As the head of Slytherin, Snape was the first to arrive when he got the news, Dudley had already arranged for the Slytherin wizards to take care of everything, and even the poor fifth-year prefect was poured a bottle of potion by Dudley, but fortunately, this guy reacted quickly and put an iron armor spell on himself as soon as possible, otherwise it would be as simple as breaking a few bones.

I don't know why, the little wizards of Slytherin today are surprisingly obedient.

Dudley told them to do whatever they wanted.

It seems to be frightened.

The troll's corpse had been taken away by Snape, and of course it had already been drained of snot.

According to Malfoy's later investigations, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were attacked in addition to Slytherin that night, and Hufflepuff was too close to the restaurant to have much impact.

Captured, one dead and three wounded, a total of four trolls.

So did Hogwarts poke the troll's den?

Dudley didn't know if he had stabbed the troll's den, but he had lowered Hogwarts' safety by another level.

Because of the troll matter, Hogwarts strengthened the security of the castle overnight that day, and portraits were arranged in each corridor, and they would notify the dean as soon as anything happened.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, the Slytherin Year 1 wizards gathered at Pansy's call.

"The great Mr. Dursley revealed his identity as a dark wizard to save me."

Pansy pointed to herself and said proudly, "Don't you see? Mr. Dursley was the first to ask if I was hurt. ”

"He also fed me a bottle of potion himself."

The so-called feed was actually just a bottle of contemplative potion given to Dudley.

After all, she was closest to the troll's location, and she was the most frightened.

"You know, he loves the black tea I make."

Pansy, who was slightly red, stroked her hair, trying to show her charm, but although her facial features were exquisite, her shape was too ugly, which belonged to the category of offending stylists, which made her look worse.

Although Pansy is quite prestigious in the first year of Slytherin, it still causes the displeasure of a small number of young witches.

"Remember, don't tell any professor about this."

Pansy said solemnly.

"And what about the Dean?"

Pansy said sharply, "No! Neither can the dean! ”

The way Dudley killed the troll that day was brushed aside, and Snape didn't know if he had found it or something else, so he didn't know if the troll had died from the powerful dark magic of 'Flying Sands'.

"My dad told me that the study of the Dark Arts was forbidden at Hogwarts, and that if he knew, he would have kicked Mr. Dursley out."

Pansy said, scanning her eyes over the young wizards in the room.

"Whoever dares to speak out, who dares to let Mr. Dursley be kicked out of Hogwarts, my Parkinson family will not let him go!"

"So do my Malfoys!"

"Me Greengrass too!"

"And me"

The first-year wizards have expressed their positions.

Once upon a time, Dudley, who was unanimously despised by Slytherin, has now become a sweetheart in Slytherin's eyes.

Even he didn't know that.

Now he was sitting in the library with Hermione reading quietly, Hermione was looking at the second-year Charms textbook, and Dudley was looking at the old notebook he had taken from Snape earlier, which had benefited Dudley from many tips on how to improve potions.

In the seats behind Dudley and Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Neville were 'nibbling' with three books each.

Teaching according to aptitude Dudley arranged the subjects that the three of them are good at and like these days.

Harry was reading Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Neville was reading books on herbology, and Ron was reading books on herbalism. Reading a book of prophetic divination.

Even though the best way to learn magic is in practice, you need to understand the principles first.

On weekends and holidays, early in the morning is the time to exercise, in the morning is the study phase, at noon Dudley will go to Snape to study, the others can play freely, and in the evening there are practical classes.

That's the plan Dudley gave them.

The days went on like this, and the slow passage was quite fulfilling and abundant.

The day after Halloween, Gryffindor discovered that their house's points hourglass had dropped from second in the round to last.

Originally, it wasn't a big deal.,Anyway, it's going to be added back slowly on Monday.,It's been like this in the past because of night tours and when the rules are violated.,It's just that this time it's more ruthless.。

However after a week Gryffindor discovered. Instead of growing, their hourglass is missing.

If you fall any further, you will become a zero egg.

Only then did they realize that the jack-of-all-trades lady, who was the most active in answering questions every time she raised her hand in every class, never took the initiative to answer questions again.

The only source of bonus points is broken

That's Dudley's advice to Hermione.

"Gryffindor doesn't need that many points."

The so-called house honors didn't matter to Hermione anymore, what mattered was that their little group was together, and it was Dudley by her side.

The Gryffindor wizards didn't care, since Miss Know-It-All didn't help, but they still had Quidditch matches.

As long as they finish first, they can still return to second place and then compete with Slytherin for first place.

In the bitter cold winds of November, the annual Quidditch tournament kicks off.

The first game was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Surprisingly, Malfoy became a Slytherin Seeker, and was easily selected on the condition that all Slytherins replace broomsticks, and it has to be said that money can really do whatever he wants.

With his coquettish movement and slightly more physique than his peers, he grabbed the Golden Snitch from Gryffindor's Seeker first.

Amid the curses of Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan, Slytherin finished on the podium, for which the House's points rose again.

First, the broom of the competition is not uniform, and the performance is not the same, which is unfair;

Second, the narrator's position is unjust and he carries private goods.

Dudley recorded both events in his little notebook.

As long as you calm down and study, time will pass quickly, and it will be December in an instant.

In a few days, the first semester of the first year will be over.

However. There was still no news of the formation of the group from Dumbledore.

On Saturday afternoon, Snape limped into the potions room.

"Professor, you're hurt."

Dudley could see Snape's abnormality at a glance, sniffed a few times in the air, and said, "White fresh. Licorice also has the flavor of Houttuynia cordata. ”

"If I'm not misjudged, you're probably bitten by something."

As he spoke, he gently lifted Snape's trouser leg and looked at the large tooth mark on it.

"It's still a canine."

(End of chapter)