Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Snape, having gained nothing, looked away regretfully.

If it's not a foreign school, then it's Hogwarts.

Starting with the most daring Gryffindor.

But it doesn't matter.

Snape frowned. If it wasn't Gryffindor, it could only be Slytherin (in Potions class, Gryffindor and Slytherin were bound together).

Following the scent, his eyes fell on the front row of Slytherin, where Dudley sat.

At this time, Dudley's cauldron was steaming, and Snape saw him throw a handful of coriander from the dicotyledonous plant family Apiaceae into it.

"Mr. Dursley, I think you'd better explain to me why you have to cook in my class."

Snape looked very angry. Although his tone was calm, there was unimaginable murderous intent in his eyes. He directly called Dudley by his last name.

Dudley did have the privilege of doing other things during Potions class, but that was no reason for him to cook during Potions class.

Who gave him the courage? !

Even if he was Snape's favorite disciple, if he didn't give a reasonable excuse, Snape would give him a lesson.

The little wizards around shrank back unconsciously. They didn't want to be affected. It would be better for Dudley to bear Snape's anger alone.

"Professor Snape." Dudley raised his head, threw the chopped onions into the crucible, and looked at Snape seriously: "I'm brewing potion."

"What are you talking about?"

As if he hadn't heard clearly, Snape's voice rose several decibels, and his tone became more dangerous: "Please repeat what you just said."

"I'm brewing a potion, Professor," Dudley repeated, looking at him fearlessly.

Snape was almost laughing out of anger. He took two steps instead of three to get to Dudley. Looking at the potatoes, cabbage and tender white tofu cubes bubbling in the cauldron, his face looked as ugly as it could be.

You call this a magic potion?

If this isn’t a one-pot dish, what is it? Or a one-pot clear soup dish!

He didn't know why Dudley did it, but he knew he was angry, very angry.

Don't think you are talented.

Just when Snape was about to lose his temper, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Professor Snape!"

A junior wizard stood at the door.

"What's the matter?" Snape turned to look at him impatiently. His gloomy look almost scared the little wizard to tears.

"Excuse me, sir. I need to take Mr. Potter and Mr. Dursley upstairs." He said very uncomfortably. "Mr. Bagman wants them to go over there. All the warriors have to go. It seems that there is something important that needs to be explained."

"Very good, very good, very good." Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at Dudley and said sternly: "Dursley, Potter, both of you get out of my sight, immediately!"

"Professor, I know you may have some misunderstandings, but..."

Dudley poured a bowl of fragrant soup and placed it in front of Snape: "This is really a potion."

After that, he didn't explain any more, and took Harry and followed the little wizard who notified him and disappeared outside the door of the Potions classroom.

After watching Dudley leave, Snape hesitated for a moment, then gently picked up the bowl of soup, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully.

Soon his face changed slightly, and he quickly used the spoon in the crucible to stir it. When he lifted the spoon, he saw a special material in the middle of the spoon.

This is exactly the key ingredient of the antidote he talked about in this class.

Only then did Snape's expression look slightly better.

He glanced meaningfully at the spot where Dudley disappeared.

"You are only in the fourth grade, but you have already found your own way, although you are still not very mature."

Chapter 279 That's Poison

"Weasley!" Snape shouted suddenly.

This scared Ron, who was staring at Dudley's cauldron and swallowing his saliva.

Snape walked up to Ron and took out a pill.

"Eat this."

"Okay, Professor."

Ron knew that he had just offended Snape and he absolutely could not argue with him now, so he obediently took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

After finishing, I smacked my lips and felt a taste of bitter almonds in my mouth, which was not particularly delicious.

When he thought of the word delicious, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the pot of soup. I wish I could have a bowl of it.

Not much, just one bowl is enough.

Saliva is constantly secreted from the mouth.

What should I do? I want to eat!

Then I asked Brother D to cook a bowl for me.

"What is this, Professor?"

It was a long moment before Ron thought to ask Snape.

"poison."

Snape said lightly, explaining the pill very briefly and directly.

Ron: "???"

"Since Dursley said he made the antidote, and he has to attend the warriors' meeting now, then you can do it."

"Aren't you companions?"

Ron tried to spit out the pill by holding his throat, but the pill melted in his mouth and flowed down his esophagus.

Snape handed Ron the soup that Dudley had given him.

"Of course, if the Dursleys fail, then we can only collect Mr. Weasley's body. Don't worry, we will put your ashes in a box and bury it in the back garden of Hogwarts. I think everyone will remember him this way."

At that moment, Ron's face was green and he was in an extremely bad mood. Snape's face turned from black back to normal, his brows relaxed, and he was in a very good mood.

Do you think you're a Dursley? How dare you sleep in Snape's class?

This is just a minor punishment.

Well, the Potions Professor cannot lose face.

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Dudley and Harry followed the young wizard into a room. In the room, there were several other people besides Viktor and Fleur who were participating in the competition. Next to Bagman stood a witch with heavy makeup and a magenta robe - Rita Skeeter.

The Daily Prophet's star reporter.

"Warriors, please wait here for a moment. Dumbledore is waiting for the other judges to perform the wand testing ceremony. Before that, you can be interviewed by Ms. Skeeter. She is preparing to write a big news for the Triwizard Tournament." Bagman said.

Hearing this, Furong asked in confusion, "Wand detection?"

"Yes, before the competition officially begins, we must check whether your wands are fully functional and in good condition. They are your important props for passing the levels."

"Alright everyone, I'm going to go up first. Have a nice chat with Ms. Skeeter."

Bagman gave a brief explanation and hurried upstairs, seemingly unwilling to stay here for another minute.

"I didn't expect my first meeting with you would be here, Mr. Dursley."

Rita Skeeter completely ignored the other heroes and stared at Dudley with a half-smile on her face.

She had been asking Dudley to interview her, but was rejected mercilessly.

As for the reason Dudley doesn't like the Daily Prophet, it's that simple.

His conflict with the Daily Prophet can be traced back to the initial submission, when the publishing house under the Daily Prophet explicitly rejected Dudley's submission and belittled his work as worthless.

"Can I talk to you alone? Let's go to the small room next door for an exclusive interview. Of course, I also want to interview the most legendary Mr. Potter." Rita Skeeter pointed to the small room next door, trying hard to smile and sound polite, but the thick foundation on her face made her smile look very strange.

"There's no need for that. Is there anything that can't be said publicly? Just do it here." Dudley said calmly, with no intention of getting up: "Also, I don't need to do any interviews. I don't need it."

Seeing Dudley being so disrespectful, Rita Skeeter wanted to pull him away by force, but she had to give up when she thought of the huge size difference between her and the other party.

"Okay then."

Rita Skeeter said unwillingly, she took out a shorthand pen and a notebook and started the interview.

"Ms. Skeeter" However, before the two of them could finish their conversation, Dudley suddenly said, "I don't want anything I didn't say to appear in the Daily Prophet tomorrow, or any form or manner of making groundless assumptions about me. Can you do that?"

Rita Skeeter nodded without thinking and replied, "The Daily Prophet is always realistic."

"Really?" Dudley asked. "Are you sure?"

"of course."

Unexpectedly, Dudley stood up suddenly and snatched the shorthand pen and manuscript next to Rita Skeeter before she could react. "What are you writing in your shorthand pen?"

"I haven't said anything yet, why is there a five-page manuscript?"

Just a glance and Dudley's face immediately darkened.

'The Abnormal Love Triangle of Dursley, Potter, and Granger', 'Scarhead, Past and Present Life'

He knew that this woman was plotting against him.

"give me back!"

Rita Skeeter tries to snatch the manuscript, but unfortunately Dudley won't give her the go-ahead.

"I think as an interviewee I have the right to know."

Dudley tore the manuscript into pieces in two quick strokes.

"Ms. Rita Skeeter, I solemnly warn you that due to your dishonesty, I will not accept any form of interview with the Daily Prophet if I see any false information about me in the Daily Prophet."

"I would love to see you in court at the Wizengamot."

"Harry, I think we should go up."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Rita Skeeter, and threw the fragments away. Countless pieces of paper spontaneously combusted out of thin air and disappeared without a trace when blown by the breeze.

Dudley was not interested in playing the game of catching "bugs" and threatening with the other party. The content of the shorthand pen had already made him angry. If the other party dared to push further

Then don't blame him for not warning you.

He is not Dumbledore, his temper is not that good, and the other party also affected two important people of his - his younger brother and um.

Rita Skeeter's face turned pale. This was the first time she had encountered such treatment in her career. Her bulging eyes stared at Dudley's departing back with resentment.

So what if the manuscript was torn up? She could still write again. She vowed to make the other party pay for today's behavior. Who is she? She is the righteous female reporter Rita Skeeter who is "not afraid of power" and "dares to speak out". What is there to worry about the threat of a minor wizard?

Even the Minister of Magic Fudge had to be courteous to him.

She had already thought about how to retaliate.

It was obvious that the Daily Prophet's top writer did not take Dudley's words seriously.

Chapter 280 Did you oil it? No, I polished it!

By the time Dudley reached the second floor, the wand-testing expert had arrived, along with several judges.

Dudley and Harry had left, so Viktor and Fleur naturally couldn't stay there, so they followed them up.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander."

Next to Dumbledore stood an elderly man, who had met Dudley and the others once before. He was Ollivander, the only wand maker in England.

"He's going to check your wands to make sure they're in good condition before the game."

Ollivander came forward, glanced at Fleur first, and said politely, "Miss Delacour, you go first, okay?"

Fleur walked lightly towards Ollivander and handed him her wand.

The so-called wand test is actually Ollivander constantly stroking the wand with his fingers, then tapping and waving the wand here and there, and then releasing a few small magic spells.