Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Put on earmuffs, grab them, put them in the basin, and fill them with compost. It's actually a very simple step.

Dudley's hands were quick and Neville's were steady. In less than two or three minutes, the ugly doll, which didn't even have time to make a few more noises, was firmly planted in the flowerpot. On the other hand, the others were still enduring the cries of the mandrake. Dudley couldn't help but put his hands on his hips.

See, it’s more efficient to work with professionals!

Neville looked a little excited. His eyes suddenly became moist as he looked at the Mandrake that he had transplanted.

"You guys did a great job. Isn't this the first time you've transplanted mandrakes?"

Professor Sprout looked at the two in surprise and nodded approvingly.

"Nothing special, just practice makes perfect."

Neville lowered his head in surprise, while the conspicuous Dudley shook his head and said an oriental idiom that even Professor Sprout was confused about.

"Five points to Gryffindor for being the first group to finish!"

After patting Neville on the shoulder, Professor Sprout raised his head, glanced at Dudley who was smiling innocently, and retracted his hand.

It's not like you're playing basketball and grabbing rebounds, so don't stretch your leg so high if you don't have to.

One after another, the other students also finished transplanting, leaving only Seamus Finnigan and three students from Badger House who were just clumsily preparing the compost.

"Get ready, I'm...I'm going to pull it out!"

Looking at the classmates around him who had almost finished their work, Simo gritted his teeth and pulled out the mandrake.

“Hum, hum, hum, ahhhhhhh!!!”

A strange crying sound was heard, and several people trembled in fear, and Simo's hand loosened.

How can there be such an ugly and thick mandrake?

It was as big as a Quaffle, and the wrinkles on its face looked like strong muscles, revealing a strange feeling of self-discipline and fitness. This mandrake tortured everyone in the greenhouse with its strange cries.

"Oh my god..."

There was a Gryffindor student who courageously took off his earmuffs, but his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot.

Professor Sprout was startled and rushed over.

However, the ones who moved faster than her were Dudley and Neville.

"Your name is Bull Demon!"

The Gryffindor boxing champion grabbed the leaves of the mandrake, raised his hand as big as a palm fan, and slammed a big punch on the ugly face of the mandrake.

"Bull dagger!"

Ron's eyes widened.

The students' eyes widened. No one had ever seen anyone beating a mandrake.

And this extremely dangerous magical plant actually stopped crying, and its wrinkled face was filled with a human-like expression of surprise.

A wizard actually reached out and hit it?

The instincts passed down from generation to generation were unable to withstand the shock brought about by this sudden fierce fight.

This is indeed the fact. This mandrake is a mature individual different from other young plants. It was intended to be used to make various antidotes. However, who would have thought that it was mixed in with the "teaching aids" for freshmen and got into the hands of the unfortunate Simo.

While the mandrake was still in "shock", Neville rushed over, frantically scooped up dragon dung compost with his hands, and filled it into the pot. Soon, this unexpected mandrake was successfully transplanted by the two tacitly coordinated people.

Except for the Gryffindor who took off his earmuffs, the other students present were only slightly frightened, even Seamus Finnigan, who was closest to him, and several Hufflepuffs who were partnered with him.

"Thank God you were able to subdue this adult Mandrake!"

Professor Sprout's heart was at ease. She had just tested the breath of the unconscious Gryffindor. Fortunately, the mandrake didn't howl for too long, otherwise the first second-year student harmed by the mandrake would have appeared in her class.

"Send him to Madam Pomfrey immediately... Merlin's beard, I would make such a mistake!"

"Mr. Dursley and Mr. Longbottom, you did a great job! You saved your classmates!"

"Twenty points to Gryffindor!"

Following her gestures, the students took off their earmuffs, and immediately there broke out the enthusiastic cheers of the Gryffindor students. Harry and Ron shouted particularly loudly, and clapped the loudest.

"See, Neville, I told you that you would be a very good Herbology professor!"

Dudley laughed, brushed the dirt off his hands, and held out his hand.

Mr. Longbottom, who pursed his lips and tried hard not to cry, also reached out his hand and shook Dudley's hand tightly.

A true friend is worth a thousand gold coins, that's what it means.

Finally the get out of class was over. The students were all sweating and had sore backs. After all, they didn't have Dudley's reaction speed, nor Neville's outstanding talent in Herbology. Just pulling the ugly doll out of the soil had already consumed a lot of energy.

After a tiring shower, the Gryffindor students rushed to the next class - Transfiguration.

It would be unacceptable to be late for the class taught by our dean.

"Today, we are going to turn the beetle into... this."

Seeing the shiny black beetle turn into a beautiful jewel button, the girls in the class immediately shouted excitedly.

Professor McGonagall nodded, and soon, transparent bottles filled with shiny black stag beetles appeared on everyone's table.

Dudley looked left and right, and seeing that everyone was focusing their attention on the beetle, he called upon the system.

"Host, you are very troublesome."

"Can you use your own magical talents?"

"Master can only teach you the way, but magic depends on yourself. Don't you understand such a simple truth?"

A complaining voice from the system came into his head. Dudley was about to retort, but the humanized complaining voice of the system soon turned into a dry electronic sound again.

"Save classmates with the original characters. Reward: Master Transfiguration."

Dudley was stunned and couldn't think of anything to say for a long time.

Although this system appears cold on the surface, it is actually quite humane.

I just don't know what this guy is worried about.

Shaking his head vigorously, Dudley took up the huge wand, and the students around him skillfully made way for him - they might have been a little panicked at first, but after getting used to it, it was no big deal.

Isn't it just a bigger wand?

"Vera-Vito!"

Chanting a spell, Dudley swung his wand and pointed it lightly at the beetle.

With a "puff" sound, the Spade-shaped armor that was about to find a chance to escape suddenly floated in the air, making a "clacking" sound. After a moment, a jewel button that looked barely normal fell on the table.

"Mr. Dursley, you learn quickly, but..."

Looking at the "button" that suddenly grew legs and was flying around on the table like a headless fly, Professor McGonagall sighed.

“You need more practice.”

The Gryffindors in the classroom breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right, we can't let this guy be not only invincible in martial arts, but also have extremely strong magical talent, right?

Touching his bald head, Dudley fell into deep thought.

Could it be that there is no magic problem with this wand at all?