Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

But no matter what, Miss Granger's fan filter for Lockhart still made her selectively ignore why a professor would let students clean up the mess he made and escape from the classroom before the students.

This would never happen in other professors' classes.

Fortunately, the courses were evenly distributed, so the students didn't have to suffer for too long. However, Harry also met his own little fanboy, Colin Creevey. The little boy's favorite thing to do was to say "How are you, Harry?" six or seven times a day.

Then, after hearing Harry's numb, annoyed, or helpless "Hello, Colin", the thin little boy with gray hair would leave with a satisfied smile, then raise the camera in his hand and take a picture - or more than one picture - of Harry.

"If you ask me, he and Ginny could definitely form a 'Harry Potter Fan Club' together."

Ron had given up on his futile wand repairs and was tucking into his pickled herrings.

"Honestly, why haven't you been bothered by these reporters, cousin?"

Harry blinked, still chewing a piece of fruit pie in his mouth. If wizards' physiques were not a little more special than Muggles, this kid would have gotten diabetes sooner or later.

Hermione also looked over curiously, although she was still poring over one of Lockhart's books.

"Well, this is..."

"When have you ever seen me fight on camera?"

"You know, people who work in the news industry...are all a little bit deformed, like that...Rita or something?"

Dudley, who had eaten five egg whites in a row and had become the only designated meal orderer in the Hogwarts kitchen, wiped his greasy mouth, took a sip of protein powder, and then expressed his opinion leisurely.

The three people looked at each other in bewilderment; this was the first time they had heard such a novel statement.

But it was true. Even when he beat Lucius in Flourish and Blotts, Dudley's actions were planned. He first blocked the camera lens with the crowd, and then ran away quickly after the beating. Lucius naturally couldn't afford to lose face like this, so naturally there was no precious video footage in the newspaper.

This incident, except for the people present, did not become big news in the wizarding world.

"How much breaking news can the wizarding world actually have every day? It's all about trivial matters. In order to maintain the sales of the newspaper, we can only start with one picture, and the content is all made up."

"If you ask me, Muggle technology does have its merits. Look at our wizarding entertainment methods, they are so backward. It's not uncommon for Muggles to post a moving picture in the newspaper. Ron, have you ever watched TV?"

Ron shook his head. In the face of Dudley's words, it seemed that even the sumptuous breakfast in front of him became less important.

Harry and Hermione knew, and they explained to Ron briefly what TV programs and movies were. Ron's eyes widened as if the door to a new world had been opened.

"That's so cool, no wonder dad loves everything about Muggles."

At this moment, young Weasley finally understood what old Weasley was thinking.

"See? So, the wizarding world is still too conservative."

"Even if you're a wizard, you can't rely too much on magic."

"That old man without a nose, isn't he powerful enough? Didn't my brother D pin this guy to the ground and beat him?"

Dudley swallowed a handful of lettuce leaves with a painful look on his face, quickly drank the last sip of protein powder, and burped strangely.

It's not that he was afraid of Voldemort, but once the name was mentioned, it would attract the Death Eaters, so the appropriate use of derogatory terms would be very helpful for the future anti-evil cause.

The group agreed with this. Besides Dumbledore, Dudley was the only one who had the most say in Hogwarts.

After all, he was the only wizard who managed to beat off the mysterious man without using any magic at all?

"Quidditch practice, boy! Come on!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind Harry and patted him heavily on the shoulder. Harry shuddered and looked back. It was Wood Oliver, who had a stern face and was wearing a Quidditch team uniform.

"Brother, isn't today the weekend?"

Ron quickly complained that they had made an appointment with Harry to go see Hagrid today.

"The trophy won't wait for you. We must get ahead of those damn snakemen."

As a well-known Quidditch fanatic, Wood grabbed Harry and looked at Dudley with eager eyes.

"It's just right, I'll do some exercise after dinner, but I don't think it will take long."

Dudley stood up and stretched.

It looks like things are moving in the better direction.

At least Ron doesn't have to eat slugs.

After returning to the dormitory, they put on robes and cloaks, and carrying the Nimbus 2000, the two brothers arrived at the Quidditch field one after the other - with Colin following behind them.

So sometimes, motor nerves are something that are innate, whether it is basketball, football, rugby, baseball for Muggles, or Quidditch for the wizarding world. At least, facing Wood's hypnotic tactical explanation, only Dudley did not fall asleep, and even Harry, who was very interested in Quidditch, had his eyelids fighting.

"Why didn't you say it while we were awake?"

George, who had just been suddenly awakened by the word "that's it", asked, and saw that Wood's face turned gloomy, like a big bitter gourd.

“Think about last year, our level was clearly higher than the other teams!”

"But due to some unexpected force majeure reasons, although we defeated Slytherin, we still lost the game."

Harry lowered his head in shame.

During the final last year, he was still lying in the school hospital. Together with Dudley who was pretending to be sick, Gryffindor suffered its biggest defeat in three hundred years without these two capable men.

"Well, guys, we must work harder this year. I suggest that you learn from Dudley and see how energetic he is!"

The dazed players looked at the spirited Dudley and complained in their hearts almost in unison.

Who can compare with this living giant!

Stronger than a troll, more agile than a Cornish elf, and faster than a broomstick. A wizard of this level is also extremely self-disciplined. He sticks to the good habit of going to bed and getting up early and eating regularly every day. Although his appearance cannot be said to be pleasing to the eye, it is at least not offensive. Judging from his appearance alone, Dudley seems to be more suitable for the title of "savior" than Harry.

The group of people yawned and came to the court.

Then they ran into the person they least wanted to see.

Slytherin Quidditch team.