Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

The library of Hogwarts is so vast that even someone who loves learning as much as Miss Granger had to give up on finding the mysterious "Nicolas Flamel" among so many books.

Quidditch training became more and more rigorous, and even Harry, an avid fan, felt a little tired. Because as long as they won the game against Hufflepuff, Gryffindor would defeat Slytherin and win the championship of this competition. This was also an important indicator for competing for the House Cup.

However, Wood's strictness was not considered hardship for Dudley, and with his level, he could definitely become the deputy commander on the field. At the very least, his quick response in the match with Slytherin had made some players who still did not trust newcomers show enough respect for him.

"Honestly, it would be nice to just hit Flint in the face with a stick."

Fred was a little dissatisfied. They were still unhappy that Flint was able to escape from the Quidditch field unscathed.

"Don't worry, I'll smash the Bludger in their faces next time."

Dudley hummed, holding a licorice wand in his mouth, and hit the Bludger that flew in front of him away with all his strength.

"If a Bludger scored a goal, maybe we wouldn't have to fight for the golden little fly."

George raised his eyes and looked at the Bludger that Dudley had hit into the goal with his stick, and sighed sincerely.

"That's all for today's training, disband!"

Wood panted and chased the Bludger back and stuffed it into the box with great effort.

Four people were having dinner when Neville, with his legs twisted into a knot, jumped in with a sad face, looking like a foreign zombie from the East.

Everyone laughed heartlessly, even Harry and Ron. Neville, who looked like this, had long been the laughing stock of the entire Hogwarts. After all, even the most cowardly students would always stand up against such pranks and bullying, but Neville's mild and kind nature made it impossible for him to do such a thing - and he had no way to do it.

"What are you laughing at? Damn it, if anyone laughs again, I will twist his legs like this."

There were still sporadic laughter in the auditorium.

"No magic needed!"

The hall suddenly became quiet, Hermione hurried forward and cast a spell to break Neville's legs, and Dudley quickly jumped up from the dining table and helped him up while he was still shaking.

"Malfoy… I ran into him outside the library and he said he'd been looking for someone to practice the spell on."

Neville's little face was scrunched up.

"You'll have to stand up to him, just like Dudley!"

Ron pumped his fist vigorously; in some respects, his views were surprisingly consistent with Dudley's.

"You don't have to say that I'm too timid and don't deserve to be in Gryffindor. Malfoy has already said that."

Neville answered with a choked voice.

Harry took out a chocolate frog and put it into Neville's hand. It was a gift from Hermione for Christmas.

"You are better than twelve Malfoys. The Sorting Hat's choice must have its reasons, right?"

Neville opened the chocolate frog and was about to leave when he saw Dudley beside him suddenly stand up.

"They're still outside the library, right?"

Neville nodded blankly, but he felt as if his body was flying. He wanted to speak, but the chocolate frog still blocked his mouth and struggled to wriggle for once in his life.

"Hermione, take a close look at that card."

"Also, if you want to break out of a life of bullying, you have to be brave yourself."

"Today, my brother D will take you on a spree!"

Dudley's voice faded away, and a wizard card stabbed into the thick wooden table like a dart.

As the strongest member of the iron triangle, Ron took a long time to pull out the card that was inserted several inches into the wood. Without exception, Dumbledore was still printed on it.

Harry suddenly remembered that he had heard about Dumbledore's contributions on the train to Hogwarts. Wasn't the last one "his achievements in alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel"?

Not to mention Eureka, Dudley grabbed Neville's collar and jumped all the way to the library almost without touching the ground. Needless to say, he attracted a lot of attention along the way.

"Dudley, there's no need to do this. I...I'm fine now."

Neville squinted his eyes, the strong wind in his face made it impossible for him to open them.

"What nonsense! Do you know what real bullies are like?"

"Born coward!"

"They dare not face real life, and can only abuse weaker people to satisfy their deformed minds."

Dudley patiently persuaded Neville Longbottom. He had a good impression of Neville Longbottom, a little guy who was actually extremely brave at heart. He had long regarded him as a good friend. The scarf he gave him for Christmas was still hanging around his neck.

Moreover, Dudley has always been disgusted with the tradition of bullying at Hogwarts.

Just like when James Potter bullied Severus Snape, although Snape also resisted, two fists could not beat four hands, and most of the time Snape ended up failing, which also deepened his twisted and arrogant personality.

Although this deformed culture is almost a part of campus life, even an inseparable part, Dudley is determined to change it all.

It's bad enough to be bullied in Muggle school, but is the wizarding world not immune to this?

However, Dudley didn't think so much at the moment. He was only focused on avenging his good brother.

Sure enough, as soon as I arrived at the library door, I heard the rampant laughter of the Malfoy trio.

"Did you see how stupid he looked? Hahaha! He's worthy of being called the Gryffindor crybaby!"

Malfoy laughed extremely arrogantly. For him, if he couldn't bully Harry Potter, then he couldn't bully Neville? His good habit of bullying the weak and fearing the strong was fully reflected in him.

"Bah!"

With a loud shout, Dudley kicked Goyle in the chest. Malfoy's lackey immediately turned red in the face and fell to the ground without a sound.

Malfoy's smile froze on his face.

"You were also included just now, right?"

Dudley frowned, and a ferocious look immediately appeared on his face, which had become a little fatter due to the recent good meals.

Crabbe quickly shook his head, but unfortunately, his reaction was a bit slower than Dudley's fist.

"boom!"

With a jab, Dudley had put on boxing gloves without knowing when. Perhaps there were still some good things in the Muggle world. At least under the force he deliberately restrained, the gloves were intact. The huge force made Crabbe groan like a frog without chocolate.

"Cuck!"

Crabbe slowly squatted down and rolled on the ground in pain.

Malfoy was stunned. He didn't even see Dudley's punch. He just felt a gust of wind blowing in front of his face, and a cut appeared on his face for no apparent reason.

Who summoned this god of plague?