Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

He seemed terrified.

The troll's body was taken away by Snape, and of course, all its snot had been removed.

According to information Malfoy obtained later, in addition to Slytherin, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were also attacked that night. Hufflepuff was not greatly affected because it was too close to the restaurant.

A total of four giant monsters were captured, one dead and three injured.

So has Hogwarts stirred up a nest of trolls?

Dudley didn't know whether he had disturbed the troll's nest or not, but in any case, he further lowered his opinion of the safety factor of Hogwarts.

Because of the troll incident, Hogwarts strengthened the castle's security overnight, and portraits were placed in every corridor. They would immediately notify the dean of any situation.

Silent all night.

The next day, the first-year Slytherin wizards gathered together at Pansy's call.

"The great Mr. Dursley revealed his identity as a dark wizard in order to save me."

Pansy pointed at herself and said proudly, "Didn't you see? Mr. Dursley was the first one to ask if I was hurt."

"He also fed me a potion himself."

The so-called feeding was actually just Dudley giving her a bottle of concentration potion.

After all, she was closest to the troll and was the most frightened.

"You know, he likes the black tea I make very much."

Pansy said this with a slightly blushing face and lifted her hair, trying to show her charm. Unfortunately, although her facial features were delicate, her hairstyle was too ugly, which was the type that offended the stylist. This behavior actually made her appearance decline.

Although Pansy was quite prestigious among the first-year Slytherin witches, she still caused dissatisfaction among a small number of little witches.

"Everyone remember, don't tell any professor about this."

Pansy changed the subject and explained seriously.

"And what about the Dean?"

Pansy heard this and said sternly, "No! Not even the dean!"

The way Dudley killed the troll was briefly mentioned that day. Snape didn't know whether he discovered it or something else, but he didn't investigate it in depth, so he didn't know that the troll died from the powerful black magic "Flying Sand and Rocks".

"My father told me that the study of the Dark Arts is forbidden in Hogwarts. If he knew about it, he would definitely kick Mr. Dursley out."

Pansy said this as she glanced sharply at the young wizards present.

"Whoever dares to tell others, whoever dares to get Mr. Dursley kicked out of Hogwarts, my Parkinson family will never let him go!"

"So are my Malfoy family!"

"So do my Greengrass family!"

"And I"

The first-year wizards expressed their opinions one after another.

Once upon a time, Dudley, who was looked down upon by all Slytherins, has now become a favorite in the eyes of Slytherins.

Even he himself didn't know this.

Now he and Hermione were sitting in the library reading quietly. Hermione was reading the second-year Charms textbook, and Dudley was reading the old notebook he had taken from Snape before. There were many techniques for improving potions in the notebook, which benefited Dudley a lot.

Sitting behind Dudley and Hermione, Harry, Ron and Neville were each holding three books and reading them.

Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude Dali sorted out the subjects that the three of them were good at and liked these days and arranged them.

Harry was reading the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Neville was reading a book on Herbology, and Ron was reading a book on Divination.

Even though the best way to learn magic is to practice it, you still have to understand the principles behind it first.

On weekends, the early morning is the time for exercise, the morning is the study stage, Dudley goes to Snape to study at noon, and the others can play freely, while the evening is the practical class.

This was the plan Dudley had laid out for them.

The days continue to pass slowly, yet are quite fulfilling and rich.

Since the day after Halloween, Gryffindor found that their house's score hourglass dropped from the second place to the last place.

It wasn't a big deal, it would slowly increase back on Monday anyway. It was like this before when I went out at night or violated the rules, it's just that the loss was more severe this time.

However, after a week, Gryffindor discovered that their hourglass had not grown, but had become shorter.

If it falls any further, it will become zero.

Only then did they realize that the know-it-all lady who was the most active in raising her hand to answer questions in every class never took the initiative to answer questions again.

The only source of bonus points is broken

This was Dudley's advice to Hermione.

"Gryffindor doesn't need that many points."

The so-called house honor was no longer important to Hermione. What was important was that their little group was together and that Dudley was by her side.

The little wizards in Gryffindor didn't care since Miss Know-It-All wouldn't help, but they still had the Quidditch game to attend.

As long as they get first place, they can still return to the second place and compete with Slytherin for the first place.

In the biting cold wind of November, the annual Quidditch match kicked off.

The first match is between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Surprisingly, Malfoy became Slytherin's Seeker, and was easily selected on the condition that all Slytherins changed their flying brooms. It has to be said that money really can do whatever you want.

With his graceful movement and physique slightly superior to his peers, he caught the Golden Snitch from Gryffindor's Seeker first.

Amid the curses of Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan, Slytherin stepped onto the podium, and the house's points increased again.

1. The competition brooms are not uniform, and their performance is different and unfair;

2. The commentator’s stance is unfair and he has his own agenda.

Dudley recorded these two events in his little notebook.

As long as you concentrate on studying, time will pass quickly and December will come in the blink of an eye.

In a few days, the first semester of the first grade will end.

However, there was still no news from Dumbledore about the establishment of a group.

On Saturday afternoon, Snape limped into the Potions room.

"Professor, you are injured."

Dudley noticed Snape's abnormality at first sight, sniffed the air a few times, and said, "It smells like white mulberry, licorice, and houttuynia cordata."

"If I'm not mistaken, you must have been bitten by something."

As he said this, he gently lifted up Snape's trouser leg and looked at the huge tooth mark on it.

“It’s still a canine creature.”

Chapter 89: Bring a thermos?

"The answer is correct, but unfortunately no extra points were given."

Snape said a joke that even he himself thought was a joke: "Dursley, if I want to recover sooner, what potion should I use?"

Are you using yourself to test me?

Every potion master is a qualified healer and, of course, a qualified poisoner.

"Let me determine the extent of your injuries first."

Dudley's face turned serious and he began to observe Snape's injuries carefully, not missing any details.

There is no injury to the femoral artery or bones, so there is no need for bone-growing medicine or blood tonic.

The seemingly exaggerated teeth marks and the wound that almost went through the calf were actually the easiest places to treat.

It can be treated with just one tube of Dictamni essence.

This was the magical effect of the potion. Most external injuries healed in a short time. Even things like regrowing bones only took one night.

The wounds on Snape's legs were more than just superficial.

Snape can heal that minor skin injury by applying some medicine himself.

A faint grey gas emanated from his wound, and the edges were covered with a thin layer of aged moss green. If you touched it lightly, thick water with a slight fishy smell would seep out from under the skin.

In order to treat him, the first thing to do is to make sure that Snape was injured by something.

It looked like Snape would not tell Dudley directly.

Then he had to analyze it himself.

"This kind of large canine-like magical creature is rare, especially one that can cause this kind of curse effect."

If there is a curse effect, then it can definitely be ruled out as an ordinary animal, it must be a magical creature.

“Pus and rot”

“It can also hinder the growth of new flesh”

Dudley muttered to himself, comparing Snape's injuries one by one.

Finally draw a conclusion.

"Guard dog? Or. Three-headed dog?"

Guard dogs and three-headed dogs are actually different branches of the same magical creature. Both are huge, ferocious, carnivorous canines, but the latter has more heads.

Legend has it that they are the guard dogs of the underworld. As to whether this is true or not, you can only know it by going to the underworld.

Therefore, there is a curse in their teeth that can cause the bodies of creatures bitten by them to rot bit by bit. Ordinary healing potions are completely ineffective and will instead make the situation worse.

Seeing that Snape didn't say anything, Dudley took it as his consent. After all, the treatment for these two magical creatures was the same.

"Professor Snape, I'm curious about where you got into trouble with this creature. As far as I know, there is no such creature living in the shallow part of the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts."

Dudley said as he pulled out a few vials and began mixing potions on the spot.

He didn't have any healing potions ready.

"Have you been to the Forbidden Forest? Hiss."

The potion dripped onto the wound, making a sizzling sound. It was removing the curse, but the process was not very comfortable.

Even Snape took a breath.

It's not an ordinary pain.

"There are lots of Potions ingredients there, Professor."

"Instead of letting them sit there and rot, I'd better make full use of them."

Dudley kept talking, but his hands showed no sign of slowing down.

Since the bite did not hit a fatal part of the body, it was not difficult to lift the curse. All one had to do was apply medicine on time. However, given Snape's physical condition, it would take at least three days for him to heal.

Dudley poured the prepared potion onto the gauze he had prepared in advance, and then pressed it hard against Snape's wound.

"Just keep boiling it for three days."

Finished the work.

"Judging the injury, full marks."

"Full marks for the choice of materials."

"Full marks for brewing the potion."

“But it’s ugly.”

Snape commented on Dudley's behavior one by one, and finally looked at the potion on his foot with his eyelids twitching slightly.

White cloth with a round black kernel.

It's like a dog-skin plaster.

Luckily, Snape was bitten on his foot, not on his face.

"Professor, I am not a professional therapist."