Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Dursley smiled and saluted. "Chief Khal Drogo, thank you for your hospitality."

Daenerys also whispered: "Thank you, Chieftain Khal Drogo."

Their hearts were filled with expectation and hope. They hoped to gain the support of the Dorask people so that the kingdom's revival plan could proceed smoothly.

Finally, they came to the gathering place of the Dorask tribe and met the tribe leader, Khal Drogo. Khal Drogo was tall and strong, with a resolute face. His eyes revealed a kind of majesty and authority that made people feel awe.

"Dear Patriarch, I am Prince Dursley of the Kingdom of Ruins. I hope to discuss an important matter with you," Dursley's voice was firm and pleasant, and his words revealed a sincerity and frankness.

Khal Drogo raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard Dursley's words, and glanced at Dursley and Daenerys, as if thinking about something. He knew that the Kingdom of Ruins was once an ally of the Doraske people, and now the decline of the kingdom has also affected them, so he was quite concerned about Dursley's proposal.

"Your Highness, what do you want to talk to me about?" Khal Drogo's voice was steady and powerful, and his words revealed a determination and firmness.

"My Lord, I hope to have your support. Let us work together to rebuild the ruined kingdom and restore it to its former glory. I am willing to marry my sister Daenerys to your son as a marriage between us," Dursley's voice was firm and sincere, and his words revealed a kind of sincerity and sincerity.

Khal Drogo frowned slightly when he heard Dursley's proposal, and his eyes turned to Daenerys, as if he was examining her. He knew that Daenerys was a smart woman, and her marriage would have an important impact on the relationship between the Doraske people and the Kingdom of Ruins, so he was quite cautious about Dursley's proposal.

"Your Highness, I need to think about this matter, and I will give you an answer as soon as possible," said Khal Drogo, his voice revealing a sense of thought and contemplation.

On the grassland, Khal Drogo is a household name. He is a hero of the Dorask tribe and a brave and invincible warrior who leads the entire tribe with his invincible achievements and wisdom. His strength and prestige make him an idol in the hearts of the tribe and a fear of other tribes.

Dursley knew that marrying Khal Drogo was crucial to the future development of the ruined kingdom, so he came to the gathering place of the Dorask people at all costs, hoping to negotiate the matter with the patriarch.

Khal Drogo's tent is located in the center of the grassland. It is a huge and spectacular building. Various brightly colored flags are flying on the tent, showing the majesty and status of the patriarch. Dursley and Daenerys walked into the tent and came to Khal Drogo.

"Chief Khal Drogo, we are Prince Dursley and Princess Daenerys of the Ruined Kingdom. We have come to discuss an important matter with you," Dursley's voice was solemn and powerful, his eyes fixed firmly on Khal Drogo.

Minerva fell faster and faster, she felt her body spinning rapidly in the air, only the sound of wind whistling past her ears. She tried to open her eyes, trying to find a glimmer of hope to support her.

Just when she thought she was about to fall into the abyss, a strong hand suddenly appeared beside her. She felt herself being held tightly, and her body stopped falling.

Looking up, she saw a familiar face, it was Harry Potter.

"Harry!" Minerva called out, her eyes full of surprise and relief.

Harry Potter hugged her tightly and pulled her steadily to his side, his eyes full of concern and worry.

"Are you all right, Minerva?" Harry Potter asked anxiously.

Minerva shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I... I'm fine, it's just... Dumbledore... he..."

"I know." There was a hint of heaviness in Harry Potter's voice, "We'll take care of it."

The sun gradually set in the west, and the afterglow shone obliquely on the mountains, casting a golden glow. Minerva stood on the top of the cliff, the breeze blowing her long hair, her eyes looking into the distance, a blue ocean in full view. The sea breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, but it also seemed to foreshadow the coming ominousness.

"Minerva!" Dumbledore's voice came from behind him, with a hint of anxiety and uneasiness.

Minerva turned around and saw Dumbledore and Cersei. She smiled and said, "Dumbledore, Cersei, you are here."

Cersei's brow furrowed slightly, knowing that this was not a lighthearted moment. "Minerva, we have something to tell you."

Minerva nodded gently, indicating that they should continue.

Dumbledore glanced at Cersei, then turned his gaze to Minerva. His voice was heavy: "Minerva, we have to leave here."

Minerva was stunned, then smiled, "Leave? Why? It's so beautiful here, I don't want to leave."

Dumbledore's heart tightened. He knew that this decision might be difficult for Minerva to accept. "Minerva, this is for your safety," he said, trying to make his voice sound calm. "We need to get you out of here."

Minerva was stunned for a moment, then she understood. "Is it those white ghosts? Are you worried about my safety?"

Dumbledore nodded without saying anything. He knew that Minerva was a smart girl and should be able to understand their painstaking efforts.

"Well, I believe you," Minerva turned around and looked into the distance, "but before I leave, I want to stay a little longer and enjoy this beautiful scenery."

Dumbledore and Cersei looked at each other, and a sense of gratitude welled up in their hearts. They knew Minerva's intentions and understood that she wanted to leave some good memories before leaving.

In the reflection of the setting sun, the three of them stood quietly on the top of the mountain, gazing at the ocean in the distance, their hearts filled with anticipation and anxiety about the future.

Not far away, the waves hit the rocks, making crisp sounds, as if telling the wonders of nature. In this quiet mountain, they seemed to be able to forget all their worries and immerse themselves in the beauty of nature.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed into their sight. A figure in a black robe flew quickly from a distance, at a speed that was unbelievable.

"Dumbledore, Cersei, be careful!" Minerva's voice was filled with a hint of fear.

Dumbledore and Cersei immediately became alert, knowing that this person's appearance meant something ominous.

The man in black robe flew in front of them. His face was shrouded in darkness and could not be seen clearly, but his deep eyes