Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Suddenly, Hagrid stopped and stared at a rune on the ground. "That's it!" he said excitedly.

Harry walked over and looked at the ancient runes on the ground. He didn't understand the meaning of these runes, but he could feel that they contained a mysterious power.

"Hagrid, what are you going to do?" asked Harry.

Hagrid took out his wand and began to recite an ancient spell. The air around him became heavy, as if waiting for a major change.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from under the Great Wall, and a huge crack appeared on the ground, releasing a powerful energy.

Energy fluctuated. The Great Wall began to tremble, as if releasing long-hidden power.

Hagrid looked at everything in front of him, his face full of excitement. "This is the lost magic!"

Harry was filled with shock and curiosity. He looked at Hagrid and witnessed how this giant of the wizarding world faced the mysterious power.

Suddenly, the cracks in the Wall widened, and a powerful energy surged out of it. Harry was caught in it, and his body felt an unprecedented power.

"HAGRIDDLE!" exclaimed Harry.

Hagrid waved his wand, trying to steady Harry. The energy of the Wall began to be released rapidly, as if to sweep everything away.

Finally, a dazzling light enveloped the entire Wall, enveloping Hagrid and Harry. Harry felt a strong connection, as if he had merged with the whole world.

After the light faded, they found themselves in another place, a vast and mysterious plateau surrounded by steep mountains.

"Harry, are you all right?" Hagrid asked concernedly.

Harry shook his head, feeling the energy fluctuations still remaining in his body. "I... I seem to be fine."

Hagrid looked around, a satisfied smile on his face. "We did it, Harry. The lost magic has awakened."

Harry was filled with curiosity. "Where is this place?"

Hagrid pointed to the mountains in the distance. "This is the real location of the Wall, the holy place I have always longed for."

Harry gazed at the surrounding scenery, feeling a sense of solemnity and majesty. "The Wall...it is so mysterious."

Hagrid led Harry to cross the plateau. The environment here was extremely harsh, with howling winds and plummeting temperatures. But Harry felt Hagrid's determination and perseverance, which filled him with confidence.

They continued to climb the steep mountains and cross the snow-covered mountain tops. Harry found that Hagrid was full of awe and desire to explore the Wall.

"Hagrid, why are you so fascinated by the Wall?" Harry asked curiously.

Hagrid stopped and looked at the vast mountains in the distance. "The Wall is not only a great project, but also a symbol. It witnessed the struggle and sacrifice of countless warriors."

Harry sensed the depth of Hagrid's words. "What do you want to find, Hagrid?"

Hagrid pondered for a moment. "The Wall hides ancient magic and legends. I hope to uncover their veil and find the truth."

They continued to move forward, walking in the cold wind. The Great Wall of Despair in the distance gradually became clear, revealing its solemn and ancient figure.

Finally, they arrived at the foot of the Wall. This huge wall stood on the top of a high mountain, overlooking the vast mountains and wilderness. Harry looked at the bricks and runes on the wall and felt an ancient atmosphere.

"Hagrid, what do we do next?" asked Harry.

Hagrid looked around, searching for a way to break through. "We need to go deep into the Wall and look for the lost secrets."

They began to climb the Great Wall and embarked on this challenging journey. There may be unknown dangers and secrets hidden between every brick and stone.

Suddenly, a deep cry came from the depths of the Wall. Hagrid frowned and stared ahead.

"Someone's coming," Hagrid warned.

Harry followed Hagrid and looked around. They came to a secluded corner and watched what was going on ahead.

Several figures came from the depths of the Wall. Harry's heart moved, and he recognized one of them.

"That's Robert!" exclaimed Harry.

Hagrid stared at Robert, a hint of alarm in his eyes. "What is he doing here?"

Robert approached them with a smile on his face. "Harry, Hagrid, you've come just in time."

Harry was filled with confusion. "Robert, why are you here? Have you left Winterfell?"

As usual, Aunt Petunia was busy cleaning up at home. Today was a strange day. She felt empty inside and a little uneasy. Her son Dudley Dursley was taking a nap in his room. He was sleeping soundly with a peaceful smile on his face. Aunt Petunia was secretly glad that this was a rare moment of peace.

These days, Aunt Petunia's life is full of heavy responsibilities. As a member of the Dursley family, she needs to take care of all the needs of her son Dudley. This fat little boy, the pride of the Dursley family, has been well cared for since he was a child, both in daily life and in many affairs of the wizarding world.

However, in recent days, Aunt Petunia has felt empty and lost. She gradually realized that this family was not her true home. Although she has given everything for Dudley, her life has become so monotonous and boring.

Son Dudley's room is a tidy and warm little space. The sunlight outside the window shines through the curtains, casting mottled light and shadows. Aunt Petunia sits by the bed, looking at Dudley's peaceful face.

She thought of her past dreams, dreaming of being able to pursue her own path and live a life that truly belonged to her. However, reality always put her into endless responsibilities and constraints.

Suddenly, Aunt Petunia felt dizzy, as if the whole room was spinning. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to get rid of this strange feeling.

When she opened her eyes again, everything in the room seemed to have changed. The sunlight became brighter, and the furnishings in the room were no longer the same as before.

Aunt Petunia felt an unprecedented trance. She looked around and found herself in a strange environment.

The walls of the room were covered with strange paintings depicting fantastical scenes and mysterious creatures. On the bed lay a young boy with black curly hair and a slightly sleepy expression on his face.

"Dudley?" Aunt Petunia murmured doubtfully.

The boy was not her familiar son Dudley, but his face gave her a sense of familiarity.

"Who are you?" Aunt Petunia asked cautiously.

The young boy opened his eyes and smiled. "Hello, Auntie. I'm Harry, Harry Potter."