Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 365 359. A drop of Harry’s blood (please vote for me)

At night, when the entire Hogwarts fell into a sweet dream, a loud voice suddenly sounded in the Hogwarts principal's office. Fawkes was so frightened that Fox flew out of his nest and hovered on the ceiling.

"Ring, ring, ring, answer the phone!"

Then a hemispherical object climbed onto the principal's desk in a slow crawling manner. It was a golden telephone bug. It opened a pair of big bloodshot eyes and shouted around while climbing.

Apparently it doesn't like being woken up in the middle of the night.

Fox looked very angry, glaring at the golden phone bug that kept chirping and shouting. If it had been any other bug, it would have swallowed it in one gulp, but the smart Fox knew that this phone bug was not its food.

Until Dumbledore took the receiver off it.

Dumbledore was standing in front of the window sill not far away. He didn't fall asleep, looking at the sky and not knowing what he was thinking.

Can't sleep at night.

"Hey Albus, it's me."

Grindelwald's magnetic voice came from the phone bug. If it were normal Dumbledore would have hung up the phone very decisively.

Only this time, this time he didn't choose to hang up.

Instead, he put the receiver to his ear.

"I'm Albus."

Tonight, two centenarians, who had not had a good conversation in half a century, had a sleepless night and stayed on the phone all night long.

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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, we didn't mean it, really."

In the corridor of Hogwarts, two fat guys who were one head shorter than Harry were apologizing constantly. Both of them had a look of fear on their faces, and one of them seemed to be about to cry.

These two chubby little guys are Malfoy's usual followers, Crabbe and Goyle.

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry waved his hands repeatedly, patted the dust on his butt, and stood up from the ground. He didn't seem to be injured, except that his forehead was cut and there was a little blood on it.

"We'll wipe it for you." One of the chubby little guys quickly took out a handkerchief and hurriedly tried to wipe the wound on Harry's forehead, but Harry stopped him after just a few wipes.

This was not wiping his blood, it was just rubbing his forehead with a handkerchief, using his head as a washboard.

It's really rude.

Speaking of which, this matter is ridiculous. Harry was thinking and walking a few minutes ago. Because he was in the Hogwarts castle, Harry's alertness was at its lowest and he didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment. Who would have thought that as soon as he entered the blind spot around the corner, two chubby little guys would suddenly appear and rush into each other. He had no time to avoid them and collided with them.

It would be fine if it had been anyone else. With Harry's physical condition, even if he bumped into him intentionally, the other person would have been bounced away. However, it happened to be these two heavyweight creatures.

Well, although Harry has more muscles than the two of them combined and his body is very solid, in terms of weight, he is really not as good as either of them.

What stood in front of him was simply two solid balls of flesh.

Solid bowling.

Dudley had mentioned to Draco more than once that these two meatheads should participate in sumo wrestling competitions so that they could win a few champions.

"Come on, come on."

Harry waved to indicate that he was fine, and at the same time rubbed the red skin next to the wound. The area that was fine was probably scratched. Could the handkerchiefs used by these two guys be made of gauze?

"Hey, Harry." Draco's voice sounded, and he was seen walking down the stairs next to him. While greeting Harry, he saw his two followers: "Crabbe? Goyle? Why are you here too? Just in time, I have something to say to you."

"Why are you two so weird during this period? You don't pay attention to me when I say hello. You seem to be avoiding me intentionally. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Draco"

Goyle seemed to want to say something to Draco, but Crabbe on the side quickly pulled his sleeves and winked at his companion with his big, fat face, stopping what he was going to say next.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, I'm really sorry."

The two balls first bowed to Harry with great difficulty, which made Harry a little worried that the two of them would actually turn into two bowling balls rolling around. Then they said to Draco with a very unnatural expression: "Draco, I'm sorry. We really have something to do, let’s talk next time, let’s talk next time.”

After saying that, he didn't give Draco a chance to speak and left in a hurry, fearing that Draco would follow them.

The two of them kept their heads down during the whole process, not even looking up at them.

Such an obvious attitude, even a pig would know it was abnormal.

As the two figures disappeared around the corner, Harry and Draco looked at each other.

"Harry, they took your blood."

Draco said, the two people's movements were so clumsy that they could not be hidden from the eyes of Harry and Draco.

"I know."

Harry nodded.

Before school started, Dudley told him that someone would try to get a drop of his blood, so it was not surprising that this happened, but what he didn't expect was that it would be these two people.

He took out a tissue soaked in alcohol from his pocket and wiped it hard on his forehead. Not only was the blood on his forehead wiped away, but even the original wound was gone.

Apart from the lightning-shaped scar, no other wound could be seen on the entire forehead.

Fake?

No, the blood that was taken away was indeed Harry's, but the drop of blood that was taken away not only contained Harry's blood, but also had some other things added to it.

"There was something wrong with Crabbe and Goyle's parents. Pansy told me that their parents went to Wales not long ago (the Parkinson family is not Death Eaters, they are neutral), and they became weird after they came back. ”

Looking at the direction the two were leaving, Draco sighed and said, "Obviously, they were threatened."

"Although the Goyle and Crabbe families are not famous families, they are also the families of old pure-blood wizards. Although they are my followers, it is also because Goyle and Crabbe have been friends with the Malfoy family for generations. Of course, there are two of them. The family really needs Malfoy's help."

"The only one who can threaten them without even daring to ask for help is those people... or him."

"It's just that that person would choose to go to these two idiots to do something. I really don't know what to say."

Although the sentence was sarcastic, the tone was mixed with deep worry. It was true that he was a follower in name, but after all, he was a companion who grew up with him, so how could he not have any feelings at all.

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