Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

It's hard to say that the scene in front of him is luxurious, but for Harry, who has almost never seen the countryside,

The first thing that catches your eye is a chicken coop. A few fairly plump old hens, with a few yellow chicks, are walking unsteadily in the yard. From time to time, they dig in the soil and grab a plump worm to eat. They seem to be extremely leisurely and comfortable.

"The Burrow? What a great name."

Dudley whistled. Although it was not good-looking, as the saying goes, "This is a humble house, but my virtue is fragrant". The humble house before him carried the fiery enthusiasm of the Weasley family. However, with such a large family of children, the pressure of life was naturally a bit greater. At least judging from Ron's dress, if Hogwarts had any poverty scholarship, he would obviously be the best candidate.

"awesome."

Harry sighed sincerely.

"Now, let's go upstairs quietly and wait for mother to call us down for breakfast. Then we can just say 'Harry is here'. She will be very happy and no one will know that we used the car."

Fred had a look on his face that his plan was working. Ron nodded and was about to introduce his room to Harry when he heard hurried footsteps. Dudley and Harry saw it at a glance, and the three brothers' faces turned green.

Mrs. Weasley came quickly from the other end of the yard, and the lazy and leisurely chickens were scared and ran away in all directions. Harry blinked, and he felt like he saw a tiger with bared fangs and claws. It was a rare scene to see such an expression on the chubby and kind-looking Molly Weasley.

"Tough luck."

Fred closed his eyes.

"Oh my God."

George covered his forehead.

"We're screwed."

Ron's tone was filled with sadness.

"Okay, you little brats, do you know how anxious I am?"

Mrs. Weasley's voice was very low, like an active volcano brewing magma. Dudley and Harry couldn't help but shrink their heads subconsciously and stood there awkwardly.

"The bed is empty! There's no note! The car is gone!"

"What if there's a car accident? Have you ever thought about it?"

"I've never...oh, just wait and see what your father will do to you when he comes back!"

"Look at Bill, Charlie, and Percy! Nothing like this ever happens!"

The familiar nagging voice coming from his parents made Dudley's tall body shrink by three inches. Even though it was the three red-haired kids from the Weasley family, Dudley still felt fear instinctively.

This is a feeling of oppression that even the noseless Voldemort cannot bring.

"Model Percy."

Fred and George grumbled in unison.

Then came the reprimand from Mrs. Weasley. Fortunately, Ron was young, so the aggressiveness of his family education was basically poured on the twins. However, this still made Ron break out in a cold sweat.

After what seemed like a century, Molly Weasley finally turned to Harry and Dudley. The brothers took two steps back and looked at Mrs. Weasley with trepidation.

"Oh, I'm so glad to see you, Harry dear—and Dudley."

No one could have imagined that Mrs. Weasley, who had never been to China, could master the famous performance techniques of Sichuan Opera, face changing, so skillfully. The tigress who was just showing her fangs and claws suddenly turned into an amiable mother. She looked at Dudley and Harry kindly and gently, and reached out to touch Harry's messy head.

Of course, the reason why Dudley wasn't touched was probably because he was taller than the door frame.

"Come inside and have some breakfast."

Mrs. Weasley smiled and went back into the house. The few people looked at each other. Ron nodded quickly to the two of them, and then they walked leisurely into the narrow kitchen.

Dudley touched his head in dissatisfaction. The roof of the Burrow was not high, and he had to bend over to avoid hitting his head on the gray ceiling. However, the room was very clean.

Mrs. Weasley was a diligent person. She polished the old-looking wooden table and chairs until they were shiny. Seeing that Harry had half sat down on the chair, Dudley sat down beside him. After all, this was not her home, and she was not the Dursleys' little bully. It would always be right to show some courtesy.

The plate was piled high with sausages, fried eggs and toast. Harry looked reluctant to eat - he didn't have a big appetite, but Dudley's mouth was full of oil. Anyway, since he was not in training recently, he might as well indulge himself and add some oil. Then the size could be bigger.

Although he is big enough now.

"Look, this is what we call good kids. If you could eat half as much as Dudley, would I have to worry so much?"

Molly Weasley looked at Dudley lovingly as he wolfed down his food. Before this, she only thought that the Dursley boy was the one who bullied Harry every day. But after a school year, she heard a little about the deeds of this "Three Island Towner". Naturally, she was very happy. Unknowingly, Dudley also had the same status as Harry, at least, in the Weasley family's burrow.

"Oh, come on, Mom, this guy is just like a giant monster."

"At least it's the stick in the troll's hand."

The twins joked, quickly dodged the two sausages thrown by Mrs. Weasley, and left the table laughing.

"Don't be surprised, Dudley, these two kids are always so outspoken."

Dudley smiled.

"Fred and George helped us a lot. You know, it's normal for children of this age to like to play pranks. Anyway, they haven't caused any big trouble, right?"

Mrs. Weasley's eyes lit up.

"Good boy, what a good boy!"

"Are you really only a month older than Harry? You look like his uncle!"

Harry pouted and took a deep sip of the hot milk in the cup.

Just then, a little red-haired person in long pajamas ran into the kitchen happily, and suddenly screamed and ran out.

"Ginny, my sister."

Ron said to Harry in a hushed voice.

"She's been talking about you all summer."

Dudley blinked and saw that the savior was treated differently, he already had a little fan girl so early - of course, she would become the savior's wife in the future.

Harry didn't react much. This was normal. Don't forget, they were only twelve or thirteen years old this year. Little boys were playful by nature and they woke up late. Naturally, they could not compare to Dudley, who had lived two lives.

"You two, clear out the gnomes in the garden. They're causing trouble again."

I don't know what spell was cast, but the twins who had just tried to escape on tiptoe were bound to the spot, and Mrs. Weasley didn't even have to take out her wand.

"And you, Ron - of course, Harry and Dudley, you can go to bed, after all you didn't let those guys drive that lousy car?"

Harry blinked. He wasn't sleepy at all.

"Let me help Ron. I haven't seen how to get rid of the goblins yet."

Mrs. Weasley's eyes narrowed in a smile, which made Ron grumble under his breath.

"Why do I feel like I was born by my stepmother?"

"Ronald!"

Ron quickly raised his hands in surrender and shut his mouth tightly.

Dudley's attention was completely attracted by the book in Mrs. Weasley's hand.

Gilderoy Lockhart, the good-for-nothing teacher with a good appearance, was on the dynamic cover, blinking his eyes evilly and wildly.