Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Perhaps in the early years, the number of wizards was extremely small, and the power of magic was only possessed by a small number of people, not to mention geniuses who could use magic reasonably, who were even rarer.

This is why Salazar Slytherin, the head of Slytherin, places special emphasis on the theory of pure blood. In certain periods, specific policies will play a good role.

But times are changing and society is developing. Even though the current situation in the wizarding world has some blind xenophobia and hostility towards Muggle technology, the development of things will never change due to personal will. This has forced the wizarding world to "have to" make changes in many places.

For example, Josephine Flint, who served as Minister of Magic from 1819 to 1827, seems to be the ancestor of Marcus Flint. During her tenure as Minister, she expressed a morbid prejudice against Muggles, and even believed that the telegraph in the Muggle world would affect the normal function of the wand.

But so what?

The Muggle world now has extensive telephone lines and even the Internet, which allows rapid, near-instant communications across oceans. How has this affected the wizarding world?

Wands are still in normal use, magical animals and plants still live in designated protected areas or live freely under the protection of the magical world, wizards still maintain their isolated lives, and even magic schools are not reluctant to recruit wizards from pure Muggle families.

Just like our Miss Hermione Granger.

Although most of the people present did not have such wise foresight, there was no doubt that Dudley's words made many people think subconsciously, especially those students who came from Muggle families and suffered from the ridicule and mockery of the Slytherins.

Who says it’s not like that?

Just because you have so-called "pure blood", are you naturally superior to others?

Don’t forget, wasn’t the mother of Harry Potter, the hero who defeated Voldemort, also from a Muggle family?

Not to mention Dudley Dursley in front of him!

And some of the Slytherin students, who were already skeptical about the pure-blood theory, could not help but deepen their doubts.

If they were really superior because of their pure blood, then why were they unable to fight back against Dudley's violence?

Is the Malfoy blood pure enough?

From Lucius to Draco, both father and son were beaten by Dudley!

Doesn't this mean that Dudley's bloodline is purer than theirs? Does that make sense?

Seeing that even his teammates were doubting their lives, Flint quickly cleared his throat and spoke viciously.

"You asked for this!"

While the Gryffindor students were still not able to react and the strong Dudley seemed to be still "regulating his breath", Flint gathered all his strength, roared, and punched Dudley in the lower body with an extremely vicious move.

He was a Quidditch player and was quite strong. If he had delivered a solid punch, even a tough guy like Dudley would have been knocked down instantly.

Ron was the first to react. He raised his wand and cast a spell.

But a green light suddenly shot out from the back of the wand that was weirdly wrapped with tape and hit Ron in the abdomen. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open and staggered.

Right in front of you!

Flint even touched Dudley's clothes, and he couldn't suppress the joy on his face.

How pleasant it sounds to hear that in order to protect the only son of the Malfoy family, Dudley Dursley, who once defeated Voldemort and was the bravest man in Hogwarts, was defeated!

Then, everything in front of his eyes suddenly went dark.

The team members who were watching, as well as the students from other colleges who were walking nearby and came to watch the noise, were all stunned.

With this reaction speed, can you still be considered a human?

They only saw a black shadow flash, and a strong wind blew towards them. With unimaginable agility, Dudley leaned his upper body back, and his strong and powerful right leg hit Flint's chest like a heavy artillery.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, grass and soil flew everywhere, and Flint lay firmly on the ground.

Broken ribs.

The remaining Slytherin team members who wanted to help were stunned. What kind of Superman was this?

With a reaction time of less than half a second, he was able to complete such a quick counterattack without even his clothes getting messed up. Is he still a human being?

Dudley was not in a hurry. He lowered his head to smell Flint's breath, then spat on the grass with disdain.

"You faked your own death! Brother D will deal with you slowly!"

While cursing, Dudley turned around, picked Ron up from the ground, shook off the slug on his chest, and ran towards Hagrid's hut.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and without thinking, they quickly called for a broom and followed quickly.

Half a while later, Madam Hooch, who was walking nearby, accidentally discovered the two unconscious people on the court. She hurriedly organized people and sent them to Madam Pomfrey - of course, this happened some time later.

After dodging the still-flamboyant Lockhart, Dudley hurriedly carried Ron into the cabin. Hagrid was surprised and was about to say something harsh, but when he saw these children, his expression suddenly relaxed.

"Come in quick, I thought it was Lockhart coming back again - who is this unfortunate fellow spitting out slugs?"

Ron weakly raised a middle finger.

Hagrid laughed. It was just a little joke between the men and it wasn't offensive. However, spitting slugs didn't seem dangerous to him.

"It's better to spit it out than swallow it."

"Just spit it all out. This spell won't last long."

He thoughtfully brought a tin bucket and handed it to Ron, and Hagrid happily fiddled with the teacups and brought them to the others - of course, Harry and Hermione both refused the stoat sandwiches.

"Mouth area——"

Ron vomited quite loudly, and Harry and Hermione didn't even have the heart to drink their tea. They could only tell Hagrid what they had seen. Only Dudley and Hagrid, the two big men, were eating and drinking happily, as if they were watching Ron perform a magic trick.

"Well done. Fortunately it was Dudley who did it. Lucius probably wouldn't dare to do anything. After all, he just got beaten up."

"If you really cast a spell and hit that kid, the old man will come to the school aggressively."

Flicking the bread crumbs on his hand, Hagrid was as happy as a child. Obviously, he had been annoyed by the Malfoy family's expressions for a long time.

Harry nodded, Dudley shrugged, and Ron wanted to say something, but suddenly his eyes rolled up and a slug the size of a palm came out, falling wetly into the bucket with a sticky and disgusting sound.

Hermione blushed at some point and glanced at Dudley secretly, but after a moment, she quickly looked away.

Is this the second time he has stood up for himself?

Is it...

But he seemed to have helped Neville in this way...

So what does it mean?

Miss Granger scratched her hair in annoyance, her calm heart now in turmoil.