Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

After hearing his story, the aunt was filled with sympathy and pity. She knew that this man had been destroyed by the dark forces, but his heart was not completely corrupted. Perhaps, in his lost memories, the truth about Dudley's fall was hidden.

"Thank you for telling me." Auntie said gently, "I will help you find a way to get rid of it."

My aunt was so moved by the story of the lost wizard that she decided to stay and help him, hoping to learn more about Dudley's fall from him. So she sat in the hut and had a long conversation with the wizard.

"Have you seen a young boy, possibly my nephew," my aunt asked, "who has gone missing from the area."

The wizard shook his head bitterly, "I'm sorry, I can't remember. My memory is already in a mess, and it's hard for me to distinguish between reality and illusion."

My aunt's heart sank, she knew her hope might be dashed. But she did not give up, she continued to ask for other possible clues, trying to dig out some useful information from the wizard.

"Perhaps you have seen some unusual sights or heard some unusual sounds?" Aunt continued to ask.

The wizard was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head, with a trace of vigilance in his eyes. "One night, I heard a scream, as if someone fell from the sky. I'm not sure if it was real or an illusion."

My aunt's heart skipped a beat. She knew this clue might be very important. "Are you sure the sound came from the sky?" she asked.

The wizard frowned, trying to recall. "I remember I was in a crazy hallucination at the time, so I can't be sure."

As the aunt pondered, she realized that this might be the key clue they were looking for. "Thank you," she said gratefully to the wizard, "you gave me some useful clues."

The wizard nodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Perhaps with the help of his aunt, he could recover some of his lost memories and escape the shackles of darkness.

Her aunt left the cottage, her heart filled with determination. She knew she had to do whatever it took to find Dudley and solve the mystery of his disappearance. She took a deep breath and took a step into the unknown.

When she got home, Harry was waiting for her, and he saw the look on his aunt's face and knew immediately that she had made a new discovery.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

The aunt told Harry the story about the wizard and mentioned the clue of the scream. "I think we are one step closer to the truth."

Harry's eyes sparkled with anticipation, "So what do we do now?"

My aunt hesitated for a moment and said, "We should go back to that wasteland and search the surrounding area carefully. Maybe we can find more clues."

On that sunny afternoon, Joffrey and Sansa came to the nearby river. The clear water sparkled golden in the sun, the trees on the shore swayed gently, and the breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness. They walked along the river bank, enjoying this peaceful moment.

"Sansa, look there!" Joffrey suddenly shouted excitedly.

Sansa followed his gaze and saw a beautiful wild swan swimming gracefully in the water by the river. Its feathers were as white as snow, and its slender neck swayed lightly in the water, as if it was dancing a graceful dance.

"How beautiful!" Sansa exclaimed.

Joffrey smiled and took Sansa's hand, "Let's go play in the water too!" They ran to the river together, took off their shoes, and excitedly jumped into the cool water.

Meanwhile, Arya was playing with a friend by a stream not far away. They were playing hide-and-seek, and their laughter filled the entire forest. Arya hid behind a big tree, and her friend was looking for her. Suddenly, she heard a scream from the river.

"Come and see, someone is playing in the river!" her little friend shouted excitedly.

Arya quickly ran to the river and saw Joffrey and Sansa enjoying the water. They watched from afar, their eyes full of envy and longing.

"Let's go play too!" Arya suggested excitedly.

They ran to the river, their laughter and joy mixed with more joy. Sansa and Joffrey welcomed them to join them in the water, and their splashing water sparkled in the sun, like a beautiful picture.

When Arya and her friends were playing by the river with Joffrey and Sansa, suddenly a small dispute broke the peaceful atmosphere.

Arya's friend, a tall and strong boy, seems to be particularly interested in Sansa, and he begins to tease Sansa with some sarcastic words.

"You look like a weak girl, unworthy of playing with us," he said defiantly.

Sansa frowned. She didn't like the boy's attitude, but she tried to remain calm. "We're just here to play. Why are you doing this?"

However, the boy did not stop. He became more and more arrogant, "You girls should go home and do the laundry and cooking. This is not the place for you."

Seeing this, Joffrey walked over angrily and stood between Sansa and the boy. "You'd better shut up, or I will be rude."

The boy laughed sarcastically, "Oh, you're going to beat me up too? Who do you think you are, you..."

Before he could finish his words, Joffrey had lost his patience and punched the boy in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Fory!" Sansa exclaimed.

Arya was also surprised. She hurried forward and grabbed Joffrey, "Stop fighting. Let's go."

Joffrey stood there panting, knowing that he might have lost control. "I'm sorry, I lost my patience."

Sansa patted his shoulder soothingly, "It's okay, you're just protecting me."

On their way back home, Joffrey and Arya were still immersed in the scene just now. However, suddenly, a violent wolf howl broke through the air, and a huge dire wolf suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Be careful!" Arya warned loudly immediately.

However, the direwolf had already attacked them. Joffrey did not hesitate to stand in front of Arya, trying to protect her. However, the direwolf's attack came too fast, and he only had time to raise his arm to block it, but the direwolf's sharp teeth still bit his arm, and blood immediately gushed out.

"Ah!" Joffrey groaned in pain.

"Forry!" Arya cried in horror.

She quickly took off her coat and tore off a strip of cloth, hastily bandaging Joffrey's injured arm while Joffrey tried to remain calm, trying to stay awake despite the pain.