Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Rather than saying that the time was long, it was more accurate to say that in the cramped room, no one brought a watch, so naturally no one knew how much time had passed.

Miss Granger finally cried out with delight, and she quickly pulled out the smallest bottle.

"It can help us pass through the black flames and get the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry looked at it and couldn't help frowning.

"There's only enough in there for one person, not even enough for one sip."

Everyone looked at each other.

Who is going?

Who should go back and report the news?

Moreover, two more people will stay here.

"I think I should come."

Harry grabbed the vial from Hermione's hand - with one hand, but quicker than his.

"What's in there is more than you can handle, Harry."

"Let me go."

Dudley walked up slowly and pulled out the cork.

"No, cousin, it's me who should face him."

"I can't stay under your protection forever - you know, Voldemort killed my father and mother."

"If it's Snape behind that door - or anyone else, even Voldemort, I'm going to get the Philosopher's Stone back."

Dudley looked seriously at the boy in front of him, his cheap cousin who came with him when he traveled through time.

There was a determination gleam in his eyes, just like the savior who could turn the tide and save the entire wizarding world without the current Dudley getting involved in the events of Hogwarts.

"Okay, drink this."

"Miss Granger, before you leave through the purple flames, please find the two bottles of nettle wine and give them to Mr. Weasley. That's right, Ron, you stay here and don't move. Harry and I will be back after we get the Philosopher's Stone."

Ron and Hermione were stunned.

Isn't there only one dose of the potion that can penetrate the black flames?

Seeing the two people's puzzled looks, Dudley shrugged.

"I forgot to tell you."

"I seem to have giant blood in me—like Hagrid."

"And this black magic flame..."

Dudley slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on the raging black flames.

It was a strange touch, a corrosive sting, a slight warmth, but not at all uncomfortable. And Dudley's skin, apart from a slight redness, had no other reaction.

"This is undoubtedly a magical flame."

Ron and Hermione, as well as Harry who was about to take the potion, were all stunned.

No wonder Dudley has such courage!

The foolish Weasley took out a half handkerchief from his arms and threw it into the black flames without believing it.

With a "swish" sound, the unpleasant smell of burnt fabric filled the entire room.

"Merlin's beard!"

Ron started, and was glad he didn't follow Dudley's lead and put his hand in as well.

"Okay, I'll go back and report it."

"Harry, and...Dudley, you must come back safely."

Hermione's lips trembled, and it was obvious that she already knew the danger they were about to face.

As for Dudley, she had another thought, because among these people, she was the only one who knew that Dudley had voluntarily made an unbreakable vow, and his sacrifice was far greater than it seemed.

Miss Granger suddenly rushed towards Dudley and threw her arms around him.

Of course, this also includes Harry, who was staring blankly at the medicine bottle.

"Be careful!"

Quickly covering her face, Hermione quickly drank the potion, shuddered, and walked straight through the purple flames.

"It's time, Harry, drink it."

Dudley stuffed two bottles of nettle wine into the confused Ron's arms and patted Harry's shoulder.

"I am coming."

Harry nodded and gulped down the liquid in the vial.

It was like an iced drink, but the cool air was more penetrating. Harry walked forward quickly. The black flames had no effect on his body. Even his clothes did not have any sparks. Harry just walked through the black flames and entered the next room.

"Wait, Dudley."

Ron suddenly spoke, and Dudley, who was about to rush into the fire, stopped. He turned his head and met Ron's embarrassed expression.

"Although I can't go with you, but... I just want you to know that I'm not a coward."

Looking at Ron's strange expression, Dudley secretly laughed in his heart. As expected of a brave Gryffindor, at this moment, he was thinking about whether others would misunderstand his courage, rather than the possible dangers of staying here.

"Of course, Ron, Harry and I will all be back safely."

"Oh, by the way, if I remember correctly, nettle wine is a strong liquor. It is difficult to buy it at our age."

"So...Ahaha!"

Dudley shook Ron's hand, then rushed into the black flames.

Ron stared blankly at the two wine bottles in his hands. The yellow-green wine inside was shaking constantly, and a sweet smell with a medicinal aroma emanated from the bottle mouth that was never completely sealed.

"cool!"

Dudley did not hear Ron's sigh. He just walked into the room calmly and looked at the extremely horrified face in front of him.

"I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter... Dursley?"

Quirrell's confident voice turned into one of extreme shock and fear when he saw Dudley's big face, as if he was blocked in a corner by seventeen or eighteen big men.

"Surprised? Professor Quirrell?"

Dudley laughed strangely, and with his "kind" face, it was hard to tell which side was the good guy and which side was the villain.

"I…I thought it was Snape! How could it be you?"

Harry was still immersed in the shock of the person in front of him. He had long been certain that the person who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone was Severus Snape, the Potions teacher who always made things difficult for him. But now, the real murderer was actually Quirrell, who had always been ignored?

After all, he is a minion of the Dark Lord. Quirrell cleared his throat and deliberately ignored Dudley.

"Yeah, Snape doesn't look like a good guy, flying around like a giant bat, doesn't he?"

"With him here, who would doubt p-p-poor, stammering Professor Qui-Quirrell?"

After taking off his usual mask, Professor Quirrell looked so confident and arrogant that Harry couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

And his articulation is fluent and clear.

"But Snape wanted to kill me! If my cousin hadn't changed the broom..."

"No, no, no, the one who wanted to kill you was this garlic-scented guy all along."

Dudley took a step forward and stood in front of Harry.

"That's right. I never thought that a Muggle family could give birth to such a smart guy."

"If it wasn't for that bastard from the Dursley family knocking me over, and Snape was chanting a breaking spell beside me, you would have fallen to death."

Quirrell sneered and glanced at Dudley.

Harry was shocked again.