Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

"Gudong."

Hearing that name, several people's throats twitched, and they swallowed in unison.

That name was absolutely taboo at St. George's Primary School.

The three of them only felt a cold current hit, and they all shivered.

"I seem to hear someone talking about me?"

A very soft voice sounded, but it sounded like thunder in the ears of the four.

A palm appeared at the corner of the wall, and a huge shadow seemed to gradually appear with white smoke, blocking the sunlight above the heads of the three.

The three who were still extremely arrogant when facing Harry just now felt their throats dry.

How to describe each other?

Just the arms are thicker than their thighs.

In terms of figure alone, this is undoubtedly a strong man, but from the immature face, it can be seen that this is still a child, and that strong figure often gives people the illusion of facing a burly man.

If you want to describe it, the painting style is completely different from them.

There is a suffocating sense of oppression just standing there.

Harvey swallowed dryly, he didn't recognize the other party, but this iconic figure also made him aware of the other party's identity.

I saw the other party showing a very 'nuclear' smile.

However, such a simple smile made the three of them feel a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Dudley Dursley, a boy whose name alone can stop a child from crying at night.

"What are you going to do to my dear cousin?"

His eyes swept over the three of them, giving them the illusion that they were being targeted by natural enemies, or it wasn't an illusion.

"No. Nothing, sir."

The three said in unison, even using honorifics.

"That's fine, I don't like violence and trouble."

Dudley nodded with a smile, and once again showed a smile that he thought was refined.

The three people watching were shocked again.

Walking in front of Harry, he put the black-rimmed glasses in his hand on his face again, and his face sank when he saw the slightly flushed five-fingerprints on Harry's face.

"Smack yourself."

Dudley turned his head and said to the three of them expressionlessly.

"Strong, I don't want to say it a second time."

The suffocating sense of oppression came head-on, and the three of them seemed to be tightly pinched by each other's hearts.

Rather than saying that they are facing a person, it is better to say that they are facing a beast.

At least that's what the Harvey trio think.

slap, slap, slap

The crisp sound of self-slap sounded.

No one can question Dudley's decision, no one can bargain in front of Dudley.

Whatever the request, it is best to do as he says.

After a few slaps, his face immediately became swollen.

It can be seen that it is really hard to hit.

They dare not perfunctory, let alone stop.

It wasn't until the faces of the three of them swelled into a pig's head that Dudley asked Harry, "Are you satisfied? Harry?"

"Satisfied!" Harry nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Only then did Dudley nodded in satisfaction, and pouted: "It's fine."

Hearing Dudley's words, the three dared to stop.

Dudley does not like to use violence when it is not necessary, insisting that he is an easy-going man.

You see, they are all slapping themselves, not me, Dudley Dursley.

He took the baguette from Harry and was about to enjoy it when he saw the tooth marks on the end and frowned again: "Who moved my lunch?"

Just a simple question made the three of them tremble like chaff, especially the short and fat man who was about to cry from fright.

Guess what, why is Dudley called the Guardian?

It was still Jim who had the courage to say: "Listen to me, there are some misunderstandings."

"I don't want to know about any misunderstanding."

Dudley showed his big white teeth: "I just want to know, when will you pay back the £4 you owe my brother?"

It seems that they don't know anything, but in fact they know everything.

These few people just want to 'borrow' some money from Harry to spend. This is not uncommon in St. George's Primary School, or it is quite common in most primary schools.

Punks and bullying, no matter which school there will be such residue.

As he himself said 'doesn't like trouble'.

Since you want to 'borrow', let's 'lend' it to you. It's up to me whether to give it or not, and it's up to the other party if you don't pay it back.

Harry's glasses just needed to be replaced.

The inexplicable words stunned all three of them, but Jim reacted the fastest.

"We'll return it to you in a week, sir."

'Give! Even if you want to steal or grab it, you must get it. '

depression to luck.

"Three days later." Dudley tore off the part of the baguette that was stained with other people's saliva with a look of disgust: "And the compensation for my bread...and"

Speaking of which, Dudley looked at Harry's face again: "One slap is 1 pound 5p, so you owe our brother 9 pounds 15p in total, thank you."

9 pounds and 15 pence for three people averages out to about 3 pounds and 5 pence per person.

For a poor student this means a fortune.

Humpty Humpty squirmed his lips and was about to say something when he saw Dudley put his toothless baguette into his mouth with a gloomy expression and chewed it, making creaking and creaking sounds, as if he was eating something crispy. Crunchy food, Humpty Humpty thought of his own fingers at that moment, and thought of some restricted-rated bloody scenes, and swallowed the words again.

As for the three joining together to beat him up?

Do not make jokes.

Look at the streamlined muscles that pile up like hills.

Can three rabbits beat a brown bear together?

It's not that no one wanted to teach Dudley a lesson, and even contacted the gangsters from the middle school next door, but they all ended up in the hospital.

'Not only is Dudley okay, he even got an award from the school. '

'Be brave to see what is right. '

'Go to hell for doing what's right. '

Looking at Dudley's broad, thick arms and strong arms, the three of them swallowed again unconsciously. Arms couldn't hold back their thighs.

I heard that Dudley won the Southeastern Junior Heavyweight Intercollegiate Boxing Championship in his third year.

What is the concept?

Usually only middle school students can participate in this competition, Dudley not only participated but even won the championship.

The three of them tied together are not enough to punch each other.

Under Dudley's big mouthfuls of chewing, a baguette was quickly wiped out, and he handed the part of the baguette that was just torn off to the short fat boy: "Don't waste food, eat this."

The short and fat boy didn't dare to resist, took it with tears and put it in his mouth, then bit it hard, only to hear a 'cluck', and a tooth fell out.

With tears all over his face and mouth full of blood, combined with his swollen pig's head, he was miserable.

'Is this eating rocks? It must be. ’ thought Jim and Harvey, and at the same time had a new understanding of Dudley's horror.

At this moment, Dudley paused slightly, his originally frowning brows relaxed, and a slightly simple and honest smile appeared on his face.

It's just that this smile has nothing to do with simple and honest in the eyes of the trio, it is definitely a devil's smile.

'Is there any other idea? '

'I really can't afford the pound! Not a single one left. '

'Mom, I don't dare anymore. '

They didn't even dare to question it, they could only pray silently in their hearts.

Naturally, Dudley wouldn't be so bored and continue to blackmail a few poor students. He heard a prompt sound in his ear.

"Rescue the young savior Harry Potter, and reward the physical fitness category once."

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