Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

"Beep!"

Fred honked the horn proudly and Harry looked at the car in front of him in surprise. If Ron hadn't told him before, he would never have believed that such an ordinary car could fly in the air like Hagrid's motorcycle.

"Come on, Harry, we have to help you get your luggage out."

Ron poked his head out of the back seat and called out.

"Oh, it looks like we don't need to get off the bus."

George blinked, and immediately saw Dudley, who was so tall that he almost broke through the door frame, and whistled sharply.

"What's going on? Didn't they say Harry's uncle wasn't good to him?"

Fred applied the handbrake and looked Harry up and down.

Except for the famous lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, Harry's whole body was clean, completely different from the old clothes he wore when he first entered school. He seemed to have gained weight - although Harry was not an obese teenager, it must be said that the rosy-cheeked Harry Potter seemed to only appear in this state after the dinner party in the first year of school.

"You've changed your personality. You know, there's no deep hatred among family members."

Dudley carried the two large suitcases with ease and stuffed them into the pitiful trunk of the sedan. After all, it was a magic car, and the trunk was only a small one, but it could actually fit two long Nimbus 2000s that were much longer than the sedan. Dudley and Harry were amazed.

Hedwig was also stuffed into the trunk. She hooted leisurely and closed her eyes. To an owl, darkness is nothing.

"Dudley, I don't think I've seen your owl yet?"

Ron blinked, making sure that both of their luggage had been stuffed in, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Don't mention it."

Dudley waved his hands in agony.

This happened in Diagon Alley when I first entered school.

There is no doubt that Hedwig was a gift from Hagrid to Harry, but even Hagrid himself was confused about what kind of owl to give to Dudley. After much thought, he took the two teenagers to the "Eeyore Owl Shop" on the south side of Diagon Alley.

The room was quite spacious inside, with numerous cages placed on the cabinets on both sides. A strange smell peculiar to birds wafted in the air. Harry and Dudley sneezed at the same time, and then their attention was drawn to these cute and well-behaved little creatures.

Hagrid greeted the shop owner and was about to say something, but he saw the flat-haired guys in the cages screaming at the same time, as if they had encountered something extremely terrifying.

Dudley withdrew his hand innocently. He wanted to put his fingers in to touch the black eagle owl that he liked at first sight, but he ignored that his fingers were extremely thick. In comparison, the sturdy cage was just like a few thin ropes. With a slight poke, a strange hole appeared in the cage, and the eagle owl inside, which was considered brave even in the store, immediately screamed at the top of its voice.

For a moment, the whole store was in chaos.

Hagrid had no choice but to smile apologetically and fled away from Eeylops Owl Shop with the two of them.

Fortunately, Dudley didn't have much correspondence, so it was enough for him to share a Hedwig with Harry. However, when Ron brought it up, Dudley couldn't help feeling sad.

"Don't lose heart. Isn't Charlie in Romania? Ask him to catch a mountain eagle. It will be more majestic than this owl."

George smiled and spoke in comfort, rarely joking.

Hedwig in the trunk yelled angrily.

After closing the lid, Dudley also squeezed into the seat. A group of people chatted, and Fred finally started the car. The engine roared, and a moment later, this Ford Anglia 105E flew up more than ten meters high and whizzed away from Privet Drive. Vernon and Petunia, watching such a strange scene from the window, were speechless.

"Perhaps wizards aren't so strange after all? Look, can't they drive cars, too?"

After a moment's hesitation, Vernon said dryly.

However, Harry and Dudley did not hear this.

They were all immersed in the excitement of riding on a "private jet".

"Let me put it this way. The magic of house elves is indeed amazing, but they cannot use magic without the permission of their master."

Fred held the steering wheel with one hand and took out a Beebe Every Flavour Bean and popped it into his mouth.

"Good luck, beef flavor."

"It looks like someone wants to play a trick on you. Do you have any enemies?"

George grabbed one from Fred's hand and put it in his mouth, then turned to Harry and asked.

"Draco Malfoy, he hates me."

Harry said with gritted teeth. Although Dudley could successfully rescue the situation every time, the two of them had long been incompatible with each other, as he was a very young boy with a slicked-back hair.

"Lucius Malfoy's son? I've heard about him from my father. He's a close friend of You-Know-Who."

Then, there were a lot of rumors, such as when Voldemort was a child, Lucius claimed that he had nothing to do with him; and Lucius had to eat nine snake hearts in one meal so that he could maintain his Slytherin identity as a pure-blood. Dudley and Harry were a little amused by these rumors, which had been spreading like wildfire in the school for a long time. Except for the latter one which was a bit absurd, there was nothing surprising about it.

"Besides, a family with elves must be an ancient wizard family."

Fred said, somewhat jealously, that their mother, Mrs. Molly Weasley, had always wanted an elf to help with the housework.

Harry fell silent.

The Malfoy family obviously had no shortage of gold Galleons, and they also had a manor. Putting all these coincidences together, Harry couldn't help but doubt Dobby's motives - wasn't it too stupid to take the words of this domesticated elf seriously?

But after taking another look at Dudley who looked calm and composed beside him, Harry swallowed his doubts.

From the time he entered school until now, everything Dudley said had come true. Therefore, even though Harry's intuition told him that things were not that simple, he still chose to believe his cousin's words.

"Seriously, Dudley, have you ever thought about starting a private club? You know, get everyone to relax and work up a sweat. You're good at that, aren't you?"

George suddenly patted Dudley on the shoulder and came up with an idea that appeared out of nowhere.

"Gym? Is there really any point in doing this in the wizarding world?"

"Of course. Everyone knows that you beat up the mysterious man with your bare hands. To be honest, we two brothers have secretly trained during the holidays, but..."

Rubbing his still sore arm, George blinked. Dudley thought for a moment and was about to speak when he heard Ron shouting excitedly.

"Here we are!"