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?"

"Satisfied!" Harry nodded his head like a pecking chicken.

Dudley nodded in satisfaction and pursed his lips, "Alright then."

Upon hearing Dudley's words, the three dared to stop.

Dudley didn't like using violence unless necessary. He insisted that he was an easy-going person.

Look, slapping themselves was their idea, nothing to do with Dudley Dursley.

Taking the wand from Harry, about to enjoy it, he saw the bite marks at the end and furrowed his brow again, "Who touched my lunch?"

Just a simple question made the three shiver, especially the chubby one who was almost scared to tears.

Guess why Dudley is called the Food Keeper?

Or Jim, mustering up courage, said, "Listen to our explanation; there has been a misunderstanding."

"I don't want to know what misunderstanding."

Dudley flashed a white set of teeth, "I just want to know when you'll pay my little brother the 4 pounds you owe him."

Seemingly oblivious, actually fully aware.

These few individuals just wanted to 'borrow' some money from Harry, which was not uncommon at St. George's School, or in most schools for that matter.

Bullies and troublemakers exist in any school.

As Dudley said himself, "I don't like trouble."

Since you want to 'borrow,' then 'borrow' it is. Whether to give or not is my business, and whether you return it is your concern.

Harry's glasses happened to need replacement.

The inexplicable words left the three in a daze, but Jim reacted the quickest.

"We'll repay you in a week, sir."

"Take it! Even if we have to steal or rob, we'll get it."

Preventive measures.

"Three days," Dudley said, tearing off the part of the baguette that had someone else's saliva on it. "Also, compensation for my bread. And..."

Dudley scrutinized Harry's face again, "One slap, £1.5. So, you owe us brothers a total of £9.15. Thank you."

£9.15 split between three people amounted to about £3.05 per person.

For a poor student, this meant a considerable fortune.

The chubby guy twitched his lips and was about to say something when he saw Dudley, with a grim expression, putting the baguette, which had been chewed by others, into his mouth and chewing it loudly. The sound was like crunching on something crisp. In that moment, the chubby guy thought of his fingers and certain R-rated bloody scenes. The words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed down.

As for teaming up to beat him?

Don't joke around.

Look at those streamlined muscles, like small mountains.

Can three rabbits beat a brown bear together?

There were people who wanted to discipline Dudley, even contacting delinquents from the neighboring high school, but the result was that they all ended up in the hospital.

"Dudley not only had nothing to do with it but also received praise from the school."

"For his bravery."

"Bravery, my ass", Go to hell with your bravery.

Looking at Dudley's vast and robust arms, the three involuntarily swallowed their saliva. It was said that Dudley won the Southeastern Junior Heavyweight Inter-School Boxing Championship in the third grade.

What does that mean?

This competition is usually only for middle school students, but Dudley not only participated but also won the championship.

The three of them combined couldn't withstand a single punch from him.

As Dudley chewed vigorously, a baguette was quickly consumed. He handed the torn-off part to the chubby guy and said, "Don't waste food; eat this."

The chubby guy dared not resist, tearfully took it and put it in his mouth. Then, with a hard bite, a tooth fell out. Tears streamed down his face, and his mouth was full of blood, coupled with his swollen pig head appearance,, making him look miserable.

"Is he eating rocks? It must be." Jim and Harvey thought in their hearts, gaining a new understanding of Dudley's terror.

At this moment, Dudley paused slightly, and his frowning brow relaxed. A somewhat hearty honest smile appeared on his face.

However, in the eyes of the trio, this smile had nothing to do with kindness; it was definitely a devil's smile.

"He won't come up with another idea, will he?"

"We really can't come up with a pound! We don't have a single penny."

"Mom, I won't dare again."

They didn't dare to raise questions; they could only silently pray in their hearts.

Naturally, Dudley wouldn't be so bored as to continue extorting a few poor students. He heard a prompt sound in his ears.

"Rescue the young savior Harry Potter, reward one physical fitness lottery."

(End of this chapter)