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"Hey, Dursley, you big idiot."
"I told you I'd make you pay."
Before Dudley could even look for who was responsible, the culprit stepped forward on his own.
Malfoy slowly walked out from the crowd, a smug smile spread across his face.
He still used that affected tone he believed sounded imposing.
In reality, he had never said those words before.
On the train, he hadn't even managed to finish a threat before fleeing in embarrassment.
Crabbe and Goyle stood right behind Malfoy.
Around them stood many young wizards — first-years, second-years, and even third-years — forming a circle.
Of course, not every Slytherin student was on Malfoy's side.
But they certainly weren't going to side with Dudley either.
They chose to watch coldly.
Malfoy was quite satisfied with the situation.
There were already dozens of young wizards gathered around him, while Dudley stood alone on the other side.
He enjoyed the feeling of leading them.
If Dudley had been in Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, things would have been more troublesome.
But he was in Slytherin.
Home-field advantage.
Numerical advantage.
Total advantage.
He couldn't even imagine losing.
"I'm a very generous person. If you're willing to become my follower, take a beating to vent our anger, and then help us teach that Potter a lesson, I might consider forgiving you."
Malfoy lifted his chin arrogantly as he spoke.
When he mentioned Potter, several gazes that did not belong to the crowd in the common room fell on him for a brief moment.
Then they disappeared just as quickly.
The older Slytherin students had not followed the prefect back to their dormitories.
But that did not mean they were not present.
Nor did it mean they were not paying attention.
Even with Dumbledore explaining the situation, many pure-blood wizards still believed Harry was essentially a dark wizard.
That he was the one who had defeated the Dark Lord.
That belief had naturally passed down to their children.
Because of this, Slytherin's attitude toward Harry was extremely delicate.
If Dudley had been Harry, at least ninety percent of the Slytherin students would have chosen to simply watch.
Before discovering exactly how Harry had killed the Dark Lord, they would not take sides easily.
Since Malfoy wanted to be the first to act, that was even better.
Malfoy's proposal was basically pointless.
Becoming a follower was merely an excuse.
If Dudley refused, Malfoy could order everyone to beat him with justification.
"See? I gave him a chance."
If Dudley agreed, the outcome would be even worse.
This was the best plan Malfoy's little brain could come up with.
Dudley crossed his arms over his chest.
His solid pectoral muscles somehow gave off a strange sense of reassurance.
"And if I refuse?"
Malfoy stared at Dudley with hatred.
He would never forget the humiliation of their first meeting, when he had almost wet his pants in fear.
"Then we'll give you a night you'll never forget."
The young wizards exchanged glances and burst into malicious laughter.
"No. Every night. We need someone to practice spells on."
A voice filled with malice egged them on from the crowd.
Malfoy frowned slightly when he heard that, but said nothing.
To be honest, he had never thought that far ahead.
He only wanted to teach Dudley a lesson and recover the pride he had lost.
If he could turn Dudley into his follower, even better.
Then he could humiliate Harry whenever he wanted.
Served him right for ignoring him and becoming friends with that Weasley.
Dudley rubbed his smooth chin.
Looking at the scene before him, a certain word suddenly appeared in his mind.
He looked at the group with a strange expression.
"Are you trying to bully me?"
Back when he was at St. George's Primary School, there had been a group like this as well.
They had surrounded him and said they were going to teach him an unforgettable lesson.
And what happened afterward?
Ah.
They all ended up lying on the ground after getting beaten.
That was when his reputation first began to spread.
And now this was happening again?
"I just want to live peacefully with my classmates and spend my school years quietly."
In short, Dudley Dursley only wanted a peaceful life.
"Anyone who doesn't want to get hurt can leave."
Dudley issued a warning.
Unfortunately, no one took it seriously.
"Listen to the nonsense he's spouting."
The Slytherin young wizards began to mock him.
"He thinks he's strong just because he's big?"
"We're wizards."
They not only ignored Dudley.
His words went in one ear and out the other.
And then—
"Whoosh!"
A yellow flash shot toward him.
Dudley, who had been watching closely, dodged it easily.
It wasn't Malfoy.
But it was someone from his side who had cast the spell.
"A sneak attack?"
The spell struck the ground and corroded a noticeable hole in the floor.
Some kind of curse.
"I hate sneak attacks."
It reminded him of that pig tail incident.
Dudley's expression gradually turned cold.
His previously mild-looking face began to look fierce.
The muscles of his face tightened completely.
That small change in expression alone made several Slytherin students shiver.
Especially Malfoy.
It reminded him of their first encounter.
He couldn't help but shiver.
Dudley slowly swept his gaze across the crowd.
No one dared hold eye contact with him for more than a second.
Almost everyone looked away immediately.
If Harry had been there, he would have recognized it instantly.
Dudley was angry.
At the same time, a clear sound rang in Dudley's ear.
A system notification.
Four Houses Series Mission: Reform the House.
Turn Slytherin into a true Slytherin.
Time limit: seven years.
Reward: Distributed in stages.
Hearing the system's voice, the tense muscles on Dudley's face twisted into a smile.
"You started this trouble."
"And you were the ones who attacked first."
"At first, I just wanted to live among you as an ordinary wizard."
"But it seems that won't be possible now."
At that moment, a three-dimensional image of the entire Slytherin common room appeared in Dudley's mind.
It was the projection created by the Data Magic Eyes.
Within that mental map, several attack and defense routes had already been planned.
That was exactly why he warned them at the beginning to leave if they didn't want to get hurt.
First-year students had almost no offensive ability.
Most of them could barely cast spells.
Dealing with them was not much different from dealing with elementary school students from St. George's.
Second-year students already had some basic knowledge and could use a few simple spells.
But since they had only just advanced to the second year, they still only knew what they had learned in the first year.
With some caution, they were still manageable.
The only truly troublesome ones were the third-years.
They already possessed a larger repertoire of spells.
And those spells could injure Dudley.
The solution was to defeat them before they could react.
The best method was to take away their wands.
Dudley leaned his body slightly forward.
The veins on his legs bulged.
The next second, like a cheetah spotting its prey, he lunged forward.
His first targets were the third-year Slytherin students holding wands.
In an instant, the entire common room descended into chaos.
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