At that point, everyone looked at Dudley, as if seeing a ghost. Most there had never seen Dudley being so proactive in anything. Usually, he was the silent type.
"That, I'm afraid, falls quite outside the Ministry's jurisdiction—it lies with the Board. The Ministry, as you should be aware, concerns itself solely with ideological discipline. Finances are not our concern. We are going to prune practices that ought to be prohibited." She finished what she wanted to, and smiled. But then, instead of leaving, she specifically looked at Dudley. "The Ministry is not influenced by money. It is the preservation of culture, of values, of proper order that matters. Peace, dear, must always come first."
We'll see about that, you toad-faced bitch.
Hatred for that woman just arose from deep within his heart. Heck, Dudley didn't even know her much and despised her already. She was the representation of the worst kind of political power. Tyrannical of sorts as Minister Fudge remained a spineless coward. She was evil, callous, corrupt, sadistic, arrogant, and extremely power-hungry.
But history was proof. Women like Dolores were pathetically weak-minded. With due pressure, her proud spine would break and she would cower, beg for another chance or forgiveness.
Just like that, the dinner came to an end. Not as exciting as most were hoping for. Dudley really felt bad for the new first years who got to see the worst of the Hogwarts era.
Or the most entertaining. We'll see it soon enough.
Smiling, he eyed the Slytherin table and focused on the dark-haired girl beside Draco.
Will be pretty entertaining for me, at least.
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"Morning, Big D."
"Hey, Dud."
"Morning, Dudley."
First thing in the morning, Dudley was tragically summoned to the Headmaster's office. He didn't know why, but he was to report there before breakfast. And as he walked through the corridor, every student except for the Slytherins, greeted him with a big smile.
Dudley wasn't as famous as Harry Potter and Voldemort, a name on every tongue. But he was still famous on a more profound level. In Hogwarts, he was pretty much the walking, talking, living vault of endless wealth. Outside, he was the wealthy genius that was competing with Goblins.
Still, he was more famous inside Hogwarts. A name of a certain reputation. Most wanted to be like him, befriend him, or work with him after finishing Hogwarts.
"Hey, girls." He waved at Padma and Parvati as the twins walked past him. It had been a while since he last spent time with them.
The fifth-year won't be that hectic within the school, I guess.
Eventually, he arrived at the Headmaster's office. Not being his first visit, he said the password and walked up the spiral staircase. After knocking on the door twice, he opened it and walked inside.
"Ah, good morning to you, Mr. Dursley," Dumbledore said kindly, standing by the hearth, throwing some old letters into it. "Take a seat."
Dudley did just that and sat down lavishly. He tried to touch the phoenix there but the red bird shrank its neck back.
The fuck? Am I too evil for you now? Capitalism ain't evil, buddy.
"The bank was a success," Dumbledore said as he took his seat back. "My colleagues who invested have nothing but praise for you."
"Appreciate the kind words, Professor," Dudley said. Unlike the contracts that the likes of Lucius and other Purebloods signed, the one with Dumbledore was genuine.
Dumbledore, alongside the group of wizards that Dumbledore represented, collectively owned five percent of his bank. It was nothing compared to the rest of the pie, and the contracts locked them out of the bank's administration and nodes of information. They were supposed to just sit back and watch the money roll in.
After all, Dudley still needed the support of good wizards. Especially the likes of Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel were necessary. Their names held a lot of weight. With their support, he could fuck up the finances of Purebloods and Dark Wizards.
"My word, you wouldn't imagine how many letters have arrived from MACUSA's President Aiyana and Ilvermorny's Headmaster, eager to exchange you for one of their own," Dumbledore revealed, looking amused. "At the urging of the American Muggle authorities, no less. I've only just finished burning their proposals. Hogwarts does not participate in such exchanges."
Sure, old man. I believe you. Who would wanna throw away the golden goose?
Dudley chuckled and shrugged. "It was expected. But I'm perfectly comfortable here."
"That is most heartening to hear. In addition, I have received word from the International Confederation of Wizards. They are prepared to hear your arguments concerning the Statute of Limitations' reach, as well as the engagement of wizards in Muggle enterprises. Convince them, and I believe your future efforts to enlist magical talent will be unimpeded."
That was unexpected. Dudley frowned a little and thought it over. "When is this meeting going to happen?"
"You will be joining me during the Christmas holiday for a visit to their headquarters. I recommend you make the necessary arrangements ahead of time." Dumbledore advised earnestly and put forward a folded piece of paper. "It contains the names of the delegates who will be present."
Damn, that's pretty helpful. Dudley pocketed the list. But why this kindness?
"Thank you, Professor."
"No need, Mr. Dursley. While Hogwarts has seen many remarkable students, it is also our solemn duty to nurture such brilliance. What you have accomplished is truly extraordinary. By weaving wizards into Muggle enterprise, you are forging a new economy—one where wizardkind is more closely knit with the wider world."
Well, I just wanted to make money.
"And…" Dumbledore said, his voice low as he opened the drawer once more. From within, he produced a yellow badge, bearing the letter 'P'. "Due to the sorrowful loss of young Mr. Diggory, this decision was postponed. But at last, it has been made—you are to serve as the Hufflepuff boys' Prefect."
"Really?" Dudley was surprised. He was pretty good at some subjects, but he was clearly not the brightest of the bunch.
Alright, you're overdoing it, old man. Dudley grew more skeptical. What do you want? Ah, wait! Trying to recruit me into your Order or something? Fuck that!
He did grab the badge, though, and neatly put it on his black wizard robe.
"Thank you, Professor."
Dumbledore smiled and placed a signed parchment on the desk next. "Professor Vector has asked that I grant you access to the Restricted Section—particularly the volumes on Arithmancy. There are few, admittedly, but those few are rather precious."
Holy hell! He's really trying to seduce me now.
"I… I'll be responsible with it, Professor. I'll only read them in the library," he properly responded.
"That is most reassuring, Mr. Dursley. Now then, return to the Great Hall. You still have some time for breakfast before your Potions class."
Dudley got up and left giddily, having gained so much. With the badge proudly on his chest, he strolled into the Great Hall and approached his two precious minx, eating while chattering and reading a newspaper.
He walked behind them, glanced at the newspaper article they were reading, and chuckled at its contents. But that wasn't important.
"Look who just became a Prefect."
Hannah and Susan turned their heads to look behind at the same time. Both their eyes grew wide. But while Susan's eyes showed despair, Hannah's revealed excitement. After all, she was the girl's prefect.
"Merlin!" Susan cursed. "Now you two will do it in that prefect bath, won't you?"
Dudley grinned and instead of sitting between them, sat beside Hannah instead. He immediately placed his hand on the blonde girl's lap and felt her creamy leg. "You bet, Susan. I'll be doing Hannah first thing in the morning, every single morning. Maybe even evening baths. You alright with that, Hannah?"
"Hehe… I'd love that." Hannah giddily replied, spreading her knees a little to let his hand take more liberty. "I even stocked up on potions. I want it all… inside me."
"Ugh… Fuck you two." Susan groaned and landed her face on the table.
Hannah caressed her friend's back. "Oh, we'll be doing that, Susan… a lot."
Dudley chuckled and stopped teasing her. "Fine, you can join us… occasionally."
But Susan remained dejected. "That's supposed to make me happy? Dudley, it feels like shit when your two best friends are so much more capable than you. Especially now… I feel so left out."
"Aw…" Hannah hugged her.
Dudley wanted to join but they were in the Great Hall. He just kept playing underneath the table. Just his hand, Hannah's legs, and what lay between them.
Sure, it was improper. But it was absolutely filthy and erotic.
And he loved it.
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