Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

"I'm sure he'll wake up." Harry turned to his aunt and said, "We can only wait."

My aunt nodded, with a glimmer of hope and determination in her eyes, "Yes, we can only wait."

So, they quietly stayed by Dudley's bed, waiting for a miracle to happen. Time passed by, but Dudley still didn't move at all. Aunt and Harry felt more and more depressed. They didn't know how long they had to wait before they could see the moment when Dudley woke up.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the room, and an elderly man rushed into the room. He had an angry face, a sharp blade in his hand, and a crazy light flashing in his eyes.

Aunt and Harry stood up immediately and alertly, facing the sudden danger. They were nervous and anxious, they didn't know who this old man was, nor why he attacked Aunt.

"Who are you? Why did you hurt her?" Harry stood in front of his aunt, staring at the old man warily.

The old man sneered, his eyes as sharp as a blade, "You must be that damn aunt and that hateful Dursley boy! Today I will avenge my son!"

His voice was full of anger and hatred, like an enraged beast. He raised the sharp blade in his hand and rushed towards my aunt, his eyes full of murderous intent.

My aunt took a few steps back in fear, dodging the old man's attack. Her heart was filled with fear and despair, and she didn't know how to deal with this sudden crisis.

"Harry, help me!" cried my aunt in horror.

Harry's eyes flashed with determination, he knew he had to protect his aunt and not let her get hurt. He quickly rushed to his aunt's side, stood in front of her, and prepared to fight with the old man.

"Put down the knife!" Harry shouted, "We don't want to hurt you, but if you continue to attack, we will not show mercy!"

The old man turned a deaf ear and continued to rush towards my aunt and Harry. His eyes were full of madness and anger, as if he had been completely consumed by hatred.

Harry waved his fist without hesitation, trying to stop the old man's attack. His body was full of strength and vitality, and every punch was full of deterrence, but the old man seemed unaffected and continued to attack.

The room was filled with the sound of fierce fighting and the clash of swords, and the aunt was filled with anxiety and fear. She watched Harry fighting with the old man, her heart was broken, and she didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, a scream broke the silence in the room, and my aunt saw that Harry's arm was cut by the old man's sharp knife, and blood was flowing out.

"Harry!" cried my aunt in horror, her eyes already blurred with tears.

Harry gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and continued to fight the older man without flinching. He knew he couldn't lose, he had to protect his aunt, no matter what the cost.

In the fight between life and death, they showed unparalleled courage and determination. Although facing powerful enemies, they still persisted and never gave up.

In the fierce fight, they gradually gained the upper hand, and the old man was finally subdued and forced to surrender. Aunt and Harry hugged each other tightly, their hearts full of relief and comfort. Although they had experienced a thrilling crisis, they still survived and became stronger and more united.

The elderly man struggled, trying to break free from his aunt's grip. His face was filled with anger and pain as he struggled desperately to get rid of the woman who was holding him back.

Auntie held him tightly and struggled desperately. Her heart was filled with fear and despair, but she knew she had to protect herself and Harry and not let this crazy man hurt them.

"Let me go!" the old man roared, "I'm going to kill you! I want to avenge my son!"

His voice was full of anger and hatred, like an enraged beast. There was a crazy light flashing in his eyes, and he struggled desperately, trying to get rid of his aunt's control.

My aunt struggled breathlessly, her fingers were already bleeding, but she still insisted and refused to give up. She knew she had to be strong and not let this crazy man succeed.

Suddenly, the old man broke free from my aunt's control, grabbed her neck, and threw her to the ground. My aunt screamed in fear, her body hit the ground heavily, and a sharp pain surged into her heart.

Harry rushed forward and tried to pull the old man away. He struggled desperately with all his strength, but the old man was too strong and he couldn't resist at all.

"Let her go!" Harry shouted. "That's enough!"

The old man sneered and pressed my aunt to the ground, making her almost unable to breathe. His eyes flashed with madness and hatred. He seemed to have completely lost his mind, with only anger and revenge on his enemies.

The aunt struggled desperately, trying to break free from the old man's control. Her face was full of fear and despair. She knew she was in extreme danger, but she still refused to give up. She had to stick to it to protect herself and Harry.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared, and a familiar voice sounded, "Let her go!"

Hagrid stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with anger and determination. He grabbed the old man's hand, pulled him away, and helped his aunt up from the ground.

"You damned fellow!" Hagrid shouted angrily, "Do you think you can hurt innocent people at will?!"

The old man's eyes were wide open, filled with anger and hatred. "You damned guardians! You are all the culprits!"

Hagrid looked at him coldly, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule. "I'm not a guardian! I'm just an ordinary person, but I will never sit idly by and let you hurt innocent people!"

His voice was as deafening as thunder and full of intimidation. The old man couldn't help but feel a sense of fear, knowing that he had provoked a powerful opponent.

"You...you all must die!" the old man shouted at the top of his lungs, then struggled desperately to break free from Hagrid's control and turned to run away.

Hagrid snorted, but did not chase him. He knew the police would arrive soon, and the old man was no longer able to hurt them.

Auntie held Harry and looked at Hagrid gratefully. "Thank you, Hagrid, you saved our lives."

The old man raised the sharp blade in his hand and stabbed it fiercely towards my aunt's throat, his eyes full of madness and hatred.