Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Professor Quirrell also failed to react.

He, and the guy behind his head, could never have imagined that someone could use the advantage of weight and strength to forcibly twist the disturbed flying broom and fly towards them with incredible precision.

Moreover, the out-of-control Light Cycle 2000 seems to be flying faster than when it is running at full speed normally?

Quirrell immediately turned around, ready to cast a spell and leave.

However, Dudley was faster than him.

There was no time to react. There was only a loud bang, and Dudley kicked Professor Quirrell hard on the back of his head, which was wrapped behind his turban.

"Click!"

Everyone around, including Severus, heard a crisp sound of a broken bone.

"hiss……"

Even wizards couldn't avoid feeling the pain in their phantom limbs, and 80 percent of the onlookers subconsciously touched the back of their heads.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Dudley was lying on the ground in a "miserable" state, with the broken handle of the broom tightly grasped in his hand.

As for Professor Quirrell, he disappeared without a trace.

"Dudley Dursley!"

Professor McGonagall screamed and quickly came to the ruins of the stands to check Dudley's injuries. However, Mr. Dursley, who was thick-skinned, was only covered with dust and had no scratches at all.

"The broom is out of control! I think this is some guy's prank!"

Dudley dusted himself off and stood up righteously.

Professor Snape turned around and saw Hermione sneaking up behind him.

"Ms. Granger, please return to the Gryffindor stand."

Hermione looked up and saw that Dudley had stood up unharmed. She put away her wand, gave a shy smile, and quickly slipped away.

"Did you make it?"

Ron asked anxiously to Hermione who had just returned.

"No, he's too cunning."

Hermione held her chin in annoyance. The two thought that Snape had cursed Harry's broom, so they decided to give him the whole "fire", but with Dudley's participation, the matter was barely resolved.

"Success! Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch!"

Lee Jordan in the stands cheered loudly.

It’s a long story to describe what happened just now, but in fact it only took half a minute. The game had not been paused yet, and Harry, who had a normal broom, successfully caught the golden little thing.

Although it still came out of his mouth.

"One hundred and seventy points to sixty points, Gryffindor wins!"

The Gryffindor students cheered, the Slytherin students cursed, and for a moment the stands were as hot as a kiln.

In a room where no one knew, Professor Quirrell quickly untied his turban in front of the mirror, and a bruised face appeared on the back of his head.

"Owner!"

Professor Quirrell cried so hard that he even stopped stuttering when he spoke.

“Who… who did this…”

The bald face said this with his dying breath. If any professor was present, he would have exclaimed: Voldemort!

The Dark Lord, who was feared by the wizarding world and almost killed the last hope of the justice camp, and the only object of loyalty of the Death Eaters, appeared in the office at Hogwarts in such a miserable appearance.

If you look closely, you will find that the place where Voldemort's nose should have been is actually smashed in.

"It's... a Gryffindor student!"

"He seems... yes, his name is Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter's cousin!"

Quirrell racked his brains and finally thought of that

"What magic did he use? My nose!"

Voldemort's tone was filled with unspeakable pain and deep doubt.

"I'm sorry... Master, I don't know! I didn't even see it clearly!"

"He seems to...know about the broom problem!"

"He replaced Harry Potter's broom!"

Quirrell answered tremblingly. His experience in Albania had made fear and obedience deeply rooted in his heart. He dared not disobey the Dark Lord's orders at all.

Some people might be like this, born with a mean streak. Quirrell served the master on the back of his head wholeheartedly, fearing that he would be dissatisfied - although this was indeed the case.

"Qiluo...you're a piece of shit!"

"You put a giant monster in the dungeon, and what happened?"

"That three-headed dog stopped you?"

"I want Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone!"

Voldemort in his soul state was not as calm as he was in his full form. Instead, he cursed Quirrell angrily like a child having a tantrum. The poor Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher listened to his foul language in fear.

After a full quarter of an hour, Voldemort finally stopped cursing, and his ugly face regained a little color.

However, a nose that has been smashed in cannot grow back.

"Listen, before this year is over...I want the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind replacing him with a more loyal servant!"

Quirrell nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, and after getting Voldemort's permission, he slowly picked up the garlic-smelling turban and wrapped it up layer by layer.

"Dudley Dursley, it is you who... caused me to be punished by my master..."

"I will kill you... in the most painful way possible!"

However, the ineffective oath did not affect Dudley's happiness. At least, the praise from the Gryffindor students made him fully satisfied.

It also aroused the disgust of Slytherin students.

In Hagrid's hut, several people were drinking butterbeer happily, only Hagrid was sitting aside angrily.

He is angry with himself.

Just now, Mr. Rubeus Hagrid, who was as tight-lipped as a jar, accidentally let slip the matter of the three-headed dog Fluffy, Nicolas Flamel and Dumbledore.

"Hagrid is a good man, but he does have a big mouth."

Wiping the foam from his mouth, Dudley let out a long burp.

"So, it must be that guy Snape. We must tell Headmaster Dumbledore."

Ron, the chicken leg king, chewed the delicious chicken as if it were Snape's meat, tearing it apart with force.

"Things haven't come to that point yet. Perhaps we should secretly follow Snape."

Harry spoke incoherently while holding a piece of fruit pie.

Hermione didn't say anything. Her silence surprised both Ron and Harry.

"Miss Granger, what do you think?"

Hermione was stunned, then put down the cup that had been hanging in her hand for who knows how long.

"I think there's something fishy about Professor Quirrell."

Dudley was shocked. As expected of him being the only brain in the iron triangle, he was able to deduce the real murderer from a few clues in the changed timeline.

"Because Snape had interrupted the spell when Dudley rushed to the stands."

"But the broom continued to interfere until Dudley accidentally knocked Quirrell over, and then the broom stopped the riot."

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, she was immediately greeted with Ron's doubts.

"Professor Quirrell? With his stuttering face, can he have such ability? If it were you, I'd say it must be Snape."

Soon, the three of them started arguing, while Dudley comfortably picked up the wine glass and gulped down two gulps.

Fortunately, Ron and Harry were reckless enough, otherwise, if the plot had progressed to the point where the Mirror of Erised appeared, they really wouldn’t know how to resolve it.

Yaya grumbled a little and fell into a more sound sleep on the floor.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.