthly ticket!! Double it!)

"you can not"

Malfoy wanted to stand up, but he couldn't do it at all. He felt his legs shaking unconsciously.

He could hear his upper teeth hitting against his lower teeth as he spoke, making a 'clicking' sound.

"Oh? Why can't I?"

Dudley tapped the conference table in the room with his fingers. Each tap was like a heavy hammer hitting Malfoy's heart, making him tremble unconsciously. Dudley stretched out his hand as big as a palm leaf fan and said slowly, "You should know that you have offended me many times."

"I think I should have told you that I'm not a nice guy, Mr. Drag."

"The students outside will know that it was you who took me away." Malfoy's IQ was rarely online, and he shouted as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "If you dare to hurt me, the professor will know, and they will expel you."

Malfoy became excited at the mention of expulsion.

At this moment, it was as if I had found something to rely on. My teeth didn't chatter, my body didn't tremble, and I went all the way.

"Mr. Malfoy," Dudley lowered his voice, interrupting Malfoy's fantasy, with a dangerous look in his eyes: "Are you threatening me?"

Dudley's look was enough to make Malfoy, who had just mustered up his courage, deflate it like a deflated balloon.

"What gave you the illusion that I cared whether I was expelled?"

Did Dudley care about being fired?

To be fair, he did care about it. He really wanted to spend the next few years of his college life in Hogwarts in peace.

But...why did Malfoy fire himself?

With his suspected Viking ancestry?

Or is it because his father is the school director?

Oh, if it were somewhere else, having a father who is a school director could really do whatever he wants.

Unfortunately, Hogwarts is not like some private schools, and the power of the school directors is not that great.

They couldn't even decide what to eat at night at Hogwarts.