Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Chapter 52: Going to Your Doorstep to Confront You

"You can't."

Malfoy tried to stand up, but he couldn't manage it. He felt his legs trembling uncontrollably.

He could hear the chattering of his teeth as he spoke, the upper and lower teeth constantly colliding, making a 'd-d-d' sound.

"Oh? Why can't I?"

Dudley tapped the table in the room with his fingers gently. Each tap felt like a heavy hammer striking Malfoy's heart, making him shiver involuntarily. Dudley extended his huge hand and said leisurely, "You should know that you've offended me, and many times at that."

"I think I've told you before, I'm not a good guy, Mr. Malfoy."

"The students outside know that you took me away." Malfoy's intelligence unexpectedly spiked for once. He shouted loudly as if he had grasped a lifeline, "If you dare to harm me, the professors will know, and they will expel you."

Whenever expulsion was mentioned, Malfoy got excited. At this moment, it seemed like he found a reliance. His teeth stopped chattering, his body no longer trembled, and he could finally take a breath, he was breathing hard.

"Mr. Malfoy," Dudley lowered his voice, interrupting Malfoy's fantasy. His eyes glinted with a dangerous light. "Are you trying to threaten me?"

With just one glance, Dudley deflated Malfoy's courage, which had just inflated like a balloon.

"What makes you think that I care whether I get expelled or not?"

Does Dudley care about getting expelled?

Honestly, to be fair, he was quite concerned about it. He really wanted to spend the past few years of his academic career at Hogwarts peacefully.

But why should Malfoy have the right to expel him? Based on his supposedly Viking ancestry? Or because of his father, a member of the school board?

Oh, if it were elsewhere, having a school board member as a father could indeed allow one to do as they pleased.

Unfortunately, Hogwarts wasn't like some private schools; the authority of a school board member wasn't that great.

They couldn't even decide what Hogwarts students would eat for dinner.

Dudley had deliberately researched and was 100% sure, just like the Sorting Hat said, that he would be well-prepared before doing anything.

This sentence left Malfoy confused. With his current brain capacity, he couldn't figure out why a student wouldn't be afraid of expulsion.

The charm of language lies in who dominates.

Whoever breaks the defense loses.

Now is the time of Durmstrang.

In Malfoy's terrified gaze, Dudley slowly spoke out an address.

"Wiltshire, England."

That was the location of Malfoy's home, the real position of Malfoy Manor.

"Why would you know that?"

A sharp sound like a rooster's crow erupted, Malfoy's voice distorted by fear, and his heartbeat sounded like a drum.

Dudley could hear it even standing still.

Why would Dudley know the address of Malfoy's home?

Good question, blame Lucius if you have to.

He was usually too ostentatious, too high-profile, too flamboyant. Moreover, he never hid the location of his home, never cast the Fidelius Charm. Many in the wizarding world knew where the Malfoy Manor was.