Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 252

After entering the room, Dudley was not polite at all, and found a place to sit down on his own.

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The sturdy solid wood tables and chairs let out 'bursts of mourning' and slightly deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Normally, Lucius would be very distressed, but now he didn't care about the chair, and stared at Dudley without blinking, for fear of missing any of Dudley's slight expressions.

"What do you mean?"

"I think you should know better than me."

Dudley shrugged, changed into a comfortable position, and looked at Lucius playfully: "That guy is not dead."

Lucius trembled in his heart, but said in his mouth.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Dudley whispered the name.

Lucius' face turned pale, and he still argued forcefully, "He's already dead."

Voldemort's death is the best ending.

This is the common thought of all the "former" Death Eaters, headed by Lucius, who defected immediately after Voldemort's downfall.

Even if it was their previous boss, no one likes a traitor after all.

"You really think so?" Dudley looked at Lucius jokingly: "Don't deceive yourself, Mr. Lucius."

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

"Maybe a year, maybe soon"

"Mr. Lucius, you were not summoned, which means you are no longer trusted by him."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible"

Lucius categorically denied it, but the imprint on his left arm was not right, and he had to believe it in his heart.

This is real

Thinking of the fate of not being trusted by that person, Lucius completely panicked and looked at Dudley in shock.

"Even if it's true, how could you know this? Don't you"

Death Eaters too?

Before the words came out of his mouth, Dudley interrupted with a sneer: "If you think about it with your ass, you will know that this is impossible."

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

If Dudley had been a Death Eater, Harry wouldn't even have ashes left.

Lucius was also panicked by the sudden news, and after calming down and thinking about it, he knew that it was impossible.

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

Does this mean that the Potter who defeated the Dark Lord was really a powerful Dark wizard? Or Dursley?

"Mr. Lucius, here's something to show you."

Ignoring Lucius's random thoughts, he took out a bucket filled with an unknown black liquid, which exuded an unpleasant pungent smell.

"Do you know what this is?"

Dudley pointed to the barrel, and Lucius took a closer look, almost fainted by the smell.

"It seems that you don't recognize it either."

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

Lucius frowned, isn't it a special black magic item?

"Do you know about Horcruxes?"

Dudley didn't tell him directly but asked again.

Horcrux?

Lucius shook his head. Although he is a dark wizard, his knowledge reserve is not rich.

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

"Through an evil ritual. Split part of your soul and put it into an item. Do you know what it means?"

"It means that as long as the Horcrux is intact, even if the body is destroyed, you can't die. You can be reborn after a while"

Lucius' gray pupils gradually widened as Dudley narrated.

Horror written all over it.

He seemed to already know why the man was not dead.

and he

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

At this moment, Lucius' heart felt cold, his face was as pale as white paper, his legs limp and he sat on the ground.

If it was just the defection after the downfall of Voldemort, Lucius was still confident that he would be able to pay a certain price with his eloquence and be safe, but if he touched the key item for the resurrection of that person.

As one of Voldemort's earliest supporters, he knew exactly what that man was like.

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

There is no one who is not afraid of madmen, or madmen who love to kill.

"Take a step back, even if he didn't give you an Avada, guess how he will treat you and your family who are not trusted."

"You, your wife, and Draco will all bear his mark, and the Malfoy family will never stand up."

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

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

Lucius grabbed Dudley's pant leg and begged.

"I'll be Draco even if you don't tell me, but my friend."

The next day, Lucius took his wife and left the manor in a hurry. The reason was that the Malfoy family had some business matters to deal with, and Draco was in charge of the Malfoy manor.

"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's heart skipped a beat and he asked, "What did you dream about?"

Harry recalled it, looking unhappy: "A boa constrictor and Peter Pettigrew. And a goblin with Voldemort's face."

"Wrinkled and without a nose, it's just too ugly."

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

Dudley nodded to show that he understood, and then said to several other people at the dinner table.

"From today we're going to learn a rather useful magical technique—"

"Occlumency."

"Everyone try to complete it during the holidays."

It was another profound magic skill, and several people were eager to try it.

The days at Malfoy Manor were quite comfortable, eating well and living well.

This stay is nearly a month.

During this period, I don't know whether Harry and Neville have reached the puberty period, or the food at Malfoy Manor is exceptionally good. In short, the height and weight of the two are gradually increasing, although the body size is still smaller than that of Dudley. It's not worth mentioning, but the muscles on his body have begun to take shape, showing a tendency to approach Dudley.

By the way, even Ron's height has skyrocketed, only Draco is still the same, no matter how much he eats, he doesn't grow up.

Draco has repeatedly expressed his dissatisfaction with his body shape.

"Obviously I did it first." The cry full of grievances made everyone who heard it feel compassion.

But height is not something that can be increased if you want to.

"Brother D, help me."

Draco looked at Dudley pitifully, like an abandoned little daughter-in-law, and Hermione's eyelids twitched.

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