Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Logically speaking, Voldemort's face should be full of the majesty of the Dark Lord - and in fact it is.

He has a pale face, red eyes, full of wrinkles and folds, high cheekbones and thin lips. At first glance, he looks like a cruel and ruthless person.

However, where the nose should have been, there were now only two thin, snake-like nostrils.

When Harry saw this face, he suddenly thought of the time after the Quidditch match when Dudley proudly said that he had kicked Quirrell hard on the back of the head.

"The Dark Lord is actually a monster without a nose?"

Harry laughed so hard that he couldn't stop, because, from the reflection in the mirror, he saw that Dudley had broken the chains that bound him at some point and was walking closer with a hideous grin on his face.

"Look what I have become!"

"Look what I have to do to stay alive!"

"Living on others, I have become a parasite!"

"Still a parasite without a nose!"

Professor Quirrell trembled as he listened to his master's words.

The two dark magicians, immersed in each other's emotions, did not notice at all that Dudley, who was standing beside them, had broken free from his restraints.

"Fortunately... the unicorn's blood... restored some of my vitality..."

"Why don't you take the…damn Quirrell out of your pocket! That Muggle-spawn has broken free from you!"

Voldemort wanted to say something, but when he saw Dudley approaching step by step, his two snake-like long nostrils suddenly began to move strangely. If the face on the back of its head could have a small hand, he would have covered his nose by now.

"How dare you..."

Quirrell finally woke up. He roared angrily and prepared to use the most vicious black magic to torture this blind Muggle wizard.

However, Dudley's speed was faster than his reaction.

A palm as big as a palm fan hit Voldemort's face hard, and the Dark Lord let out an unpleasant cry of pain.

"How dare you treat the Dark Lord like this!"

"Pa!" Another slap, which made Voldemort bleed from his nose.

"You lowly Mudblood! Offspring of Muggles!"

"Muggles!"

Dudley slapped him again, this time paying special attention to Professor Quirrell, leaving a purple-red slap mark on his face.

The pain made the two black magicians forget to cast spells for a moment.

"You...what are you doing! You dare to hit the Dark Lord of my magical world..."

"The Dark Lord!"

This time it wasn't a slap, but a solid fist from Dudley - the kind without gloves.

Wizards who often beat others know that it is very easy to kill someone with bare hands. The gloves used in boxing matches are actually a measure to protect both players.

And a wizard who had never worked out got punched in the face by a future teenage boxing champion?

It is indeed rare to see a person with an oil and sauce shop in front and a colorful silk shop in the back.

"I'm going to kill you! Ah..."

Voldemort let out a mournful wail, and was about to cast the most terrifying and first of the "Unforgivable Curses", Avada Kedavra.

"Aminos!"

Dudley cursed, grabbed Voldemort - or rather Quirrell - by the neck, suppressed his curse in his throat, and then threw him to the ground.

Now, the two black magicians who had never been to the East understood what the "Water and Land Dojo" was without any instruction.

"You are a dark wizard, a dirty and wicked person that Hogwarts despises, a giant monster, and you are worthy of being called 'Voldemort'?"

"Remember, the one who will kill you today is Dudley Dursley, the 'Three Islands'!"

One foot landed on Quirrell's chest, and Harry clearly heard the crisp sound of a bone breaking.

It must be said that Dudley has always had complaints about the Hogwarts uniforms. The reason is that such light robes would affect his punching speed. As for shoes, Dudley was very considerate and asked his cheap father to buy a pair of large leather boots with steel soles in a Muggle store. Now, they are firmly used on Quirrell and Voldemort.

"I'm going to kill...I'm going to kill you!"

Voldemort uttered threats helplessly.

"Still barking!"

A football kick hit Quirrell's temple, and Harry frowned - he saw the dent there with his own eyes.

"Have mercy on me! I have been bewitched by Voldemort!"

"I... I can help you! You've always wanted to kill Voldemort once and for all, haven't you?"

After being beaten for a while, Quirrell immediately begged for mercy - if he was not a coward, how could he surrender to Voldemort?

"Hey! You are a spineless person! If you just fight with me to the end, I will spare you!"

"But now you're begging for mercy? I, Brother D, won't forgive you!"

Another punch hit Quirrell's face, and this time, he finally had an appearance that was almost identical to the master he was loyal to.

"Harry, come on, put your hands on his face!"

Dudley called out to Harry, and he came to his senses. He quickly ran to Quirrell's side, stretched out his two hands, and covered the evil man's face with one hand in front and one behind.

"No!"

The "crackling" sound of burning and corrosion made the two dark wizards howl in fear - Voldemort's howl was particularly loud, after all, he was the Dark Lord.

It was impossible to cast a spell when the pain was like this.

Harry had a headache, and the scar on his forehead hurt even more.

However, looking at Quirrell and Voldemort, who were in even greater pain and with wisps of smoke beginning to come out of their bodies, Harry suddenly felt refreshed.

He took revenge!

He personally destroyed the Dark Lord who had killed his parents!

Holding the Philosopher's Stone tightly, Harry finally couldn't bear the excitement anymore. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The last movement he felt before he fainted was Dudley rushing over and catching his body steadily.

So, Harry Potter, fell asleep.

However, he didn't know that his cousin was watching Professor Quirrell howling like a ghost and slowly turning into ashes, and whistled with emotion.

"Is death so slow?"

With a loud bang, Dumbledore and a group of professors hurried here.

"Oh, is it so troublesome? If I had known, I would have passed out with Harry."

Looking at the stunned and surprised look of the white-bearded principal, Dudley curled his lips and lay on the ground with his legs spread out.

"I fell asleep. I need to request to go to the infirmary. Where is Madam Pomfrey?"

Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and Flitwick couldn't help but sigh.

How did he do that?