Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

This was the common thought of the former Death Eaters, led by Lucius, who defected immediately after Voldemort's downfall.

Even if this is their former boss, after all no one likes a traitor.

"Do you really think so?" Dudley looked at Lucius jokingly, "Don't fool yourself, Mr. Lucius."

"He summoned his most loyal and trustworthy believer. He found him. It won't be long before he returns."

“Maybe in a year, maybe soon”

"Mr. Lucius, the fact that you were not summoned means that he no longer trusts you."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible"

Lucius denied it verbally, but the mark on his left arm seemed wrong, forcing him to believe it.

This is real

When Lucius thought about the consequences of not being trusted by that person, he became completely panicked and looked at Dudley in horror.

"Even if it's true, how could you know this? Could it be that you..."

A Death Eater too?

Before he could finish his words, Dudley sneered and interrupted him: "If you think about it carefully, you will know that this is impossible."

"He and I are mortal enemies, there is no doubt about that."

If Dudley were a Death Eater, Harry wouldn't be left with even ashes.

Lucius was also frightened by the sudden news, but after calming down and thinking about it, he realized that it was impossible.

If this is not the case, it can only mean that the Dark Lord has his people around him.

Does this mean that the Potter who defeated the Dark Lord is really a powerful Dark wizard? Or is it the Dursleys?

"Mr. Lucius, let me show you something."

Ignoring Lucius's wild thoughts, he took out a bucket filled with an unknown black liquid that emitted an unpleasant, pungent smell.

"Do you know what this is?"

Dudley pointed to the bucket. Lucius took a closer look and almost fainted from the smell.

"It seems you can't recognize it either."

"This is the diary you put in Ginny's bucket. Do you know what it is?"

Lucius frowned. Isn't it just a special dark magic item?

"Do you know anything about Horcruxes?"

Dudley asked again instead of telling him directly.

Horcrux?

Lucius shook his head. Although he was a dark wizard, his knowledge reserves were not rich.

He was more interested in money and power than studying magic.

"Through an evil ritual, split a part of your soul and put it into an object. Do you know what that means?"

"It means that as long as the Horcrux is intact, even if the body is destroyed, you will not die. You will be able to be reborn after a while."

Lucius's grey pupils gradually widened as Dudley continued to narrate.

It had horror written all over it.

He seemed to have known why the man was not dead.

And he

"Yes, you guessed right. Your mistake destroyed his Horcrux. Do you think he will forgive you?"

At this moment, Lucius' heart sank, his face turned pale as paper, and his legs went limp and he sat on the ground.

If it was just a matter of turning against Voldemort after his downfall, Lucius was still confident that he could pay a certain price with his eloquence and be safe and sound. But if he touched the key prop for the man's resurrection...

As one of Voldemort's earliest supporters, he knew that man's ways very well.

In fact, Lucius's reaction now is very good. The principal of a certain school was so scared that his pants got wet when he heard the news that the man had returned.

There is no one who is not afraid of a madman, especially a madman who likes to kill.

"Take a step back. Even if he doesn't give you an Avatar, guess how he will treat you and your family if you are not trusted."

"You, your wife, and Draco will all be marked by his mark, and the Malfoy family will never be able to stand up again."

Lucius may not be a good man or a good wizard, but he is at least a good husband and a good father.

"You have to help him, you have to help him!"

Lucius pleaded, grabbing Dudley's trouser leg.

"I would do it even if you didn't tell me. Draco is my friend."

The next day, Lucius hurriedly left the manor with his wife, saying that the Malfoy family had some business matters to deal with, and Malfoy Manor was handed over to Draco for full responsibility.

"Brother D, I had a strange dream last night."

That day, Harry woke up from his sleep, walked out of the room yawning, and kept rubbing the scar on his forehead.

Dudley asked, "What did you dream about?"

Harry recalled, his expression not looking so happy: "A giant python and Peter Pettigrew. And a goblin with Voldemort's face."

"It's wrinkled and has no nose. It's so ugly."

Harry looked disgusted as if he thought of something disgusting, and he didn't even have much appetite for the boiled eggs for breakfast.

Dudley nodded to show that he understood, then spoke to the others at the table.

"From today on we are going to learn a very useful magical skill—"

"Occlumency."

“Everyone should try to finish it during the holidays.”

This was another advanced magic technique, and everyone was eager to try it.

Life at Malfoy Manor was quite comfortable, with good food, accommodation and fun.

This wait lasted nearly a month.

During this period, it was not known whether it was because Harry and Neville had reached puberty, or because the food at Malfoy Manor was exceptionally good, but their height and weight were increasing rapidly. Although their size was still insignificant compared to Dudley's, their muscles were already beginning to take shape, and they were showing a tendency to get closer to Dudley.

By the way, even Ron's height has increased dramatically, but Draco remains the same as before and does not grow no matter how much he eats.

Draco has repeatedly expressed dissatisfaction with his body shape.

"It was obviously me first." The cry full of grievance made everyone who heard it feel sympathetic.

But height is not something you can increase just because you want to.

"Brother D, help me."

Draco looked at Dudley pitifully, like an abandoned young wife, which made Hermione's eyelids twitch.

So from then on, Draco would drink a cup of potion three times more bitter than Coptis chinensis before going to bed every day.

Chapter 253 Bulgarian Monster?

After finishing a normal day of exercise, Draco approached Dudley with an embarrassed expression.

"Brother D."

Dudley didn't say anything but just looked at him quietly, his meaning was very clear.

Fart quickly.

Under Dudley's gaze, Draco shuddered and immediately spoke much more fluently.

"Well, I got some tickets for the Quidditch World Cup, would you like some?"

He was interrupted before he could finish his words.

Dudley looked at Draco seriously: "You should know that we are not very interested in Quidditch."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Even if it's the World Cup, I don't have much interest. If I have time to watch the game, I might as well practice a few more spells and learn more knowledge.

The main reason is that Dudley is really not interested in this sport.

According to the rules of Quidditch, catching the Golden Snitch would earn one hundred and fifty points and end the game, and Dudley could catch the thing in one minute if he wanted to.

The Golden Snitch, who was as fast as lightning and as nimble as a cat in the eyes of others, was just like that in the eyes of Dudley.

It doesn't make any sense at all.

"Actually, Pansy and the others asked me to invite you over."

Draco hesitated for a long time before speaking, lowering his eyebrows and looking at Dudley: "Everyone misses Brother D."

miss?

School is about to start, so we can see each other anytime, right?

Seeing that Dudley looked uninterested, Draco gritted his teeth and continued nervously.

"They prepare a lot of exquisite little cookies and black tea, which are very chewy and guaranteed to satisfy you."

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"When does the game start?"

"It will be held next Monday night."

"Talk to other people and ask for their advice."

"So, Brother D, you agree?!"

Draco shouted in surprise.

It is okay to relax appropriately. After all, you have been studying for almost a whole holiday. It is not impossible to consider changing your mood and relaxing. After all, the Quidditch World Cup is only a few days in total.

Well, anyway, Dudley would never admit that it was his 'teething stick' that was eaten.

Not surprisingly, everyone agreed.

After practicing Occlumency until your head is about to split, proper relaxation is very necessary.

Monday came quickly, and Dudley and the others successfully arrived at the Quidditch World Cup venue in Dartmoor, the same place where Harry had won the first place in the World's No. 1 Wizard Card Tournament last semester.

Of course not through the door key

That thing is as unkind to the stomach as the Knight Bus.

The Quidditch World Cup is held every four years. Participating teams are selected from all over the world. Just like the World Cup held by ordinary people, Quidditch fans from all over the world will flock here. It is initially estimated that there will be as many as 100,000 wizards.

The wizard in charge of registration at the Quidditch camp searched for a while on a piece of parchment with words sliding up and down, and then said, "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, I found it. Walk about a quarter of a mile and it's the first camp in front. You are in the first camp, and the site manager is Mr. Payne."

Of course, Payne here is not the one who makes the world feel pain.

Otherwise, the Quidditch World Cup might turn into the Anti-Rice Cup.

When it comes to resisting the rice (physically), Dudley admits to being second and no one dares to claim to be first.

The first camp where several people are located is undoubtedly a VIP seat. To get this position, one must not only be rich but also have a certain status.

All wizards who can stay here are either rich or noble.

Hundreds of oddly shaped tents are located inside the First Camp.

Without exception, they were all cast with the Invisible Extension Charm, and the inside was much larger than it looked from the outside.

How exaggerated can the wizards' tents be?

Dudley saw a tent painted with exaggerated colorful stripes directly in front of it, and there were several live peacocks tied to the entrance.Next to it was a huge tent that was four or five stories high like a small palace, and several crocodiles and pumas were tied to the door.

The most exaggerated tent is that there is a garden in front of the door, with various flowers blooming in it, and a fountain spraying seven colors in the center of the garden. However, there are two stone lions at the door, and there are still hanging on the door. There are two red lanterns with the word "Xi" written on them. The very strange combination looks nondescript, and it feels like a forced combination of Chinese and Western.

Dudley and his friends even saw a tent with a banner of "Salem Wizardry Academy", a magic school located in America. If you didn't know, you would think they were here for an exchange activity instead of watching a Quidditch match.

"Look, look! It's Viktor, the Bulgarian Seeker!"