Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

"Who are you? Why did you break into our room?" My aunt's voice was stern and warning, as she realized that this stranger might be here to cause trouble.

The older man smiled grimly, his eyes grimly scanning the room.

"I came to see you," he said, with a hint of sarcasm and malice in his voice. "You are Dudley Dursley's aunt, right? I heard you were here, so I came."

An ominous premonition arose in my aunt's heart. She knew that this stranger might not be a good person and she had to deal with him with caution.

"What do you want? Why are you looking for me?" my aunt asked, with a hint of anxiety and vigilance in her voice.

There was a glimmer of cunning and darkness in the old man's eyes.

"I want everything from you," he said, his voice a little hoarse and dark. "I want your wealth, your status, everything from you. Only in this way can I get everything I want."

A surge of anger and anxiety surged in the aunt's heart. She knew that this stranger might come to commit a crime. She had to try to stop him and protect herself and Dudley.

"What do you want from me?" my aunt asked, with a hint of coldness and warning in her voice. "Do you think you can get everything you want by killing me? You are too naive."

The old man smiled coldly, with a hint of fanaticism and madness flashing in his eyes.

"I don't care what you think," he said, with a hint of coldness and cruelty in his voice. "I only care about myself, and everything I want must be met. Now, just hand over everything you have, or don't blame me for being rude."

A surge of anger and resistance surged in my aunt's heart. She decided to protect herself and Dudley and never let this stranger succeed.

"Do you want to fight me?" said my aunt, with a hint of firmness and determination in her voice. "Well, let's have a fight."

A glimmer of cunning and fanaticism flashed in the old man's eyes, and he walked towards my aunt with a fierce look. My aunt was not afraid, she stepped forward and started fighting with the stranger.

Their figures were intertwined in the room, and every move was full of strength and ferocity. Although my aunt was not young, she still had amazing fighting power and courage. She kept punching and kicking, fighting a desperate battle with the stranger.

However, the stranger was no pushover either. He fought back fiercely, hitting her with every punch, showing no mercy. The room was filled with the atmosphere of a fight, and the two men fought back and forth, with no clear winner.

Suddenly, the stranger punched my aunt in the chest. She felt a sharp pain, her body swayed, and she could hardly support herself, and finally fell to the ground.

The room fell into silence, my aunt lay on the ground, groaning in pain. The stranger stood aside, his eyes cold and cruel, he smiled triumphantly, as if he had won a victory.

Just as the old man was about to deliver a fatal blow to my aunt, a low growl suddenly came from a corner of the room. Suddenly, a huge black wolf jumped off the bed and pounced on the old man.

The black wolf was tall and mighty, with a mane like iron and fierce eyes. Its appearance made the old man pause for a moment, revealing a look of horror.

My aunt seized this rare opportunity, struggled to break free from the old man's control, climbed up, and looked in the direction of the black wolf. She didn't know where the black wolf came from, but at this moment, its appearance gave her new life and hope.

"Well done," my aunt murmured, with a hint of gratitude and admiration in her voice. "Thank you, my friend."

The black wolf nodded to my aunt, with a hint of tenderness and understanding in his eyes. He knew that my aunt needed help, so he stood up without hesitation and fought.

Seeing this, the old man felt a surge of fear and anger in his heart. He roared, waved the weapon in his hand, and attacked the black wolf fiercely.

A fierce battle broke out in the room. Aunt and Black Wolf joined forces to fight against the old man. They formed a solid line of defense, resolutely protecting Dudley Dursley's safety.

The old man's attack was extremely fierce, and his moves were fatal, making it difficult for Auntie and Black Wolf to resist. But Auntie and Black Wolf did not show weakness, they fought hard, tried their best, and never gave in.

The battle reached a fierce stage, the furniture in the room was overturned, the walls were broken, and the blood stained the floor. Aunt and Black Wolf were covered in wounds, but they still persisted, determined to protect Dudley's safety.

Suddenly, a scream broke the silence of the room. The old man was bitten by the black wolf, blood gushed out, he howled in pain, trying to break free from the black wolf's control.

Seeing this, my aunt quickly seized the opportunity, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and smashed it towards the old man's head. The wooden stick hit the old man's head hard, and he fainted immediately and fell to the ground, no longer moving.

The room fell into deathly silence. My aunt and Black Wolf were panting, their bodies covered with wounds, but their eyes were filled with the joy of victory and firm belief.

"Thank you, my friend," my aunt said softly, with a hint of gratitude and admiration in her voice. "Without your help, I am afraid I would have lost everything."

The black wolf nodded to my aunt, with a hint of tenderness and relief in his eyes. He knew that my aunt needed help, so he stood up without hesitation and fought.

My aunt pulled a blanket over and carefully bandaged the wound on the black wolf, expressing her gratitude. This black wolf is not just an ordinary animal, it is a true friend and a trustworthy partner.

With the help of Heilang, the aunt managed to subdue the old man and tied him to a chair, making sure he couldn't move again. Then she hurriedly cleaned the room, cleared away the traces of the battle, and restored everything to its original state.

Although both Auntie and Black Wolf were injured, their hearts were filled with the joy of victory and firm belief. They successfully protected Dudley Dursley's safety and kept him away from danger and threats.

As the old man was killed unexpectedly by the dog, the atmosphere in the room became extremely heavy. Both Auntie and Black Wolf felt an indescribable pressure, knowing that this incident might cause even greater trouble.

My aunt slowly squatted down and carefully observed the old man's condition. His face was distorted, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes had lost their vitality, leaving only empty pupils.

The black wolf also looked around vigilantly, sniffing the air. It knew that it had to remain vigilant at this time to prevent any unexpected situations.