Chapter 42: Bullying Dudley Dursley?

"Hey, Dursley, you stupid big guy."

"I told you I would make you regret it."

Before Dudley could even seek out the main culprit, the main culprit jumped out on his own.

Draco Malfoy strolled leisurely out of the crowd, his face adorned with an undisguised triumphant expression, still maintaining that oily and well-calculated emphasis he considered impressive.

In reality, he hadn't uttered those words above; on the train, he hadn't even managed to say anything harsh before awkwardly escaping.

Crabbe and Goyle followed closely behind Malfoy, and many young wizards, from first to third years, formed a circle around them. Not all Slytherins stood by Malfoy, but they certainly wouldn't side with Dudley, only choosing to watch coldly from the sidelines.

Malfoy was very satisfied with this; he had gathered dozens of young wizards by his side, while the opposition had only one person. He loved the feeling of leading a group.

If Dudley were in Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, it might not be as challenging, but of course, it had to be Slytherin.

The location, people, and sheer numerical advantage – he didn't know how he could lose.

"I'm a generous person. If you're willing to be my lackey, get beaten up to vent our frustration, and then join me in teaching that Potter a lesson, I might consider forgiving you," Malfoy said, raising his chin with an arrogant tone.

When Potter was mentioned, several glances that did not belong in the lounge fell on Malfoy, fleetingly. The senior Slytherins did not follow the prefect back to the common room, but it did not mean that they were not in the common room, nor did it mean that they did not pay attention to this matter.

Even with Dumbledore's explanation, many pure-blood wizards still insisted that Harry was fundamentally a dark wizard, the one who defeated the Dark Lord.

This mindset extended to their children, making Slytherins' attitudes toward Harry quite delicate. If Dudley were Harry, not all, but at least over 90% would choose to watch from the sidelines.

Before Harry's role in defeating Voldemort was confirmed, they wouldn't easily take sides.

Since Malfoy was willing to be the frontman, it was perfect.

Malfoy's proposal was essentially nonsense. Being a lackey was an excuse. If Dudley refused, Malfoy could rightfully order someone to beat him up, saying, 'Look, I gave him a chance.' If he agreed, the outcome would be even worse.

This was the best solution Malfoy's small brain could come up with.

Dudley crossed his arms over his chest, his well-built chest muscles giving off a reassuring vibe. "And if I don't?"

Malfoy stared at Dudley, vividly remembering the humiliation of almost wetting his pants during their first encounter. "Then we'll give you a memorable night."

The young wizards exchanged glances, followed by a wave of malicious laughter.

"No, every day. We need someone to practice spells with."

A malicious chuckle echoed in the crowd.

Malfoy frowned slightly at the words but said nothing.

To be honest, he hadn't thought this far. He just wanted to teach Dudley a lesson, regain his lost face, and preferably make Dudley his lackey, so he could embarrass Harry for ignoring him and befriending that Weasley.

Dudley touched his smooth chin, and a strange word popped into his mind as he looked at them.

"Are you planning to bully me in the common room?"

Back in St. George's Primary School, there was a group of people who surrounded him, claiming to give him an unforgettable lesson. What happened then?

Oh, they were all knocked down by him.

That was when his reputation started spreading.

Now it was happening again?

"I just want to get along peacefully with my classmates and pass-through school life calmly."

In short, Dudley Dursley just wanted to live a quiet life.

"Those who don't want to get hurt can leave."

Dudley issued a warning.

Unfortunately, his warning didn't garner much attention.

"Look, he's talking nonsense."

After hearing Dudley's words, Slytherin's young wizards mocked him. "Does he think he's powerful just because he's big? We're wizards, after all."

Not only did they not take Dudley seriously, but they also treated his words as if they were nothing, even –

"Swoosh!"

A bright green light shot out and, being watched by Dudley, effortlessly dodged.

It wasn't Malfoy, but someone from Malfoy's side who cast the spell.

"Sneak attack?"

The place hit by the spell had corroded into a small hole.

Some kind of curse.

"I hate sneak attacks."

It reminded him of the pig tail incident.

Dudley's face gradually turned cold. His originally 'kind' round face now seemed 'ferocious,' with facial muscles fully engaged.

A simple change of expression made many Slytherins, especially Malfoy at the forefront, feel uneasy. It reminded him of their first encounter, the greeting that gave him involuntary chills.

Dudley's gaze swept over the young Slytherins, and no one dared to lock eyes with him for more than a second. It seemed that at the moment of eye contact, their gaze automatically shifted away.

If Harry were here, he would surely exclaim.

Dudley was angry.

At the same time, a crisp notification sound echoed in Dudley's ears.

"Four Houses Task Series: Reorganize the House, transform Slytherin into a true Slytherin, Deadline: Seven years. Task rewards: Distributed in stages."

Hearing the system's voice, Dudley's tightly stretched muscles pulled into a smile. "You started it, and you attacked first."

"I just wanted to get along with you as an ordinary wizard. It seems that's not possible now."

At this moment, the 3D image of the entire Slytherin common room appeared in Dudley's mind. He had constructed it using the Data Magic Eye, and within this constructed image, he had prepared several offensive and defensive routes. That's why he had said from the beginning that those who didn't want to get hurt should leave.

First-year wizards had no combat capabilities; most of them didn't even know how to use spells. Dealing with them was no different from dealing with elementary school students from St. George's.

Second-year students had some knowledge and could use a few simple spells, but having just entered the second year, they would only know what first-year students learned. Being a bit careful, Dudley could easily handle them.

The only trouble was the third-year students.

Third-year students already had a certain amount of spell knowledge, and those spells could certainly harm Dudley.

The key was to deal with them before they could react, preferably by taking away their wands.

Dudley slightly tilted his body, and veins on his feet surged. The next moment, like a cheetah spotting prey, he leaped out.

The first target was a third-year Slytherin student holding a wand.

Chaos erupted in the entire common room.

(End of Chapter)

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