I am Harry Potter's Cousin, Big D

"You... what do you want?"

When facing Dudley, Malfoy unconsciously used honorifics. Confirming that Dudley was not someone he could afford to offend, Malfoy cowered. Dudley had seen many people like him before; there were quite a few at St. George's Primary School. They were simply spoiled brats from wealthy families. Give them an inch, and they'll take a mile. The best way to deal with them was thoroughly, in one go. Dudley's notorious reputation at St. George's wasn't just built on violence.

"What do you think I want?"

Dudley's hand lightly rested on Malfoy's shoulder, as if brushing away dust. Then, two fingers pressed on the joint between the shoulder and arm.

Crack.

An extremely faint sound of bone entered Dudley's ears. Malfoy was horrified to find his right arm hanging limply over his shoulder like a piece of rubber. No matter how hard he tried, it didn't respond at all. Excruciating pain shot from his arm. Malfoy, who had always been pampered, had never experienced such a feeling. Tears and snot immediately flowed out.

Just as he was about to cry out, he found Dudley's hand on his neck, and the sound he was about to make was swallowed back. He didn't even dare to breathe heavily, afraid that his neck would become like his arm. Even with his lack of knowledge, he knew what this meant. That hand, which possessed magic, held his life and death.

Then, Dudley's hand hovered less than two centimeters above Malfoy's forehead. For the first time, Dudley unreservedly released his malice towards him. At this moment, he seemed to transform into a ghoul that had climbed out of the depths of hell. This was the first time in Malfoy's life that he felt death was so close. He didn't doubt for a second that if he made any move, the other boy would tear him into pieces and eat him bit by bit.

This was a shock that struck his very soul. Malfoy felt like he couldn't breathe. No, it wasn't just a feeling; he really couldn't breathe.

"Please..." Malfoy's pale face turned crimson from lack of oxygen.

'Dark magic,' Malfoy screamed in his heart. 'He must have used dark magic on me. I'm going to die.' At this moment, he remembered what his father had earnestly told him: try not to provoke that Harry Potter unless you can be sure that he and the people around him are all ordinary people. The idea that Harry was secretly a dark wizard, or that there was definitely a powerful dark wizard hidden around him, was quite popular in pureblood circles. In their opinion, the only one who could defeat the Dark Lord was a stronger dark wizard.

Malfoy hadn't expected that Harry's cousin, this Dudley Dursley, was that dark wizard. Whether it was the abnormality of his arm or the fact that he could barely breathe now, he hadn't even seen the other boy use a wand, nor had he heard him utter a spell. This was non-verbal magic, something his father had mentioned occasionally. It was a sign of a wizard with profound magical attainments. Dursley was not only a dark wizard but a dark wizard with profound magical power.

Actually, Dudley had only released a little bit of malice. The inability to breathe was due to Malfoy's own problem. When people are stimulated by strong emotions like tension and fear, their bodies can experience symptoms like muscle tension and spasms. It was a stress response, a normal physiological phenomenon. As for the arm problem, he had just dislocated the joint, a simple trick for Dudley.

Unfortunately, Malfoy didn't understand these things. For people in the wizarding world, no matter what they encountered, their first reaction was to associate it with magic. In other words, he suffered from being uncultured.

"I like useful people," Dudley said, his voice a low murmur. "You know, useful people are very likable. From now on, you will be my follower. Do you have any objections?"

At this moment, how could Malfoy dare to refuse? He nodded his head repeatedly and rapidly, like a chicken pecking at rice. "Yes, yes..."

Hearing Malfoy's answer, the malice on Dudley's body slightly receded, reducing Malfoy's stress response and making his breathing a little smoother. He unhurriedly grabbed Malfoy's right hand and, with a gentle twist, popped the joint back into place. He whispered to Malfoy with deep meaning, "So... we have reached a consensus. We will get along well in the future. Remember, three strikes and you're out. You don't have another chance."

The malice on his body vanished, and Malfoy became like a puddle of mud. Even the feeling of suffocation disappeared with it. His arm returned to normal, no longer limp like it had been moments before. At this moment, he felt as if he had arrived in heaven. Emotional spasms are usually temporary and will disappear naturally once the emotion is relieved. So Malfoy's current state was normal.

'It really is dark magic!' Malfoy was shouting in his heart. 'He really is a powerful dark wizard!' Unfortunately, Dudley couldn't read minds; otherwise, he would definitely say that Malfoy was overthinking. Although there was more fear, under this fear, there was also a hint of... excitement? After being repeatedly dominated by Dudley, he not only developed a strong fear of him but also a hint of admiration. Simply put, it was an admiration for strength. Many people say this is a Slytherin trait. In reality, which house doesn't admire strength? Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff? It's just human nature.

"By the way," Dudley said, his tone unquestionable, "Professor Snape said your physique is too poor, and I think so too. So I plan to take you with me when I exercise. Monday to Friday... 7 o'clock every morning. I don't want you to be late."

Where would Malfoy dare to refuse now? He would agree to whatever Dudley said.

"To change your annoying personality, remember the content on this paper." Dudley handed Malfoy a piece of paper with only a few short sentences written on it. "Run and shout it out loud."

After doing all this, Dudley ignored Malfoy, stood up, and walked out the door. He had already arranged to visit Hagrid's hut with Harry and the others in the afternoon. He believed that after today, Malfoy would absolutely not dare to trouble him again, and he would be very obedient. To be fair, Malfoy's nature was actually alright, apart from being a bit foul-mouthed, mischievous, and generally unpleasant. Perhaps this would be the breakthrough point for rectifying Slytherin.

(End of Chapter)

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