Harry Potter's Cousin Dudley at Hogwarts

In an instant, Dudley suddenly showed unexpected strength, he put his arms around Lucius' neck, and quickly reversed their up and down positions.

The silence of the Leaky Cauldron was broken, and Dudley and his room began to hear strange movements and sounds.

Those sounds are like a stirred river, stirring the surrounding air, making people curious.

"Smelly brat, where are you touching!" Lucius' voice came from the room.

"I think we can try to see if I'm not hairy!" Dudley's words were provocative and sly.

"Damn it, I want to be on top." Lucius growled from the room, his words were like a raging beast, full of challenge and unwillingness, trying to regain control.

"So you like this position!" Dudley's laughter came from the room, the laughter was full of jokes and ridicule.

The atmosphere in the room had reached a feverish level, and the creaking sound of the shaker was like the sound of fierce drums, spreading throughout the space.

The occasional falling feathers are like smoke and dust flying on the battlefield, showing the intensity of the battle.

In the corridor on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron, the chandelier seemed to feel the excitement in the inner room.

It flickers on and off, like a signal light on the sea, sometimes flickering slowly, as if telling a slow story.Sometimes it flickers frequently, as if conveying urgent orders on a tense battlefield.

Under this faint light, every corner of the corridor is illuminated, and the scattered light spots are like falling snowflakes, but they are as warm as the summer sun.

The morning sun shines through the windows and quietly falls into the room.

Under the soft light, Dudley slowly opened his eyes. He pulled out the arm that was pillowed by Lucius, feeling a little numb.

Then Dudley ran his fingers through his messy blond hair.

Lucius next to him was still fast asleep, his face looked so calm under the sun, as if nothing happened last night.

Looking at Lucius, Dudley couldn't help but think of the unforgettable event last night, and his heart beat faster.

"My God, what a mess." Dudley murmured to himself, his brows furrowed slightly, the sudden situation made him a little distressed.

Dudley, who felt a little embarrassed staying in the room, gently opened the quilt, picked up his clothes carefully, and prepared to get dressed and leave secretly.

However, his plan didn't go well.Lucius woke up at his movement, but his sleepy face had sharp eyes, staring straight at Dudley who was sneaking around.

"Smelly brat, what do you want?" Lucius' voice echoed in the morning air, making Dudley's movements froze.

"Hey, isn't it dawn?" Dudley tried his best to sound relaxed, avoiding Lucius' sharp gaze, and changed the subject, "I'm going downstairs to see what to eat."

Lucius' face was expressionless and his eyes were haughty. He didn't look embarrassed at all by what happened last night.

He lifted the quilt directly, got up in an unhurried rhythm, and began to put on his clothes.

"Ahem..." Seeing Lucius' calm look, Dudley's first reaction was not embarrassment, but inexplicable anger.

Dudley pressed on step by step. He walked up to Lucius, grabbed his wrist boldly, and asked nervously and directly, "Why are you not shy at all! Are you..."

"You bastard kid! You thought I was just a casual person!" Lucius instantly guessed Dudley's intentions, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face.Then he punched Dudley in the face, and it was obvious from the force that he was angry.

But Dudley, who was beaten, was not angry. Instead, he stepped forward happily, stretched out his arms, hugged Lucius, and whispered into his ear: "Then am I your first..." He deliberately prolongs the ending, provocative and seductive, making it impossible for people to ignore his existence.