Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

What a pity. There is only one like this among so many.

What's left are still a bunch of little troublemakers.

Um, a souped-up version of Poltergeist or a group of Peeves?

"Let me guess, your name is Dobby and you are a house elf. There are two owners in the house, one old and one young."

"So. You're from the Malfoy family."

Dobby looked a little helpless as he didn't expect his magic to fail. After hearing what Dudley said, his eyes widened.

If you have a house-elf, you must be pure-blood, and there are only a few pure-blood families.

Even if Dudley didn't know anything, it wouldn't take much time to guess.

"Dobby didn't say anything."

"Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby!"

This time Dobby banged his head against the cabinet.

Every house-elf is bound by a contract to its master, and their behavior will be restricted by the contract until it is terminated.

"Then let me guess again. The dangerous thing you mentioned isn't this, is it?"

As Dudley spoke, a step slowly rose from the ground, and a mass of unknown gelatinous black substance lay quietly on it.

Those are the remains of the diary.

Dobby screamed in surprise: "Mr. Dursley actually ruined the old master's plot."

"Harry Potter is safe!"

"Harry was always safe."

Dudley pointed out something else and said, "But it has become unsafe recently because of some people."

Harry's first love also ended in miscarriage due to someone's intervention. Poor Harry, let us observe a second of silence. Haha. It's so tragic.

"It's all the old master's conspiracy."

Dobby didn't catch the underlying meaning in Dudley's words at all.

"Dobby can't speak ill of his master. Bad Dobby is bad Dobby."

He was about to bang his head against the wall again, but this time Dudley blocked it with his hand.

"Dobby, I can see that you are not an ordinary house-elf. You have a strong sense of autonomy. Do you want freedom?"

“I think we can make a deal.”

Chapter 143 The World’s No. Wizard Competition?

Hogwarts, Quidditch grounds.

There were very few little wizards coming to watch today, and there were barely a few people to be seen.

Normally, no matter which of the four academies is training, it will be surrounded by young wizards.

Quidditch is the favorite sport of wizards.

"Hey, Wood, what day is today? Is everyone going to the OWLs? The date is wrong?"

George, the batsman, nudged his captain with his elbow and asked.

Wood just glanced at the other person without saying anything, but the sullen expression on his face showed that he actually knew the reason.

"Train well. We will have a match with Slytherin in two days. Don't lose."

At this moment, there was a cheer from outside the stadium. The sparse spectators in the stadium seemed to have encountered something urgent and hurriedly ran out of the stadium with their things.

"Now there's no audience. We don't even have the motivation to train."

George uttered a wail and hugged his broom, looking weak and hurt.

It’s not because there’s no motivation without an audience, but because everyone knows the secret and I feel uncomfortable when I don’t.

"So what happened?"

"George, you didn't know?" said the man standing next to George, who looked almost identical to him.

"Fred, you know?" George was stunned and looked up at his twin brother.

How could you know something that I don't even know?

Fred looked proud: "Of course, little Angelina just told me."

"Oh~~~ Little Angelina." George dragged his "oh" hand for a long time, looked at Fred with envy and jealousy, and repeated what he had just said.

He knew that his brother was pursuing Angelina.

Fred said seriously: "Hey, George, you can't call her Angelina. Maybe she will become your sister-in-law."

"Why not your sister-in-law?" George asked back.

Fred said as a matter of course, "Because I'm older than you."

"Take off your pants and compare?"

"Give me good training!"

Wood rudely interrupted the two people who were digressing.

'Hush the tyrant is angry.'

Tyrant Wood

Wood, who usually looks like a good guy to outsiders, will turn into a strict "tyrant" once he is involved in Quidditch, especially Gryffindor Quidditch.

"In the end what happened?"

George asked quietly.

"Today is the day of the first 'Wizard Card' tournament, and it will be held at Hogwarts."

It was not Fred who answered him, but Katie Bell.

Like Angelina, she is a Gryffindor suitor.

"Oh my god! The Wizard card! What did I miss?"

George let out a cry as if he had thought of something.

"Everyone else is watching the wizard card game, so who cares about Quidditch?"

Not every little wizard likes the competitive sport of Quidditch, but almost every little wizard knows a hand or two of wizard cards.

"I want to go too."

George whispered.

Fred echoed, "Me too."

"I told you to train hard!"

Captain Wood's angry roar came from not far away, interrupting the conversation of several people.

Hogwarts Castle is still the location of the Great Hall. At this time, the Great Hall is once again brand new and filled with various decorations.

At the same time, the long tables originally used for the four major colleges were removed and replaced with desks one after another, with a stool placed on each side of the desk.

In the center of the auditorium, there was a huge banner with a few large characters written on it - 'The World's No. 1 Wizard Competition'.

Well. Behind the word "wizard" and the big word "tournament", there is a very small word "card".

From a distance, that is the 'World's No. 1 Wizarding Competition'.

The hall was filled with wizards of all sizes, all of whom craned their necks to look inside, waiting for the competition to begin. Even Dumbledore, the headmaster, was alarmed.

I originally thought it would be a gathering of the Duelist Club level at most, but I didn't expect such a large crowd to gather here.

Fortunately, this 'First Wizarding Card Tournament' was only held in Hogwarts as a pilot.

Otherwise, it wouldn't just be students, but adult wizards would also come to participate.

There certainly weren't enough seats in the Great Hall at Hogwarts Castle.

"My name is Carlo. I believe many people know me. A year ago, I was a seventh-year student at Hogwarts, and now I am the president of Witch and Poison Publishing House. It is an honor to be here."

Carlo, one of the organizers, stood on the stage and spoke.

It's better to let him take the spotlight, and Dudley just needs to share the profits.

Holding card-playing competitions from time to time, with high prize money as the lure, can greatly extend the 'lifespan' of entertainment activities like 'Wizard Cards'. As long as you don't do stupid things and hold events regularly, you will definitely make a lot of money.

By then you can make money even while lying down.

"Then, I hereby declare the first World's No. 1 Wizard Card Competition officially open."

"Now we will have a wizard card duel by drawing lots."

Following Carlo's announcement, the young wizards in the audience cheered.

"Hey, my dear students, didn't I tell you? I'm actually good at wizard cards."

Lockhart stood on the stage and boasted about his abilities: "I will also publish a new book in a while - "The Secrets of My and Wizard Cards". If you want to know the secrets of my skills, you can buy it yourself when the time comes."

How could such a lively event be complete without Lockhart?

When it comes to riding on the popularity of others, no one can compare to Lockhart.

However, facing his former employer, Witch and Poison Publishing, Lockhart really couldn't have the nerve to go and host it.

Carlo is not the previous president. If Lockhart dares to stand up to him, he will dare to confront Lockhart.

In fact, when he learned about this, he proposed to cooperate in hosting the event, but was decisively rejected by Carlo.

But Lockhart certainly wouldn't give up this good opportunity to become famous.

If I can't gain popularity as an organizer, I'll just gain popularity as a contestant.

There is no rule that professors cannot sign up to participate.

"My wizard cards are really good."

Lockhart said this in a very exaggerated tone, and then faced his first opponent.

"Lockhart? There's no way he can win." Ron was also participating in the competition, and he participated for the champion's prize.

That's a full five hundred gold Galleons. No matter which little wizard wins, this money will be enough to last for a long time.

Actually, Carlo's original idea was one thousand, but it was rejected by Dudley. Anyway, the first session was for young wizards, and there was not much difference between one thousand and five hundred. For them, these were both huge sums of money.

"I advise Rona Erduo not to be so complacent. His deck is quite good."

Malfoy also participated, but he didn't participate for the prize money, he just wanted to beat Ron.

Just as Malfoy said, Lockhart won the first game easily.

Chapter 144 But if I take this out, how will you respond?

"How is this possible? How could a mere Lockhart defeat Beckas?" Ron stared blankly at the referee announcing the victory.

I don't understand.

"Becas' card skills are not inferior to mine!" Ron was very puzzled: "Is it just luck?"

Beccas from Ravenclaw is good at cartoon and mythological story decks. Most people are no match for him.

"Ronaldo, everyone has their shining points. You can't always look at people with old eyes. Our professor is very thick-skinned and has a very active mind."

Malfoy spoke in a serious tone, as if he was teaching a junior a lesson. This made Ron very unhappy, and he planned to teach Malfoy a lesson later.

But Ron agreed with Malfoy on one point: Lockhart was really thick-skinned.

But what Malfoy said was not wrong. It is true that Lockhart may be a guy who only knows how to talk big now, but it does not mean that he has no ability. Lockhart graduated as the first in Ravenclaw.

On the other side, Neville also won. He is good at using magical plant-based card decks.

Ron's deck is a prophecy deck, and this deck has a huge feature - face-to-face.