Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"Albus, his ideas are more wild and bolder than yours. He really should be in Gryffindor. How did you assign the sorting hat?"

His tone was full of admiration for Dudley.

"Hey, you just praised his idea. How can there be a Gryffindor if four houses are combined?"

As soon as I finished speaking, a picture refuted it.

"He is ambitious. I see his ambition. He is indeed a Slytherin."

The person who spoke this time was a cunning old man, Phineas Nigellus Black, the only Slytherin headmaster in the history of Hogwarts. He was also known as the most unpopular headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Shut up, Phineas!"

Poor Phineas had just finished speaking when he was dragged away by the principals in the photo frame next door.

He was still shouting something about the glory of Slytherin.

"He's right, I think a disciplinary panel should also be set up."

This time the speaker was a wizard with a pale face and short black bangs.

Evra.

He is also a well-known figure in the history of Hogwarts and has a high reputation in the wizarding world.

"Albus, he's right, you really should think about it."

"I know I know."

Dumbledore nodded, and no one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

"Oh, my God. It's already so late. I don't know if the Skeleton Band has arrived yet. It's time to get ready for the dinner."

Colorful Halloween decorations were hung all over the hall. A thousand bats were fluttering on the walls and ceiling, and another thousand were circling above the dining table like low dark clouds, causing the candle flames in the pumpkin's belly to flicker and float high and low in the sky.

It is certain that the festive atmosphere is very strong.

If we ignore the fact that there are fewer little wizards at the first-year table,

"Dudley are you okay?"

Seeing Dudley coming into the hall as if nothing had happened, Hermione and the others surrounded him with surprise.

He looked around, trying to find out if there was anything missing from Dudley.

"Didn't Professor Dumbledore give you any trouble?"

Dudley rubbed Hermione's head and said, "Of course it's okay. I said we are right."

Reason will take you everywhere.

Well, not only logic but also physics.

He patted Harry and Ron on the shoulders and said, "Ron, thank you for standing up at the critical moment."

"No, I. I didn't do anything."

Ron felt a little embarrassed, but suddenly he remembered something and smiled: "Mr. Dursley, you called my name right."

Basically everyone calls him by his name wrong at one point or another, except Harry.

But now there's one more.

"Don't call me Mr. Dursley. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother D like Harry does."

After hearing this, Harry felt a little unhappy, but it disappeared in a flash.

"Okay, Brother D." Ron said happily.

"Brother D, I think I should intensify my training. I don't want to be unable to do anything like today."

"It should be strengthened, not just physical training."

"Starting tomorrow, I'll take some time to teach you spells."

Dudley meant something else, saying that his theoretical knowledge was more than enough to teach Harry and the others.

As for the reason, he can't be the only one in the disciplinary group.

"Really?" Harry and Ron said happily.

Today, Dudley's little sun-like 'fluorescent flash' really opened their eyes. It was really cool.

Dudley suddenly turned around and said to Neville, who was sitting alone on a bench, "Mr. Longbottom, if you don't mind, let's meet in front of the Hogwarts gate at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

He extended a sincere invitation to Neville and added one more sentence at the end.

"Your body is really suited to exercise."

"Really, really, really?"

Neville looked incredulous and spoke haltingly.

Dudley nodded, "Of course, if you want."

"I am willing."

Neville said quickly, he had long wanted to join Dudley and his friends' small circle.

Dudley stayed at the Gryffindor table for a while, and then sat back at the Slytherin table when the banquet was about to begin.

At the Slytherin table, only Malfoy and his two followers were with Dudley.

To be precise, it was Malfoy who wanted to stay with Dudley. Crabbe and Goyle were dragged over by him. The two little fat boys sat next to Malfoy tremblingly, their faces were pale, and they looked like they were ready to die at any time.

"Why are you so afraid of me? I won't eat people." Dudley touched his smooth chin and said to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them trembled even more violently.

Malfoy seemed to know something and explained it to Dudley quietly.

Whether they eat people or not is another matter. I don’t know where this rumor came from, but it said that Dudley used only one spell to make the Gryffindors kill each other.

The Gryffindor first year bench was proof of that.

This made the young Slytherin wizards even more in awe of Dudley.

Those who are afraid of him will naturally become even more afraid.

Soon after they sat down at the Slytherin table, professors also took their seats one after another. With Dumbledore's announcement, the banquet officially began.

Dudley picked up a lamb chop and put it in his mouth, and got a whole bone. He chewed and said, "Actually, if you get along with me for a long time, you will know that I am very approachable, gentle and easy-going."

"Right, Draco?"

When Dudley called out his name, Malfoy said something against his will that even he himself didn't believe.

"Uh yes, Brother D."

Chapter 86: The Battle of the Prefects

The young wizards of Hogwarts listened to the performance of the Skeleton Band while enjoying the delicious food on the long table.

Not to mention how moist and bad it is.

When Dudley was swallowing the 28th lamb chop, Professor Quirrell, who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, suddenly rushed into the restaurant. His face was full of horror, as if he had seen something horrible.

Professor Quirinus Quirrell, a graduate of Ravenclaw, is the current professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He was formerly the professor of Muggle Studies. He is a guy who stutters when teaching magic. Dudley doesn't have a deep impression of him, but he is very familiar with his smell.

In addition to the strange corpse odor, there was also a strong smell of garlic on his body.

It is worth mentioning that Chilo was originally very smart and had solid theoretical knowledge, but after a trip to Albania for inspection, he seemed like a different person.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, he stumbled to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned on the table, and panted, "Troll. I thought you should know in the dungeon."

He looked so embarrassed, as if he was frightened by the giant monster. After he finished speaking, he fell to the ground and fainted.

The whole restaurant was suddenly in chaos.

Dudley frowned slightly.

Just a giant monster?

As far as he knew, Professor Quirrell was best at dealing with creatures like trolls. He had subdued a troll once while studying at Hogwarts. Mountain trolls were more dangerous and powerful than trolls.

It's just a giant monster, maybe it's a threat to a young wizard, but it's a piece of cake for an adult wizard.

Quirrell's behavior can be said to be quite abnormal.

Dudley looked up at Dumbledore, refusing to believe that he hadn't noticed this.

Dumbledore first raised his voice with a "loud voice" and said a few words to calm the somewhat panicked little wizards, especially those in the lower grades.

Holding the magic wand for a long time but not being able to fart, the troll is definitely a dangerous creature to them.

"Prefects, please stand up." Dumbledore said in a low voice, "Take the students of your house to their dormitories immediately!"

Led by their prefects, the younger wizards walked towards the Slytherin common room.

Of course, this prefect was not Carlo from the seventh grade, but the fifth grade prefect who had led them on the first day.

Dudley naturally followed behind.

He was not particularly interested in the trolls, mainly because the only thing on the trolls' bodies that could be used as potions was their snot, and the key point was that this thing could be bought.

The monster smells really bad.

How to describe it? It's probably like a mixture of rotten onions and cabbages, mixed with a little canned herring that's three years out of date, mixed with rotten butter and the smell of old rice fields that have been fermenting in a pit for dozens of days.

A strange stench wafted from not far away, making Dudley's eyes light up.

"Yes, that's what it tastes like."

Malfoy asked, following closely behind Dudley.

"Brother D, what's this smell?"

Then he soon found out.

"Ugh, it stinks!"

Malfoy covered his nose and retched a few times.

The young wizards around them also began to dry heave, and one or two of them couldn't resist and vomited. This was like a domino effect, with a chain reaction, and the young wizards vomited one after another.

The smell of stench mixed with vomit is so sour.

"Troll! It's a troll!"

The class leader seemed to have reacted as well. He looked around vigilantly for fear that a troll would suddenly appear, and quietly urged the young wizards to return the way they came. However, at this time, many of the young wizards were already lying on the ground, almost vomiting bile.

In order to prevent congestion, the routes taken by senior and junior students back home are different.

Among the four houses, only Slytherin was walking downwards, so the people from the remaining three houses were not nearby.

Right now, I am the only one who can deal with the giant monster.

The fifth-grade prefect looked extremely nervous. His fingers gripping the wand had turned white. He did not look as calm as he had when we first met.

Seeing that Dudley was the only one still standing among the entire group of Slytherin juniors, the prefect showed a look of despair on his face.

"Go find the other prefects and professors."

There was no way he would abandon the little wizards and run away.

"I think it's too late." Dudley pointed to the figure gradually appearing at the corner.

Such a strong stench means that the giant monster is nearby.

It was a monster that was twelve feet tall, with dull skin like granite. Its huge and clumsy body was like a pile of huge boulders, with a small head like a cocoa bean on top.

The short legs were stumpy as tree stumps, and underneath were large, flat, calloused feet.

It held a thick wooden stick in its hand, and because its arms were so long, the stick was dragging on the ground.

"Run, I'll stop him!"

The prefect shouted, then pulled out his wand and pointed it at the troll, "Obstacles!"

This is a simple, limited curse that often appears in wizard duels and can effectively slow down the opponent.

As the magic wand was waved, blue-green sparks burst out from the tip of the wand and fell around the troll, forming countless transparent obstacles that blocked the troll's steps and caused its already slow speed to drop even further.

Obstacles will generally appear in one of four states: briefly pausing the opponent, forcing the opponent to retreat, forming an obstacle to block the opponent, or simply slowing the opponent down.