Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Harry nodded, a surge of gratitude and respect in his heart. Robert's words made him feel very warm and comforted. He knew that he was not alone, because in this world, there would always be people who cared and supported him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Harry said, with a hint of gratitude and emotion in his voice. "I will work hard to face the challenges in the future and not let you down."

Robert smiled and nodded, with a glimmer of encouragement and trust in his eyes.

"Good boy," Robert said, with a hint of gentleness and tolerance in his voice. "I believe you will make the right choice and forge your own path. As long as you persevere and believe in yourself, you will be able to realize your dreams and wishes."

Harry was filled with confidence and courage. He knew he would face many difficulties and challenges, but he believed that he had enough courage and wisdom to overcome all difficulties and pursue his goals and ideals.

Auntie slowly walked into her son Dudley Dursley's room, her heart filled with unspeakable sadness and despair. Her eyes were filled with tears, and each crystal teardrop slid down and gently fell on the floor.

The room was filled with a heavy atmosphere, as if the whole space was filled with despair and sadness. Aunt looked at Dudley lying on the bed, his face was pale, his breathing was weak, and he looked thin and weak.

"Dudley," the aunt called her son's name softly, her voice full of sadness and heartache. She walked to the bedside and gently stroked Dudley's forehead, tenderly and delicately.

A bitter smile appeared on Dudley's face. He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at his aunt in front of him.

"Aunt, you're here," Dudley's voice was weak and hoarse, full of weakness and fatigue. His body felt extremely weak and he could hardly support himself.

The aunt looked at her son with heartache, tears in her eyes.

"Dudley, what's wrong with you? Why did it become like this?" Aunt's voice was choked with sobs and pain. She couldn't understand why her son would fall into such pain and despair.

Dudley closed his eyes and sighed deeply, his heart filled with endless pain and regret.

"I don't know, Auntie," Dudley said, with a hint of sadness and helplessness in his voice. "I just feel that I can't bear such pain and torture. I feel as if I am trapped in a dark abyss and can't get out."

After hearing what Dudley said, his aunt was filled with endless pain and despair. She wanted to help her son get out of this predicament, but she felt powerless and helpless. She didn't know what she could do to help her son cheer up and find the courage and hope to live again.

"Dudley," his aunt said, holding her son's hand gently, her voice full of tenderness and care. "I will always be with you. No matter what happens, I will never leave you. As long as you need me, I will be by your side to give you support and encouragement."

Dudley felt the love and care of his aunt, and an inexplicable feeling of being touched and warmed surged in his heart. He knew that he was not alone, because in this world, there were still people who were willing to give everything for him and fight for his happiness and safety.

"Thank you, Auntie," Dudley said, his voice full of gratitude and emotion. "I will try my best to cheer up and face the challenges and difficulties of life again."

My aunt smiled and nodded, with a glimmer of hope and encouragement in her eyes.

Dudley Dursley was lying on the bed, still in deep sleep. His aunt sat beside the bed, silently guarding him, her heart full of worry and anxiety. She didn't know what had happened to Dudley and why he fell into such a deep coma.

The room was silent, with only Dudley's faint breathing and his aunt's gentle whispers. The sunlight from outside poured into the room through the window, warm and bright, but it could not dispel the haze and worry in his aunt's heart.

Suddenly, a slight knock on the door broke the silence of the room. My aunt raised her head and looked at the door, a trace of doubt in her heart.

"Come in," she said softly, with a hint of fatigue and frustration in her voice.

The door slowly opened, revealing a figure, a tall and majestic man, his eyes revealing a deep and serious look.

"Professor McGonagall," said my aunt, with a hint of surprise and confusion in her voice. "What brings you here?"

Professor McGonagall walked into the room and her eyes fell on Dudley lying on the bed, her expression solemn and serious.

"I heard about Dudley," said Professor McGonagall, with a hint of worry in her voice. "I wanted to come and see him and see how he was doing."

Auntie nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude and comfort in her heart. She knew that Professor McGonagall was a kind and compassionate person, and she believed that he could give Dudley the best care and treatment.

“He hasn’t woken up yet,” my aunt said, with a hint of frustration and helplessness in her voice. “I don’t know what happened to him to make him fall into such a deep coma.”

Professor McGonagall was silent for a while, his brows furrowed and his expression serious.

"I need to examine him carefully," said Professor McGonagall, with a hint of determination in her voice. "Perhaps I can find some clues to solve his mystery."

Auntie nodded, with a surge of expectation and hope in her heart. She believed that Professor McGonagall had the ability to solve the mystery of Dudley and find a way to wake him up.

Professor McGonagall walked to Dudley's bedside and carefully examined his body. He gently touched Dudley's forehead with his fingers, feeling his weak body temperature and breathing.

"This is very strange," Professor McGonagall muttered to herself, frowning. "Dudley's condition is not like the common coma symptoms. His body has not been harmed by any external injuries or toxins, but he has not woken up. This is really puzzling."

After hearing what Professor McGonagall said, Auntie was filled with doubts and worries. She didn't know what had happened to Dudley and why he fell into such a deep coma. But she believed that Professor McGonagall could find the answer and help Dudley get out of trouble and come back to her.

"Professor McGonagall, do you think Dudley will wake up?" asked my aunt, with a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in her voice.

Professor McGonagall was silent for a while, his eyes revealing a hint of heaviness and worry.

After a moment of silence, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a strange and mysterious old man walked in. He was thin, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes revealed a cold and cunning look. An ominous premonition surged in my aunt's heart, and she stared at the stranger vigilantly.