Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Fortunately, the world line has been changed, and Dudley managed to persuade Harry and Dobby.

In fact, judging from his behavior, Harry is still a very stubborn person - although judging from his appearance, Dudley is more suitable for this description than him.

"Stop talking, Dobby. Return the hidden letter to Harry first."

"Harry, you promised Dobby that you would not return to Hogwarts this term."

Harry looked at Dudley in astonishment, but when he saw his cousin secretly winking at him, he immediately understood.

All along, whenever Dudley showed such an expression, it meant that Dudley had predicted what would happen next. Harry curled his lips and sighed towards Dobby.

"Okay, I promise you, give me the letters from my friends quickly."

Dobby was stunned for a moment, then somersaulted with joy. He stretched out his little hand and handed out a neatly bound stack of stationery. Harry blinked, and he clearly recognized Hermione's neat handwriting, Ron's flamboyant handwriting, and some sloppy and twisted handwriting that could barely be recognized as Hagrid's.

"Don't be angry, Harry Potter. Dobby had hoped that if Harry Potter forgot about his friends, Harry Potter might not want to go back to school..."

Harry waved his hands anxiously, indicating that he didn't take Dobby's actions to heart.

Although he still feels a little upset about it now.

"Well, good-bye sir, Dobby is doing this for Harry Potter's own good."

With a snap of his fingers, Dobby's petite body seemed to twist into a ball in an instant, and then disappeared silently from the air without leaving any trace.

Dudley breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the Dursleys' exaggerated laughter downstairs.

Finally, the business dealings with the Muggle world were not disturbed, and Harry would not receive the warning letter.

"So, he hid my letter just to warn me? Not to go to school?"

"But where should I go?"

"And, cousin, why did you ask me to agree to his request?"

Harry asked in confusion as he looked through the delayed letters from his friends - it was already the third day since Dobby disappeared.

"You don't need to ask too much. You just need to know that Dobby is doing this for your own good."

"But even if you promised him, would you really listen?"

After finishing the last bent-over fly with great effort, Dudley shook his arms, gently placed the two dumbbells on the ground, and wiped the sweat off his face.

Dudley was quite aware of Harry's recklessness. Although this guy wore glasses and looked weak, he was a stubborn person at heart. He did things based on his intuition and his personal likes and dislikes. Even Ron, who had been with him for a long time, had a bit of this temperament. Among the original iron triangle, only Hermione was relatively rational.

Harry blinked blankly, still unable to figure it out, but he didn't dwell on it any further - since Hedwig sent the reply, the misunderstandings among his friends were finally resolved. From this point of view, Harry's credibility was still very good.

"Oh, by the way, Ron said he secretly drove a magic car to pick us up to go to the Weasleys' house to play."

"Just go to the station when the time comes. It's easy, isn't it?"

Flipping through the last letter, Harry suddenly spoke.

Dudley blinked. It turned out that Harry, who was not in detention, could also ride in a flying car?

This is really interesting, especially given his spoiler-like perspective, things are still moving in the original direction.

"I just went to say hello and left in such a hurry. They will be worried."

Harry muttered as he quickly opened the door and went downstairs. Soon, Dudley heard Vernon's angry roar and Petunia's protective screams.

"No! Absolutely not!"

Vernon's two small eyes looked fiercely at the shrinking Harry in front of him. In his bones, he was still the conservative and traditional Muggle, and he still held great hostility towards everything in the magical world. Being able to reluctantly accept Harry was already a manifestation of his deep love for Petunia.

As for letting Harry and Dudley be free to be little wizards? Didn't you see that as soon as they got home, Vernon put all their brooms, cauldrons and other things in the storage room under the stairs?

"Dursley! Do you want to listen to what you're saying?"

"Where were you when the kids started school? You were in London! Talking about that hard-earned business deal!"

"Now that there are other people to help, you are still unwilling to accept it?"

Petunia stood with her hands on her hips, not inferior to the chubby Vernon. Ever since Dudley enrolled in Hogwarts, she had no prejudice against Harry - after all, he was the only son of her dear sister, so how could she, as his aunt, not help him?

Vernon blinked, but eventually, he backed off from Petunia's almost murderous look.

"Alright! You two little brats!"

Vernon said this without looking at the two of them. He continued to munch on his cereal and watch TV absentmindedly.

Harry cheered and hugged Petunia's waist affectionately.

Looking down at those green eyes, Penny felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She missed her sister more and more - even though they always had conflicts, now that things had changed and people had changed, what else was there to say?

This tender and affectionate scene had nothing to do with Dudley.

The system seemed to be silent again, as if it could not adapt to Dudley's progress. However, whenever Dudley spoke to it, it would still respond with a few words. However, when Dudley wanted to ask about the next task, the system just dryly showed him a strange picture.

"Achievement?"

Dudley frowned. He could still recognize the words on it. He was deeply impressed by the first few pictures that lit up. Receiving the Hogwarts admission letter, successfully performing the "Leviosa" levitation spell, etc., were all moments of obtaining system rewards, while the glorious moment of beating up Voldemort's possessed Quirrell only lit up one-seventh of the corresponding achievements.

"This system... does not have any rigidly assigned tasks."

"The host makes his own decisions, and the system will unlock achievements and rewards, that's all."

The system said coldly, and then disappeared again.

Dudley was stunned.

Free decision?

In other words, he can completely deviate from the previously preset trajectory for this world line?

Even if I eat a lot of melons every day and go to Azkaban for "advanced studies", it won't cause a situation like the collapse of the world?

Thinking of this, Dudley couldn't help but miss a certain transfer student in ancient times who entered the school in the fifth grade. If he grew up to that level, even Voldemort would probably call himself Little Tang, right?

With strange thoughts that they couldn't tell others, Dudley and Harry welcomed the turquoise car.