Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Archmage

Hearing his cousin's call, Harry temporarily let go of Malfoy and returned to his seat.

At this moment, Young Master Malfoy's face, originally pale, was swollen and bloody. His expression showed a bit of stubbornness and unwillingness beneath the fear.

Seeing Dudley looking over, Malfoy wanted to curse, but then he caught Harry's sharp glance. He had to swallow the swear words and finally just let out a cold snort.

Dudley inexplicably felt like laughing, but he held it back.

Then he began to chant the spells:

"Episkey! Scourgify! Calm Mind!"

Powerful magic power radiated as the spells were chanted.

The healing spell and Cleaning Spell enveloped the Malfoy Trio. First, most of their injuries were healed, and then the blood and dirt on their faces and bodies were cleaned up.

And the final Calm Mind Spell covered everyone present.

It made everyone's mood calm down as much as possible.

"You're Harry Potter's cousin, right! I didn't expect you to be as powerful as the rumors said. What do you want to talk to me about? When will you let us go?"

Malfoy had recovered well. After his state of mind became peaceful, he finally started to talk in a normal tone. Looking at the always calm Dudley, his expression was very complicated, as if his perception had been shocked, and there was also a bit of unwillingness for his own submission.

"Don't worry, Malfoy. We're your classmates, not kidnappers. We won't tie you up forever.

If you can sincerely apologize to us for your previous words and actions, then you'll regain your freedom soon."

Dudley said calmly with a smile on his face.

"Fine! I apologize. Sorry, okay? Let me and Crabbe, Goyle go quickly!"

Malfoy said in a very fast and extremely perfunctory way with a gloomy face.

"This doesn't cut it. It's way too perfunctory!" Dudley shook his head.

"What on earth do you want?" Malfoy got annoyed again and shouted angrily, "It was you who provoked me first!"

"I can't buy that!" Dudley still remained calm. "At first, it was indeed Neville's toad that jumped onto your shoulder and caused you trouble. However, it was an accident. At most, it was just Neville's negligence, similar to how you failed to use the Expulsion Spell properly and accidentally hit Neville.

The toad jumped off your shoulder, and I also caught Neville who was about to fall. No one was hurt. It should have been a draw.

But you came up to us and asked Neville to apologize to you. Neville is naive, and you launched a personal attack."

"I launched a personal attack? You attacked me physically! How do you explain that?"

Malfoy felt a little guilty, but still stiffened his neck to defend himself.

"I hit your face because you insulted Ron's family!"

At this time, Hermione couldn't help but interrupt.

"I punched your stomach because you insulted Hermione! And later I hit your face because you insulted my cousin and all of us!"

Harry added in agreement.

"You... It was the Weasleys who sneered at me first! And then you kidnapped us. Can't I fight back?"

Malfoy got excited again after being stimulated and loudly refuted Hermione and Harry's opinions.

"Alright!"

Dudley helplessly cast the Calm Mind magic again to soothe the children.

As the saying goes, no comparison, no harm.

Seeing Malfoy being unreasonable and making fallacious arguments, he recalled a great virtue of Dumbledore.

That was that the old man was reasonable. He dared to admit his mistakes and listen to advice.

He was much easier to reform than Malfoy!

Dudley sorted out his thoughts and decided to take drastic measures.

"No more nonsense, Malfoy. Everyone has a scale in their heart to judge between right and wrong. You can ask yourself. Which side was more excessive just now, you or me?"

"I... Humph! Say whatever you want!" Malfoy's tone first weakened. After a moment's pause, he weakly expressed his dissatisfaction.

"You're incorrigible!"

Dudley shook his head and got straight to the point. "Malfoy, have you ever counted how many times you've called others 'Mudblood' in a conflict among classmates and how many times you've attacked others' families and bloodlines?"

Hearing Dudley mention bloodline, Malfoy regained his energy.

"Wizards from pure - blood families are nobler than Muggle - born wizards! You and that Hermione have lowly origins! So what if I scold you? You deserve it!"

Hearing Malfoy being so foul - mouthed, even Dudley, who had always remained calm, couldn't stand it anymore. He pointed at Malfoy's fair and clean face and cast the Stinging Hex.

"Ouch—ah——"

Malfoy let out a painful scream. The intense burning and stinging sensation on his face overwhelmed him. Soon, big bumps grew all over his face, making him hardly recognizable.

"I have to admit that if the ability to be a jerk could be quantified into strength, you'd be quite powerful!"

Dudley vented his and Hermione's anger and continued to reason. "Malfoy, do you really believe in the pure - blood supremacy ideology? Stop deceiving yourself!

My parents and Hermione's are Muggles, so you call us Mudbloods. Ron is from a pure - blood family, but you mock his family for being poor and call them the shame of pure - bloods. Neville is also from a pure - blood family, yet you call him stupid and pick on him.

Harry's parents are both wizards, but his mother comes from a Muggle family. Strictly speaking, Harry is a half - blood, but because of his fame, you want to be friends with him.

Are you really following the pure - blood supremacy ideology? No, you aren't!

You're just using the concept of pure blood to flaunt your own nobility and prove that it's reasonable for the Malfoy family behind you to have a higher status than other wizards!

You rotten pure - blood forces are afraid that the increasing number of Muggle - born wizards will encroach on your interests, threaten your power in the wizarding world, and undermine your lofty status. So you've come up with this pure - blood supremacy ideology to white - wash yourselves and belittle others!"

"You... You're talking rubbish! Pure blood is noble! It's noble! That's what my father taught me!"

Malfoy endured the pain and discomfort on his face and shouted back.

Just now, Dudley deliberately spared Malfoy's mouth from the evil spell, so Malfoy can still talk now.

Obviously, Malfoy's spirit and ideology were greatly impacted. Instinctively, he opposed what Dudley said, but he couldn't find any logical flaws in Dudley's words. Naturally, he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Heh! Your father? Do you think your father believes in pure - blood supremacy? If he really believed in it, he wouldn't have become Voldemort's lackey like a dog!"

And Dudley continued his passionate rant, always trying to say something that would shock others. "Voldemort, a bastard born from a rebellious witch raping a handsome Muggle under the effect of a love potion, managed to lord it over your pure - blood families and do whatever he wants.

What right do you have to talk about pure - blood supremacy? It's just a big joke!"