Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Chapter 2: Mage Training System

Gulp.

Hearing that name, the throats of the three men squirmed, collectively swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

That name was an absolute taboo at St. George's School.

A chilling sensation enveloped the trio, sending shivers down their spines.

"Did I hear someone talking about me?"

A very soft voice rang out, but in the ears of the four, it was like thunder.

A hand appeared at the corner of the wall, and a huge shadow seemed to emit white smoke, gradually blocking the sunlight above the three.

The three, who had just been arrogant in front of Harry, suddenly felt their throats dry.

How to describe the other party?

Even just the arm was thicker than their thighs.

Judging solely by physique, this was undoubtedly a strong man, but the chubby face revealed the fact that he was still a child. The robust figure often gave people the illusion of facing a giant.

If one were to describe it, the style was completely different from theirs.

Just standing there exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Harvey swallowed hard, not recognizing the other party, but the distinctive physique made him realize the person's identity.

The person revealed a very 'kind' smile.

However, this simple smile instilled a deep fear in the three.

Dudley Dursley, a boy whose name alone could stop a crying child.

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

His gaze swept across the three, making them feel as if they were being stared at by a predator, or maybe it wasn't just a feeling.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing, sir."

The three said in unison, even using a bit of politeness.

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

Dudley nodded with a smile, showing another self-proclaimed elegant smile to the three.

Watching them, the three felt their hearts pound.

Approaching Harry, he put the black-framed glasses back on his face. When he saw the faintly red handprint on Harry's face, his expression darkened.

"Slap yourself."

Dudley turned his head, emotionless, and said to the three.

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

The suffocating oppression hit them head-on, and the three felt as if their hearts were being squeezed tightly.

Rather than facing a person, it felt more like facing a wild beast.

At least that's what Harvey and the others thought.

Snap, snap, snap.

The crisp sound of self-slapping echoed.

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

Whatever the request, it's best to follow his words.

A few slaps later, their faces immediately swelled up.

It was evident that real force was used in the slaps.

They didn't dare to be perfunctory, let alone stop.

Only when the three had faces swollen like pig heads did Dudley turn to Harry and ask, "Satisfied, Harry?"