Chapter 51: Brewing Tea and Clearing the Stables?

In the Slytherin common room:

"He's finished."

"That muscle-headed fool is in big trouble this time."

Amid the dim, eerie green light, Draco Malfoy animatedly recounted today's events in Potions class to his fellow first-year Slytherins. "As you know, Professor Snape is a good friend of my father. They were close even before I came to Hogwarts."

Malfoy then indulged in his habitual boasting about his father.

Lowering his voice and adopting a sinister tone, he continued, "Professor Snape will teach him a harsh lesson, punish him, and then kick him out of Slytherin, out of Hogwarts."

"Hehe, that has nothing to do with me. It's Professor Snape's doing," Malfoy added nonchalantly.

"I'm just..."

Malfoy smugly detailed his plan, reveling in the imagined scene of Dudley being humiliated and expelled.

"My father said Slytherin is a place for those of noble blood."

Again, the worn-out rhetoric of blood purity.

Lost in his own world, Malfoy failed to notice the changing expressions of the surrounding young wizards. Even Pansy's urgent glances, Crabbe and Goyle's pale lips, and trembling bodies went unnoticed.

Until...

"Speaking ill of others behind their backs is not very gentlemanly. Of course, there are hardly any true gentlemen left in all of England."

"Mr. Swagger, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. I won't be leaving Hogwarts anytime soon."

A chilling voice echoed behind Malfoy, causing him to feel an icy sensation, as if plunged into a frozen abyss. Like a duck with its throat squeezed, his voice abruptly stopped.

A large hand descended from above, pressing onto Malfoy's head. He felt his scalp tighten as his entire body was effortlessly lifted by a single hand.

Dudley couldn't fathom the value of the wizarding world's obsession with blood purity.

In his understanding, only pets emphasized bloodlines and purity.

By the way, the self-proclaimed pure-blood Malfoy had platinum blond hair, while the disdained Weasley family had red hair. In England, what did red hair signify?

If one had a bit of knowledge in English history, they would know.

The indigenous people of the European continent were called Celts, and a hallmark of Celtic blood was red hair. In other words, the Weasley family had Celtic heritage, and tracing their roots, the Weasleys had a purer bloodline than any pure-blood present.

As for blonde hair, it could be descended from either the Germanic or Viking peoples.

Everyone knew the Vikings were raiders.

So, even tracing back to their roots, Malfoy had nothing to boast about.

"I think we should have a good conversation."

"Before I lose all patience."

Dudley, rudely lifting Malfoy, took giant strides toward the interior of the Slytherin common room.

An opportunity to tidy up Malfoy's excuses had presented itself.

"No! You can't do this!" Malfoy shouted in fear.

He struggled, attempting to kick Dudley and waving his fists to break free, but it was futile.

Laughing, Dudley, with his short arms and legs, couldn't reach Dudley.

The other Slytherins simply watched as Dudley carried Malfoy away. In the vast common room, not a single person dared to intervene, including Malfoy's two bodyguards. The two chubby boys, lying on the floor seemingly unconscious, were unsure whether they were truly or falsely fainting upon Dudley's arrival.

"No one is helping you. Your character is truly poor, Mr. Swagger. I thought today would bring me some joy."

Dudley's words caused a drastic change in the expressions of the Slytherins around him. Like avoiding the plague, they quickly retreated, forming a deserted zone around Dudley. Even Crabbe and Goyle, lying on the ground, turned even paler.

In fact, Malfoy's reputation in Slytherin had subtly changed after the events of the first night of school.

"You're impressive, Malfoy, great and noble, but you got us beaten up."

Afterward, not a single word of explanation or apology.

Even the good deeds were done by the Carrow family.

In the end, Mr. Swagger was too young and naive, ignorant of social conventions.

"Please wait a moment."

Well, not everyone. At least one person remained, right?

"Hmm? Do you have any objections to my actions, Miss Parkinson?"

Dudley turned his head slowly, his copper bell-sized eyes fixed on Pansy.

Guess how long this girl would cry if Dudley punched her?

At that moment, Pansy felt like she was being stared at by a fierce beast. Despite the lack of any threatening actions, her breath seemed to stall.

"I mean, you must be hungry. How about a cup of tea with some sweets?"

Miss Parkinson said sincerely from the bottom of her heart.

Malfoy? What does that have to do with her?

"Tea without sugar, and please bring some biscuits. I'm a bit hungry."

Dudley happened to have a slight hunger, and since someone was inviting him to a meal, it would be impolite to refuse.

"I'll come back to drink in a while. Before the tea cools, thank you."

Saying this, he continued to carry Malfoy towards the room deep in the common room, leaving the young Slytherins watching the two depart.

"He won't eat Draco, will he?"

Watching the departing figures, Pansy muttered.

Unfortunately, no one in the entire Slytherin house could answer her.

Not until the two disappeared from view did the two plump boys, who had been lying down, suddenly jump up, as if their backsides were on fire.

Clearly, those two had been faking it.

"I'll tell my dad!"

Seeing that force was useless, Malfoy could only attempt to use his father's name.

After all, he was a famous daddy's boy, and his father's name was usually quite effective.

"If I were you, I wouldn't."

Dudley, carrying Malfoy rather roughly, paid no heed to the other's feelings.

Malfoy felt like his scalp was about to be lifted off by Dudley. It hurt, but he had no way to resist.

Dudley continued inward, reaching the deep part of the Slytherin common room. He found a room, opened the door with a gentle push, and closed it behind them.

The room was larger than expected, with a big table in the center.

Coincidentally, it was the place where the Slytherin upperclassmen had gathered before.

Being in the basement and without any lighting, the room was dimly lit, with only a faint yellowish glow.

Dudley tossed Malfoy to the side like a little chick, then slowly bent down, looking down at him from above. "Hey, kid, now it's just the two of us. No one will know what I do to you."

Especially when no one knows these words.

Dudley's sinister words sent a shiver down Malfoy's spine, a chilling feeling spreading throughout his body.

(End of this chapter)

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