Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

In the end, Madam Hooch did not impose any punishment, but only deducted a few points from Slytherin. After all, the cause of the incident was Malfoy's bullying behavior. This result still convinced many people, especially the Gryffindor students.

And for Harry, the happiest thing was that Professor McGonagall, who appeared cold but was warm-hearted, made an exception and recommended him, a first-year student, to Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

There is no need to elaborate on the popularity of this ball sport in the wizarding world. Even a top student like Hermione, who only focuses on reading magic books, pays special attention to Quidditch.

Especially when this sport represents the face of each college and the ownership of the college cup at Hogwarts, no one would be unwilling to participate in it.

The one who was more surprised was Dudley, who was taken away by Professor McGonagall together with Harry. When Professor McGonagall recommended Harry as a seeker, he was staring at Peeves leaning out of the wall.

"Mr. Dursley…Dudley!"

Professor McGonagall yelled twice before Dudley let go of the poor Peeves. This magical creature, known for its mischief, felt fear for the first time, and believed that the muscular giant in front of him could definitely catch him with his hands.

"Wood, which position do you think Dudley is suitable for? Chaser or Beater?"

Minerva sighed quietly, and she had no other comments about Dudley in front of her.

He is obviously a smart little guy, why does he always pretend to be so simple-minded?

However, considering the oath she had witnessed that night, Professor McGonagall would never doubt her loyalty to Dudley.

Oliver Wood was stunned. He couldn't help but look up and look at Dudley's muscles in surprise.

"Of course the batsman, there is no one better than him."

The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain made a quick decision.

"Batter? What's that?"

Dudley asked knowingly.

This was the problem he suddenly realized after he returned to the dormitory and took a nap.

Perhaps in front of senior professors like Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, he could selectively conceal some problems, but for the vast majority of students he needed to deal with, exposing too much was not a good thing.

Especially for Professor Quirrell in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, who smells like garlic, what about the bald head hidden behind the turban?

Dudley was determined to fully play the role of "Harry's silly cousin", "a simple-minded mountain gorilla with strong limbs".

Wood introduced the sport in very concise language. In short, Harry is the core of the team because a Quidditch game will not end until the Golden Snitch is caught.

As a hitter, Dudley's task is to repel the bludgers and protect all the players on his team. After all, the bludgers flying all over the sky will cause great trouble to the players.

"Ah, protecting Harry? That really couldn't be easier."

Dudley nodded with a smile, and his honest face made Wood and Minerva hold their foreheads with their hands.

"Successfully join the Hogwarts Quidditch team. Reward: Broomstick Mastery."

The system, which had been silent for several days, finally sounded the cold electronic sound again.

"Your system is also on holiday?"

Dudley asked the system silently.

"I can't comment on this matter beyond my authority."

The system was as indifferent as ever, and Dudley could only shrug.

Next, Wood showed the two new students the three types of Quidditch balls: the Quaffle, the Bludger, and the Golden Snitch. Needless to say, Harry was very pleased with the newcomer recommended by Professor McGonagall.

As for Dudley...

Looking at the broken bat in front of him and the Bludger that was half deflated and "dying" on the grass, Wood was speechless for a long time.

Is this a power that a wizard can possess?

It should be said that Dudley's reaction was quite fast. When the Bludger broke free and soared into the sky, Dudley grabbed the bat, leaped up, and swung the Bludger, which had not yet reacted, onto the wall with one bat.

Wood and Harry were sure that at the moment Dudley swung the stick, they heard a sharp sound, which was the explosion made when an object broke the speed of sound.

Then, the Bludger, which had always been unruly on the Quidditch field, made a "hissing" sound, and the sphere, which had remained round after countless games, suddenly deflated as if it had a leak.

"Damn... Dursley, are you that strong?"

Wood couldn't even close his mouth, but Harry couldn't bear it anymore, so he reached out and lifted up his almost dislocated jaw, thus preventing the first Hogwarts student to dislocate his jaw on his own from being born.

"You know, I like fitness. Of course, I'm also good at boxing."

"But now it seems that maybe I have a talent for baseball?"

Throwing the tattered baseball bat on the ground, Dudley laughed, not caring at all about Harry's sad look and Wood's increasingly bright eyes.

"Professor McGonagall was right. She sent you two genius brothers to Gryffindor!"

"It seems that in the next Quidditch match, we can teach those damn snakemen in Slytherin a lesson!"

Wood was very satisfied. Although the seeker was the core of the team, other positions were equally important, especially the beater.

Restricted by certain unique beliefs and the natural incompatibility between the two houses, Slytherin players prefer to attack their opponents rather than help their teammates, including but not limited to physical contact, using Bludgers, etc.

However, now that Gryffindor has Dudley, a strong and sturdy boy, the days of Slytherin dominating Quidditch are over.

The two brothers were in a very good mood, but Harry's good mood came to an abrupt end after a while after arriving at the cafeteria.

Because Malfoy, with his two lackeys, was walking towards where he, Hermione and Ron were.

"Eating your last meal, Potter?"

"It seems like you're always ready to take the train back to the Muggle world."

The vicious-looking Malfoy soon appeared. Although they were all only about eleven or twelve years old, it was obvious that the twisted expression unique to the villain made him look quite mature like an adult villain.

Including his mouthful of British jokes.

Harry wanted to speak, but when he thought of the method Dudley taught him to use when dealing with bad boys who were looking for trouble, the pink and cute Harry Potter, the boy who survived, the destined savior, slowly stretched out his hand.

He gave Malfoy the middle finger.

"cool!"

Ron, with his mouth full of chicken legs, muttered praise and gave a greasy thumbs up.