Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

"no, you can not!"

The little wizard let out a shrill scream.

"No, I can. If you offend me, you will be punished in my way."

Dudley smiled cruelly, and slapped his palms mercilessly, making 'papapa' sounds continuously.

An annoying child should be spanked hard.

Fortunately, Dudley controlled the strength. Although it hurts, it will not cause serious injuries. It will be fine if you lie down for a day or two at most. Can get out of bed. After cleaning up one, it will be replaced by another, one after another, no one will be spared, and those who want to escape will be caught by Dudley and beaten first.

After a while, all the little Slytherin wizards present had only the strength left to lie on the ground and hum.

This wave is Dudley the Ass Destroyer.

After spanking all the little wizards, Dudley turned his attention to Malfoy, who was already scared to the ground.

The slight footsteps were like a heavy hammer, hitting Malfoy's heart heavily.

"Don't come here!"

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In a secret room in the Slytherin lounge, several senior Slytherin seniors formed a circle around a round table.

Slytherin not only has a personal independent rest room for the prefects, but also has many, many spare rooms. On the one hand, it is because Slytherin students are almost the fewest among the four colleges, and on the other hand, it is also because of the Slytherin lounge. It was a dungeon reconstruction, and this dungeon was much larger than expected. It can be said that it occupies the largest area among the four colleges. In terms of the number of rooms, it is even more than Gryffindor and Hufflepuff combined.

You must know that Hufflepuff has the largest number of people among the four colleges.

Most of these empty rooms have been converted into meeting rooms by the Slytherins and become their secret meeting place, and these senior Slytherin seniors occupy one of them.

Malfoy's heart-piercing horrified cry made one of the Slytherins sitting on the seat stand up. He was tall, with a cropped head and an ordinary appearance. The only thing that stands out is his striking big buck teeth.

"Marcus, what are you going to do?"

As soon as Marcus stood up, he heard cold scolding from behind, and it was the man sitting in the front seat who spoke.

That was the prefect of the seventh year of Slytherin.

And this student named Marcus is the current captain and Chaser of Slytherin College Quidditch.

"I want to go out and have a look."

Marcus lowered his head, not daring to look directly at each other.

The other party just waved his hand, and a tone similar to Malfoy's was heard. The tone was not as greasy and jerky as Malfoy, and it was naturally too much: "It's just a conflict between the lower grades, it's no big deal, we don't need to intervene."

"That's Draco, Uncle Lucius' only son."

Marcus emphasized.

The relationship between his Flint family and the Malfoy family is not bad, there are some kinship, but

"So what?"

The prefect said lightly, without any emotional fluctuations, just looked at Marcus quietly.

Under the watchful eyes, the little momentum that Marcus had just mustered blew away.

Weakly said: "He is being bullied now!"

"so what?"

"What does it have to do with us? What does it have to do with you?"

asked the prefect.

"I" Marcus blushed, hesitated for a long time before bursting into a fart: "I think we should help him"

Before the prefect could speak, the Slytherin sitting on his left said, "Don't we help him enough? We didn't stop the second and third grades, plus the first grades, do you know how many of them there are?"

"The entire lounge has been put on a soundproof spell to prevent the outside world from knowing, so that he can have a good time."

"The results of it?"

Although I don't know exactly what happened in the lounge, it is self-evident what Malfoy's screams just now represent.

"Malfoy is a Slytherin after all."

Marcus spoke again, his voice weaker this time.

"The other party is also a Slytherin."

The prefect seemed to be irritated by Marcus's words, and his tone raised a bit in vain.

"Look, Marcus, it was Malfoy who called it up, and Malfoy himself started it, and he can't beat it himself. What does that have to do with us. We're not the Vincent and Gregory family (Crabbe and Goyle's family), not to mention his Malfoy's dog, there is no need to wipe his ass"

"And the other party is that Potter's cousin, you should know who I'm talking about."

In the British wizarding world, all pure-blood wizarding families are more or less related, for example, Harry's Potter family can even be related to all pure-blood families.

The key point is that the name Harry Potter is taboo to pure-blood wizards, especially those who were originally Death Eaters, just like Voldemort has a deterrent effect on ordinary wizards.

The purebloods will always treat him with respect, even friendship, until they figure out how he defeated the Dark Lord, and whether he is a powerful, evil dark wizard.

Of course they wouldn't stop others from testing Harry for them.

"Malfoy has so many resources that can be used. If he can't even handle this trivial matter, what qualifications does he have for us to help? Is it based on his face? Or does he have a good father?"

Malfoy's childish behavior of always showing off his father can easily arouse the disgust of others, especially the kind of family background that is not inferior to the Malfoy family.

Are you the only one in this world with a father?

"Remember, we're Slytherins, not kindergarten nannies. We don't have time to play trick games with them."

The prefect's voice gradually became softer, and he said to Marcus earnestly.

"Do you remember the purpose of Slytherin?"

What the other party said stopped Marcus on the contrary. He thought for a while before stammering: "Pure blood is the best?"

"Profits come first, abilities come first, the winner is king, and the loser is bandit. How many times do I have to tell you? You idiot."

The prefect's tone was already very impatient, and he kept cursing in his heart, 'the idiot of the Flint family. '

After all, students are not so deep, and it took a while to calm down and said to Marcus earnestly: "Marcus, you are already in the fifth grade, and we are graduating this year and next year, we have no time and no energy What else will I teach you?"

"You can only rely on yourself in the future. You have failed in the competition for the prefect. Don't make me regret choosing you as the captain of Slytherin Quidditch. Don't let your Flint family be ashamed."

Seeing that Marcus was still looking out the door from time to time, obviously he didn't listen to what he said, the prefect's blood pressure rose a bit, and finally he could only shake his head helplessly and sighed.

‘They choose people, so what if they are trash? '

"If you really want to help Malfoy, then inform Professor Snape."

"But if I were you, I wouldn't do that."

"Being able to defeat so many people is definitely not an easy thing, at least you Marcus can't do it."

"If I were you, I would choose to befriend him."

The prefects felt that they had done enough benevolence and righteousness. If Marcus was still obsessed with his obsession, then it had nothing to do with them. Anyway, they were going to graduate soon.

In the lounge, Dudley had already walked up to Malfoy, who had fallen to the ground and curled up into a ball.

Ignoring Malfoy's constant yelling of 'Don't come here', he held Malfoy's small head with one hand and turned him over, leaned over and leaned over, that face gradually changed little by little in Malfoy's desperate eyes. Zoom in, and finally the four eyes meet.

Malfoy could clearly hear the other party's heavy breathing.

At that moment, he recalled the fear of being eaten in Madam Mojin's robe store.

Dudley opened his mouth slowly, revealing two rows of white teeth, so creepy under the faint green light.

In this situation, Malfoy made a decisive 'crack', rolled his eyes and passed out.