Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 43 43. Black with the left hand and Goyle with the right hand, cut all the way from Slytherin.

Dudley grabbed several wands with a quick twist, and with a little force, the wands in the hands of the little wizards were snatched away. Little wizards who have lost their wands are not much different from ordinary people, unless they can master the advanced technique of casting spells without wands.

It's a pity that this kind of skill, let alone a little wizard, may not be mastered even by elite Aurors who have graduated for many years.

One by one according to the head, easily knocked down.

"Data Magic Eye, really easy to use."

The magic eye of ability data obtained by completing the task of sorting the school can not only construct the image of the room in the mind, but also display a lot of very useful data. For example, now that Dudley beats someone, it can show which position hurts the most and which position It can make people lose consciousness, and the position of hitting can make people hurt but the injury cannot be detected.

It is simply a fighting artifact.

This is only the lowest level. If you can rise to a higher level, you will be able to see more information.

It might not be possible to display the complete data of every wizard seen.

For example, tsk magic slag with only 5 magic points?

Uh, it seems that I am not very polite to myself.

The little wizards of Slytherin obviously didn't expect Dudley to dare to fight back in the face of so many people, and they were caught off guard. They were just trying to bully Dudley because of their numbers, and they were not familiar with fighting and wizarding at all.

In just ten seconds, many of them were beaten to the ground by Dudley, and their wands naturally fell into Dudley's hands, and they were kicked into their pockets casually.

"What are you running for? He's alone, we have so many people."

Someone shouted in the panic, and then Dudley swung his wand and punched him.

One punch for one child, even when dealing with girls, Dudley didn't stay behind in the slightest. When facing them, he usually punched them to death.

When they chose to stand opposite Dudley, gender didn't matter anymore.

Their large number of people is an advantage, but the bad thing is that there are too many people. A group of young wizards who have not received any training is a group of mobs.

Dudley rushed into the flock like a tiger, as if unstoppable.

"Spell! Hit him with a spell!"

Slytherins are not all idiot concentration camps, there are still many excellent little wizards, otherwise they would not be able to fight Gryffindor for so many years, and Slytherin has won the Academy Cup for seven consecutive years, if you count this year That is the eighth year, if you can get it.

"All petrified!"

After the initial panic, someone finally managed to cast a spell that was harmful to Dudley. Facing the oncoming spell, Dudley grabbed a little wizard and held it in front of him without any hesitation, blocking the spell.

Except for a few special spells, the release of most of the spells has traces to follow. As long as you can see the trajectory of the magic power, it will be much easier to avoid.

Straight to the point, hiding wasn't too easy for Dudley's reflexes.

As for the magic spell that can turn corners, those adult wizards will also master it, but these junior wizards are obviously not in this ranks.

Being hit by the spell, the little wizard's complexion turned pale instantly, and his body and limbs also became stiff.

The unfortunate little wizard who was used as a curse for misfortune was one of the two servants beside Malfoy, little chubby Dungoyle.

For Dudley, who is familiar with the standard spells, he can respond to different spells, and he understands the spells released by these junior wizards better than the junior wizards themselves. Just like this petrified curse, you just need to catch a person in front of you, and there are people everywhere anyway.

So regardless of the number of little wizards, Dudley shuttled through the crowd, and it was much easier to deal with them than Hagrid.

"All petrified!"

Another spell was released, and a third-year little wizard planned to sneak up on Dudley by surprise.

Dudley grabbed another person and blocked it.

Carrying the man's body with one hand, with the other hand he snatched the magic wand of the little wizard who had just cast a spell.

The movement was as smooth as silk, without a trace of sloppy, as if everything was rehearsed with ease.

Too many people is not always an advantage.

During a burst of crying for father and mother, another magic wand was taken away.

For young wizards who have not undergone systematic training, the rabble is flattering them.

This time the Sinopec spell was Malfoy's other little follower, Crabbe.

Then Dudley took out a handful of potion from his pocket and threw it into the crowd. The potion bottle shattered, and a pale yellow gas enveloped the little wizards.

They are all slowing potions. These little wizards are not half-blood giants like Hagrid. They don't have such strong drug resistance. The effect of these slowing potions is enough to reduce the mobility of little wizards by more than 50%.

Originally, his reaction and speed couldn't keep up with Dudley, but now he got DEBUFF.

The Slytherin wizards minimized the threat to Dudley.

Dudley took the opportunity to walk over to Goyle, another petrified little wizard. Under the horrified eyes of the young wizards, he raised Crabbe and Goyle, who had been petrified, one by one.

What kind of monster is this man? He even raised the person who was under the petrification spell with one hand?

What the hell did that bastard Malfoy get us into?

Didn't that mean it was just a Mudblood with a little more physical strength? Didn't it say that you can pinch flat and round it at will?

You call that stronger?

The shrewd little Slytherin wizards had lost their will to fight, and wanted to scatter like birds and beasts, but they had no choice but to take the slowing potion, so they couldn't run fast at all.

On the other hand, Dudley grabbed the ankles of Malfoy's two followers and weighed them in his hands. The weight was just right, and it felt quite comfortable.

"Hey" Dudley turned his head and showed a 'friendly' smile to the little wizards in Slytherin, but the smile was not so friendly in the eyes of the little wizards.

Especially the muscles on Dudley's entire face were tense, and the smile was almost forced.

Ever seen a poorly carved puppet? Pretty much that.

With Brak in his left hand and Goyle in his right, Dudley brandished a humanoid weapon and rushed towards the little wizards in Slytherin, sweeping across a large area at once.

'brutal! '

This ferocious image deeply shocked the young wizards of Slytherin.

The key point is that this guy kept smiling all the time, that kind of stiff image of a smile that was not a smile left a deep psychological shadow on the little wizards.

Added a bit of weirdness to the cruelty.

Seeing that the little wizards were weak, the Slytherin seniors who were in the third grade and above who wanted to be sidelined, after seeing the brutal side of Dudley, were stupefied and dared not cast a spell, and silently closed the door of the dormitory room .

It's as if I didn't see it.

They don't want to cause trouble for themselves, especially in the face of such a big murderer.

In a short while, there was no one standing in the entire Slytherin lounge except Dudley himself, and the little wizards lying on the floor were all moaning, and Dudley took away their wands without exception. .

After confirming that all the little wizards except Malfoy were taken away from their wands and could not stand up, Dudley made a move that was beyond everyone's expectations. He grabbed a little wizard and pressed it on the table, lifted the The palm-sized hand slammed at the opponent's buttocks.