Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

They knew that although the journey was difficult, it was worth it because they had realized their dream and came to this sacred place.

Harry Potter left Winterfell with Robert, his heart full of mixed emotions. He knew that leaving this place that was once his home meant that he would embark on a new journey and face unknown challenges and adventures.

When he was leaving, he came to the gate of Winterfell. Looking at the castle where he had lived for many years, he felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

"Harry, are you ready?" Robert's voice broke his thoughts.

Harry turned his head and nodded slightly, "Yes, I'm ready."

Robert looked at him, his eyes full of understanding and support, "No matter what you face, stay strong, Harry. You are a brave young man, and I am sure you will succeed."

Harry looked at him gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Robert. I will try my best."

They hugged each other goodbye, and then Harry followed Robert out of Winterfell and embarked on a new journey.

They passed through dense forests and trekked along rugged mountain roads, with all kinds of adventures and surprises along the way. Harry sometimes faced ferocious beasts and sometimes encountered steep cliffs, but he always persisted and kept moving forward.

During the journey, they talked with each other and shared each other's stories and experiences. Harry told Robert about his growing up experience in Winterfell, and Robert shared his adventures around the world, which benefited Harry a lot.

"You know what, Harry?" Robert said, "Life is like an adventure, full of unknowns and challenges. But as long as we face it bravely and believe in ourselves, we will be able to overcome everything."

Harry nodded silently, his heart full of confidence and expectation for the future. He knew that the upcoming journey would be full of hardships and challenges, but he was ready, and he was willing to give everything in pursuit of truth and power.

Finally, when they arrived in a strange town, Harry felt a familiar nervousness and excitement. This was a brand new beginning, a future full of unknowns, but he was ready to meet all challenges.

"A new adventure is about to begin." Harry said to himself.

Robert smiled, "Yes, Harry. A new adventure is about to begin."

Auntie walked into her son Dudley's room, her heart filled with unspeakable pain and worry. The room was quiet, with only a faint light that made it seem particularly lonely in the darkness.

She walked over to Dudley's bed and watched him lying there quietly with an innocent expression on his face. His body was gently moving up and down as if he was having a sweet dream.

Aunt stared at him, her eyes full of conflicting emotions. She loved him, but she also felt an inconsolable sense of guilt and self-blame. She knew that Dudley's experience was inseparable from her decision, but she could not change the past.

"Dudley, I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice full of regret and sadness.

She stretched out her trembling hands and gently stroked his hair, feeling his warmth and softness. Her heart felt like it was pierced by an invisible blade, and every touch made her feel like it was being cut by a knife.

"I shouldn't have let you get hurt like this." She murmured softly, tears welling up in her eyes but unable to flow out.

Suddenly, Dudley's eyes moved slightly, as if he sensed his aunt's presence. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a trace of confusion and fatigue.

"Aunt?" He called softly, his voice a little hoarse.

My aunt's heart tightened and she leaned closer to him. "It's me, dear. I'm here."

Dudley tried to open his eyes and see her face clearly. There was a trace of confusion on his face, as if he had not yet fully woken up.

"What's wrong with me?" he asked with difficulty, his voice full of confusion and anxiety.

Auntie held his hand tightly, trying to give him some comfort, "You...you are a little hurt, but don't worry, you will be fine soon."

Dudley didn’t seem to believe her. His eyes were confused and helpless. “I… I remember someone… someone pushed me… and then… and then I…”

His voice gradually became lower, as if suppressed by some invisible force. A trace of fear and pain appeared on his face, as if he was recalling the terrifying scene.

Auntie was heartbroken, she knew Dudley had experienced a terrible accident, but she could not give him a reasonable explanation. She could only hug him tightly, trying to give him a little comfort and warmth.

"Don't be afraid, Dudley. You are safe now, and I will always be with you." She comforted him gently, her voice full of tenderness and care.

Dudley closed his eyes and leaned against his aunt's arms, feeling her warmth and breath. His heart gradually calmed down, and he seemed to find a trace of peace in his aunt's arms.

Dudley Dursley was still lying on the bed, quietly immersed in a coma. His body was trembling slightly, his breathing was even and rhythmic, but his consciousness was far away from the real world.

Aunt sat by the bed, stroking his hand again and again, praying that he would wake up soon. Her eyes were full of worry and anxiety, she didn't know when Dudley would wake up, nor did she know if he would be able to fully recover.

"Dudley, you must cheer up." His aunt whispered, "I will always stay with you and never leave you."

Her voice was gentle and firm, as if a force was injected into Dudley's body. But Dudley still did not react at all, his consciousness seemed to be immersed in an unreachable world.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in the room, "He'll be fine."

My aunt looked up and saw Harry Potter standing at the door, with a glimmer of determination and hope in her eyes.

"Harry, there you are." His aunt stood up and walked towards him. "Do you think he will be all right?"

Harry walked into the room and his eyes fell on Dudley. He shook his head slightly, "I'm not sure, but I'm sure he'll get through this."

He walked to the bedside and gently held Dudley's hand, conveying his strength and belief. He knew that Dudley had been a selfish and cruel person, but he believed that everyone had the possibility of change.

"Dudley, do you hear me?" Harry whispered, "You must be strong and don't give up."

His voice was gentle and firm, as if to awaken Dudley's sleeping consciousness. But Dudley still did not respond at all, his body still lay quietly on the bed, like a sleeping sculpture.