Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Although it felt good, the punishment was not over yet. Professor McGonagall still stared at the people present with her angry eyes. But after a while, when the footsteps of Dumbledore and Snape faded away, her gaze softened a little.

It's like a small piece of snow falling off an iceberg. Although there is not much change, it is indeed loose.

"Luckily Mr. Dursley is here, otherwise both of you would be injured, understand?"

Professor McGonagall sighed after taking a look at the wounds on Dudley's body and his robe that was so tattered that it looked like a beggar's clothes.

"Professor, I want to see my sister's sorting house—"

Ron was still concerned about Ginny's whereabouts.

"The Sorting ceremony has been over for a while, and your sister is in Gryffindor."

Professor McGonagall laughed, shook her head, and waved her wand. Amid Ron's sincere admiration, a large plate of sandwiches, three silver cups and a pot of iced pumpkin juice appeared on the table.

"It wasn't even the start of term when we got in the car, Professor. I don't think we should deduct points from Gryffindor, right?"

Harry spoke eagerly, and both Dudley and Professor McGonagall were stunned for a moment, and then Dudley laughed unabashedly.

Look, they are just like brothers!

One of them took the opportunity to beat up Malfoy before the sorting of the houses; the other one quickly distanced himself from Gryffindor before arriving at the school. It must be said that Professor McGonagall wanted to laugh at this moment.

It is not necessary to deduct points from Gryffindor morally and logically. Even with Professor McGonagall's usual strictness, she can ignore this small matter.

"Don't be too happy too soon, you still need to be detained."

Several people shrugged at the same time. As for writing a letter, Ron was still a little afraid, but Harry and Dudley didn't care at all - anyway, with the tempers of the Dursleys, it would be absolutely impossible for them to blame Dudley. Instead, they might write a long letter criticizing Hogwarts' irresponsible admission method.

"You guys can eat here and then go back to the dormitory."

"I should probably go back to the Great Hall."

After that, Professor McGonagall left the office lightly. As soon as the door closed, Ron blew a long whistle.

"Cousin Dudley, you're so strong."

"That's the Whomping Willow!"

"Merlin's beard, I've never seen one so vigorous!"

Ron mumbled as he grabbed a sandwich with a mouthful of chicken and ham, and gave Dudley a thumbs-up.

"What's this? You haven't even seen him beat up Voldemort yet."

Harry was quite proud. He first took a big sip of pumpkin juice, feeling the sweet and cool feeling that made him feel refreshed all over, and then he said proudly.

"It's true. I haven't listened to you tell the story of 'Zhen Mishima beating up garlic-flavored Voldemort' for three minutes."

Ron curled his lips. Although beating Voldemort was more impressive than the other two, Harry was also a bit gossipy. He was like a fisherman who would immediately lose his way after catching a big fish and spared no effort to show off his catch.

"Well, eat quickly. If you go back late, you'll run into that damn old Squib again."

Dudley had no time to brag about himself. The wounds on his body had been treated with white fresh essence, and not even a scar was left. Apart from feeling cold, there were no serious injuries.

The few of them had a meal as if to avenge themselves. After Dudley finished three full plates of sandwiches by himself, the few of them left the office burping and rubbing their round bellies, and walked around to the Gryffindor common room.

"Password?"

the Fat Lady, in her pink silk dress, asked seriously.

"Forehead……"

Harry couldn't answer, Ron shrugged, and Dudley curled his lips. These guys didn't have very good memories and they also missed the start-of-term banquet.

"You three are here! Seriously, everyone is talking about it! Some say you drove a flying car and got kicked out of school!"

Hermione's worried and resentful voice came, and Dudley subconsciously retracted his legs, but still failed to avoid Miss Granger's classic kick.

"I'm not fired. Okay, don't worry. Tell us the password."

Dudley smiled foolishly and Hermione was furious.

"Honeybird! But you are doing this..."

Before she finished her words, the portrait of the Fat Lady had already spun open, and a burst of warm applause suddenly came. Harry and Ron immediately realized that it seemed that none of the Gryffindor students had slept, and they were all crowded in the common room waiting for them. As if welcoming heroes, countless hands stretched out from the hole and pulled Harry and Ron in - as for Dudley, they couldn't pull him in.

"That's awesome! What a brilliant way to do it! Crashing a flying car into the Whomping Willow!"

Lee Jordan shouted, almost using the same enthusiastic voice he used when commentating on a Quidditch match.

"Dursley! Did you actually pull that thing out?"

"It's even more outrageous than your wand!"

Fred and George clapped their hands and spoke one sentence at a time.

"Well done."

An unknown fifth grader patted Dudley on the back as if he had just won first place in the marathon.

"Hey! What's the hurry? Come to the Quidditch field tomorrow and watch Brother D demonstrate his weapons!"

Dudley was a people person who liked to entertain people. So much genuine encouragement made him laugh out loud. Everyone cheered. Suddenly, Hermione tugged at Dudley's tattered clothes. Dudley looked down and saw Percy with a gloomy face, trying to squeeze through from behind the first-year students, as if he wanted to scold them.

"Going upstairs, guys, it's been a tiring day."

Ron received Dudley's hint and immediately yawned insincerely, and the three of them squeezed towards the spiral staircase at the end of the room.

"Stop looking so sad, Miss Granger, and put this on!"

Dudley stood on the stairs and looked back. Hermione's face was as gloomy as Percy's, as if there was a bottle of Marmite hanging from the corner of her mouth. He couldn't help laughing in his heart, and untied a piece of something from his wrist, knitted it in his hands, and threw it towards Miss Granger's head, but it was like a loop, and it happened to be worn on Hermione's head.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then reached out to touch it; it felt smooth and tough, with some tiny narrow leaves on it. It was clearly a headband woven with willow twigs. Although Dudley looked clumsy and rough, he was indeed deft with his hands. The size of the wicker headband was just right for Miss Granger's head, holding back the fluffy brown hair on top.

Her little face suddenly turned red, and she swallowed the scolding that was brewing in her throat. Hermione looked up at the stairs, but Dudley was nowhere to be seen.

"Good night, everyone!"

Harry made his final farewell and went straight into his bedroom amid the farewell cheers of the Gryffindor students.

The new semester is about to begin.