Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Slytherin lounge.

"He's done."

"That stupid big guy with only muscles is dead this time."

Under the dim light of fluorescent green, Malfoy turned to his first-year companions with joy, and told what happened in Potions class today: "As you know, Professor Snape is my father's friend, and my father is my father's friend. with him before coming to Hogwarts."

Malfoy started his "Dazzling Father" routine again.

Then he lowered his voice, trying to make his tone as dark as possible: "Professor Snape will teach him a lesson, punish him, and then kick him out of Slytherin and out of Hogwarts in embarrassment."

"Hey, this has nothing to do with me, Professor Snape did it."

"I'm just"

Malfoy smugly talked about his plan, he seemed to have seen the scene where Dudley was kicked out.

"My father said that Slytherin is a place where only noble blood can stay."

It's the old blood theory again.

Malfoy was immersed in his own world, and he didn't notice the drastic changes in the expressions of the young wizards around him. He didn't even notice that Pansy winked at him frequently, and that Goyle and Crabbe's lips were pale and their bodies were trembling.

until

"It's not a gentleman to speak ill of people behind their backs, and of course there aren't really any gentlemen left in England."

"Mr. Drag, I'm afraid I will disappoint you. I won't leave Hogwarts in a short time."

Let Malfoy's creepy voice sound from behind. At that moment, Malfoy only felt that his hands and feet were cold, as if he had fallen into an extreme ice hell, like a drake whose throat was choked, and the voice stopped abruptly.

The big hand that fell from the sky pressed Malfoy's head, and then he only felt his scalp tighten, and his whole body was lifted by one hand.

Dudley really didn't understand what some wizards called bloodlines to brag about.

In his impression, only pets will emphasize bloodlines, and only pets will pay attention to purebred.

By the way, Malfoy, who claims to be pure blood, has platinum-blond hair, but the Weasleys, whom they look down on, have red hair. What does red hair mean in England?

If you have studied a little English history, you will know it.

The aborigines of the European continent are called Celts, and the symbol of Celtic blood is red hair. In other words, the Weasley family has Celtic blood. If we trace the origin, the Weasley family is more than present Any pure blood is purer.

As for blond hair, it can be of Germanic or Viking descent.

We all know that the Vikings were a bunch of robbers.

So. Even if it is to trace the root cause, Malfoy has nothing to praise.

"I think we should have a good conversation."

"Before I lose all my patience."

Dudley held Malfoy very roughly, and walked towards the inside of the Slytherin lounge with huge strides.

Isn't that the excuse to clean up Malfoy?

"No! You can't do that!" Malfoy yelled in horror.

Struggling to kick Dudley, shaking his fists to break free, but to no avail.

Laughing dead, his short hands and legs can't touch Dudley at all.

The other Slytherins just watched Dudley carry Malfoy away, and no one in the big lounge dared to step forward to stop him, including Malfoy's two big guardians. I passed out in an instant, and I don't know if it was real or fake.

"There is no one to help you, your character is really bad, Brother Yan. Tsk, I thought I could make me happy today."

Dudley's words caused the expressions of the little Slytherin wizards around to change drastically, and they quickly backed away like a plague god. A no-man's land appeared with Dudley at the center, and even the faces of Crabbe and Goyle who had fainted on the ground changed. It's a few points.

Malfoy's reputation among the Slytherins had actually changed subtly after that first night at school.

You Malfoy are great, you Malfoy are noble, but you let us get beaten.

Didn't say anything afterwards?

Even the good guys are made by the Carlo family.

In the final analysis, Mr. Yan Ge is too young to understand the ways of the world.

"please wait a while."

It's not like nobody, at least one more, isn't it.

"Huh? What do you think of my approach, Miss Parkinson?"

Dudley turned his head slowly, staring at Pansy with a pair of bell-sized eyes.

Guess how long this girl will cry when she is punched by herself?

At that moment, Pan Xi felt that she was being watched by a ferocious beast. Even though the other party hadn't done anything, she couldn't even breathe.

"I mean, you should be hungry, how about a cup of black tea and some dessert?"

Miss Parkinson said very sincerely.

What Malfoy? None of her business.

"No sugar for black tea, please prepare some biscuits, I'm a little hungry."

It happened that I was a little hungry, since someone wanted to invite him to dinner, it would be disrespectful.

"I'll come back to drink it later, before the black tea gets cold, thank you."

As he spoke, he continued to carry Malfoy towards the room deep in the lounge, and the little Slytherin wizards watched the two leave.

"He shouldn't have eaten Draco, would he?"

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Pan Xi murmured.

It's a pity that no one in Slytherin could answer her.

When the two of them disappeared from sight, the two chubby guys who were lying down bounced off the ground like their buttocks were on fire.

Obviously, these two goods were just pretending.

"I'm going to tell my dad"

Malfoy saw that force was useless, so he could only try to borrow his father's name.

After all, he is a well-known father, Baonan. The key point is that his father's name is usually very useful.

"I'm you, I won't."

Dudley lifted Malfoy very roughly, completely ignoring his feelings.

Malfoy only felt that his scalp was about to be ripped off by the other party, and it hurt, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Dudley went all the way inward, walked into the depths of the Slytherin lounge, found a room at random, pushed open the door 'gently', and then closed it.

The room was bigger than expected, with a big table in the middle.

Coincidentally, it happened to be the place where the Slytherin seniors gathered before.

Because it is a basement, there is only a little dim light in the whole room without the lights on.

Throwing Malfoy aside like a chick, Dudley slowly bent down and looked down at him: "Hey, boy, there are only two of us left now, no matter what I do to you people know."

Especially when no one knows that the words are accented.

Dudley's dark words made Malfoy's hair stand on end, and a chill in his heart spread all over his body.

The rest can only be tomorrow, and all that can be posted will be revealed to everyone! So it's not too much to ask for a ticket, right?