Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Dudley did not respond, he still lay quietly on the bed, his face pale and tired. At this moment, the aunt felt an indescribable despair and helplessness, she did not know what to do, how to help this unconscious child.

She stared at Dudley's face, her heart filled with endless guilt and regret. As his mother, she couldn't protect him from harm, and couldn't protect him from the indifference and cruelty of the world.

"Dudley, I'm sorry," his aunt whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for letting you be hurt like this."

Her voice was full of sadness and self-blame, and tears flowed down uncontrollably. On this cold night, she felt a deep loneliness and helplessness, as if the whole world was abandoning her and her child.

However, in this despair and helplessness, my aunt also felt a kind of firmness and determination. She vowed to protect her child, and no matter what happened, she would stand firmly by his side and work hard for his happiness and safety.

Dudley Dursley was still lying on the bed, motionless, as if he was in a deep dream. His aunt sat beside the bed, stroking his hand gently, her heart full of worry and anxiety.

The room was filled with a heavy atmosphere, as if time had stopped at this moment. Snowflakes were falling outside the window, landing on the windowsill and turning into a silver-white ocean.

Auntie held Dudley's hand tightly, tears in her eyes. She didn't know what to do, she could only stay by the unconscious child's side silently, hoping to bring him a little warmth and comfort.

"Dudley, you must cheer up." His aunt called softly, her voice full of deep love and concern.

However, Dudley still did not respond. He still lay quietly on the bed, looking pale and exhausted. At this moment, the aunt felt an indescribable despair and helplessness. She didn't know what to do or how to help this unconscious child.

Suddenly, a soft light illuminated the room, attracting my aunt's attention. She looked up and saw a mysterious woman in a white robe appear at the door of the room.

"Who are you?" asked my aunt in surprise.

The mysterious woman smiled and walked to the bedside, her eyes gentle and comforting. "I am a traveler. I heard that your child needs help, so I came to see you."

The aunt's heart moved, she felt a mysterious and sacred aura emanating from this woman. Perhaps she was the one she and Dudley needed.

"Please help my child," the aunt said earnestly, "he has been unconscious for a long time, I don't know what to do."

The mysterious woman smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I will do my best to help him."

She walked to Dudley's bed, closed her eyes, and began to gently stroke his forehead. Her palms radiated a warm energy that seemed to dispel the fatigue and pain in his body.

Auntie held Dudley's hand tightly, watching all this with her eyes full of expectation and hope. She believed that this mysterious woman would be able to help Dudley wake up and bring him back to her side.

Time passed slowly, and the room was filled with a mysterious and quiet atmosphere. The aunt and the mysterious woman silently stayed by Dudley's bed, waiting for a miracle to happen.

Suddenly, Dudley's eyes moved slightly, and his brows knitted slightly, as if he was experiencing a dream. Both his aunt and the mysterious woman stared at him closely, their hearts full of expectation and anxiety.

After a while, Dudley slowly opened his eyes, with a trace of confusion and uneasiness in his eyes. He looked around, as if he didn't know where he was.

"Dudley, you're awake!" said my aunt ecstatically, her voice full of joy and relief.

In the cold city of Winterfell, a strange old man quietly came to the residence of Dudley Dursley and his aunt. His eyes were cold and cunning, as if hiding some unknown conspiracy.

He pushed the door open quietly and entered the room. The room was filled with a faint herbal fragrance, which seemed to be the herbs that his aunt used to make a medicinal bath for Dudley. There was a leisurely and peaceful atmosphere in the air, which formed a sharp contrast with the desolate snowfield outside.

His aunt was sitting beside Dudley's bed, taking care of him attentively, her eyes were gentle and concerned, as if she had put all her love on this unconscious child.

Suddenly, she felt a strange breath, and her heart tightened. She turned her head and found the strange old man standing at the door of the room, his eyes were cold and sinister.

"Who are you? Why did you break into our room?" my aunt asked warily, with a hint of fear and vigilance in her voice.

The old man smiled slightly, with a hint of indifference and cruelty in his eyes. "I came to see you."

The aunt's heart shuddered, she felt the evil and terrifying aura emanating from this strange man. She knew she had to protect Dudley and not let this stranger cause any harm to him.

"What do you want to do?" Auntie held Dudley's hand tightly, her eyes firm and resolute.

The old man's eyes were cold and sinister. He slowly walked towards my aunt, holding a dagger that was flashing with cold light in his hand. "I will kill you and take the child away."

Auntie was shocked, she knew she had to take action to protect herself and Dudley. She stood up without hesitation and stood between the strange man and Dudley.

"Don't even think about hurting us!" Auntie's voice was full of determination and firmness. "I will protect this child and won't let you hurt him."

The old man sneered, the dagger in his hand flashed coldly, and he stabbed my aunt mercilessly.

My aunt's heart tightened, and she quickly dodged to avoid being stabbed by the dagger. She fought with the old man with all her strength, her body was flexible and agile, and every move was full of power and speed.

The room suddenly became a mess, with my aunt and the old man fighting back and forth in a life-and-death struggle. The dagger flashed with cold light, cutting through the air in the room, bringing with it waves of death.

During the fight, my aunt kept dodging and fighting back, her agility and flexibility caught the old man off guard. She protected Dudley at all costs and rescued him from danger.

Finally, after a fierce struggle, my aunt seized the opportunity, snatched the dagger, and quickly subdued the old man. She stood there, her chest heaving violently, sweat dripping from her forehead, but her eyes were full of victory and determination.