Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 64 Pureblood Supremacy? Utterly laughable!

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

At this moment, young Malfoy's face was red and swollen with blood, and his expression was a mixture of fear and stubbornness.

Seeing Dudley looking over, he wanted to curse, but then he saw Harry's sharp gaze and had to swallow his curse back, ultimately only letting out a cold snort.

Dali felt a strange urge to laugh, but he held it in.

Begin chanting the mantra:

"Heal quickly! Clean up completely! Calm down!"

Powerful magic emanated from the incantation.

Healing and cleansing spells enveloped the Malfoy trio, first healing most of their injuries and then cleaning the blood and grime from their faces and bodies.

The final stabilizing spell enveloped everyone present.

We tried our best to calm everyone down.

"You're Harry Potter's cousin, aren't you? I didn't expect you to be as powerful as the rumors say. What do you want to talk to me about? When will you release us?"

Malfoy had recovered well. After calming down, he finally began to speak in a normal tone. He looked at Dudley, who remained calm, with a very complicated expression, as if his understanding had been shocked and he was also somewhat unwilling to submit to himself.

"Don't worry, Malfoy. We are your classmates, not kidnappers, and we won't keep you tied up forever."

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

Dudley smiled and spoke calmly.

"Fine! I apologize, I'm sorry, okay? Release me, Crabbe, and Goyle now!"

Malfoy, his face grim, spoke rapidly and offered a perfunctory apology.

“This doesn’t count, it’s too perfunctory!” Dali shook his head.

"What exactly do you want?" Malfoy was getting irritated again and shouted angrily, "You guys were the ones who provoked me first!"

“I disagree!” Dudley remained calm. “Initially, it was indeed Neville’s toad that jumped onto your shoulder and caused you trouble.”

But this was an accident, at most a mistake caused by Neville's negligence, just like how you didn't use the exorcism spell properly and accidentally hit Neville.

The toad jumped off your shoulder, and I caught Neville when he was about to fall. No one was hurt, so we should have been even.

But you came up to us, demanding Neville apologize, calling Neville stupid, and making personal attacks.

"I attacked you personally? You attacked me personally! How do you explain this?"

Malfoy felt a little guilty, but he still stubbornly defended himself.

I slapped you because you insulted Ron's family!

At this point, Hermione couldn't help but interject.

"I punched you in the stomach because you insulted Hermione! I slapped you in the face later because you insulted my cousin and all of us!"

Harry chimed in with a statement.

"You...weasleys mocked me first! Then you kidnapped us, are you saying I can't even fight back?!"

Malfoy, spurred on, became excited again and loudly refuted Hermione and Harry's points of view.

"All right!"

Dudley had no choice but to use his 'calm down' magic again, which calmed the children down.

As the saying goes, without comparison, there is no harm.

Seeing Malfoy's unreasonable and illogical arguments, he was reminded of one of Dumbledore's great virtues.

That's because Old Deng was reasonable; he dared to admit his mistakes and was willing to listen to advice.

He's much easier to modify than Malfoy!

Dali sorted out his thoughts and began to administer drastic measures:

"Enough with the nonsense, Malfoy. Everyone has a scale in their heart to judge right and wrong. You can ask yourself, between you and me just now, which side went too far?"

"I... Hmph! Say what you want!" Malfoy's tone softened at first, then after a pause, he weakly expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Stubborn to the end!"

Dudley shook his head and cut straight to the point, "Malfoy, have you counted how many times you called someone a 'Mudblood' and how many times you attacked their family and bloodline in a minor conflict between classmates?"

When Dudley mentioned bloodlines, Malfoy perked up again:

"Pure-blood wizards are nobler than Muggle-born wizards! You and Hermione are inherently lowly! So what if I insult you? You deserve to insult me!"

Hearing Malfoy's foul mouth, even Dudley, who had maintained his composure throughout, couldn't stand it anymore. He pointed at Malfoy's clean-cut, fair face and cast a stinging curse.

"Hiss—ah—"

Malfoy let out a painful roar as a burning, stinging pain overwhelmed his face. Before long, his face was covered with large and small bumps, making him unrecognizable.

"I have to admit, if being a smart aleck could be quantified as strength, you must be pretty strong!"

Dudley, having vented his anger for himself and Hermione, continued to reason, "Malfoy, do you really believe in the idea of ​​pure-blood supremacy? Stop fooling yourself!"

Hermione and I have Muggle parents, and you call us Mudbloods; Ron is a pureblood, and you say his family is poor and a disgrace to purebloods; Neville is also a pureblood, and you call him stupid and scare and bully him.

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

Are you adhering to the ideology of pureblood supremacy? No, you are not!

You're just using the concept of pureblood to highlight your own nobility and to prove that it's perfectly reasonable for the Malfoy family behind you to have a status above other wizards!

"You corrupt pure-blood forces are afraid that the increasingly powerful Muggle wizards will infringe upon your interests, threaten your power in the magical world, and undermine your lofty status. That's why you've concocted this rhetoric of pure-blood supremacy to package yourselves and belittle others!"

"You...you're talking nonsense! Purebloods are noble! They are noble! That's what my father taught me!"

Despite the pain and discomfort on his face, Malfoy retorted loudly.

Just now, Dudley made a special effort to protect Malfoy's mouth from the curse, so Malfoy can continue to speak now.

Clearly, Malfoy's mind and beliefs were greatly impacted. He instinctively opposed Dudley's words, but he could not find any logical errors in Dudley's words, and his emotions inevitably collapsed.

"Heh! Your father? Do you think your father believes in pure-blood supremacy? If he truly believed in pure-blood supremacy, he wouldn't have been Voldemort's dog!"

Dudley continued his passionate speech, never one to hold back his outrageous remarks: "Voldemort, the bastard born from a rebellious witch raping a handsome Muggle with a love potion, can still climb onto the heads of you pure-blood families, bossing you around and defecating on you."

What right do you have to talk about pure-blood supremacy?! It's laughable!