Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

It's already getting pretty cold in the UK in October.

The damp and humid air and the summer heat - although the summer in the English Isles is not that hot, the sudden change in temperature still caused colds to become popular among students and teachers.

Madam Pomfrey was busy all the time. Fortunately, the stimulant was effective. However, everyone who drank it would have smoke coming out of their ears for the next few hours, just like the Hogwarts Express they took to school.

The "crackling" raindrops, about the size of soybeans, made crisp sounds on all the windows. Even a powerful wizard would find it difficult to reverse the power of nature.

Everyone is very busy during this period.

Harry was busy training for the Quidditch match, while Ron was taking tutoring for his weak subjects with a sad face - by the way, the wand that Harry bought for Ron in the name of the Weasley family was also returned, and poor Ron had to take time to get used to the new wand, but he was reluctant to throw away the nunchaku.

"Who knows what good it might be?"

As he said this, Ron's eyes regained their spirit, and the Slytherins could only sigh that Xianglin Sao, who could make them happy for the whole day, had probably really disappeared.

And our Miss Granger, in her daily study, belatedly realized the nonsense in Lockhart's book. After all, he was a poor wizard who plagiarized other people's deeds and only knew the spell "Obligate". A well-read and well-loved student like Hermione would naturally quickly notice that something was wrong.

This also made her extremely irritable.

Fortunately, Dudley provided a lot of innovative food, from cold dishes, hot dishes to desserts, and even some staple pastries that were different from the traditional British ones. This restored some vitality to everyone's hearts that had become depressed by the continuous rain.

"To be honest, I now feel that helping in the kitchen is not a bad thing."

Ron, the chicken leg king, has evolved into the pork elbow king. Ron holds a huge bowl, which is filled with rice, tender and delicious pork elbows, and some pickled snow vegetables, which whet his appetite.

"What a joke, can you cook?"

Harry was eating half a fruit tart. The delicious dessert was as big as a basin.

"It's all Dudley's fault. I've gained weight during this time."

Pinching the unnecessary fat on her belly, Hermione sighed quietly, then looked at another delicacy on the table - sweet and sour pork with pineapple.

Dudley smiled and said nothing. These delicacies had nothing to do with him. It was not the winter weight-gaining period yet, so he could not slack off on either training or diet.

"Hey! Dudley! Have you thought about what we talked about last time?"

"That's right, the Hogwarts Fight Club will definitely have a lot of people participating!"

Fred and George suddenly appeared stealthily.

"Is it possible? We don't have any venue."

Dudley wiped his mouth. Thanks to his relationship with the house-elves, he was able to enjoy a special lunch. He ate a bowl of stewed beef cleanly, without even any soup left.

"Speaking of this."

The twins showed expected expressions, they put their arms around Dudley's shoulders, and they walked around the students who were taking a walk after eating, and came to a stone wall.

Fred reached out and pushed, and the seemingly solid stone wall, like the wall between Diagon Alley and the bar, gave way on its own, revealing a deep, downward stone staircase corridor.

After walking down for about a minute, a spacious underground hall filled with a lot of miscellaneous items appeared in front of everyone.

The debris was covered with thick dust and cobwebs and looked to be a century old.

"This is a place we accidentally discovered when we were looking for a secret passage. To be honest, this place has never been discovered before."

George laughed and poked Dudley.

Dudley didn't say anything. He just came to the middle of the venue and punched the pillar twice. Although he restrained only 50% of his strength, the pillar was very solid and not even a piece of stone chip fell off. Dudley nodded with satisfaction.

“Do students need to apply to create a club?”

Scratching his head, Dudley suddenly asked.

"Are you kidding? Do you think this is some kind of conservative Muggle school?"

Fred burst out laughing, George also laughed so hard that he held his belly, and Dudley suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

In this regard, Hogwarts is still very open - at least compared with ordinary high schools, it can be regarded as an amusement park.

"Well, do you want to join?"

"I can get a late-night snack every day and buy some equipment—you know, sandbags, barbells, jump ropes..."

Dudley talked non-stop, but Fred and George had sad faces.

To be fair, helping others organize a party is one thing, but attending one yourself is another.

After all, as a member of Gryffindor, they knew that although Dudley had excellent boxing skills and martial arts, they had also seen a thief eat meat and a thief be beaten. Dudley's daily hard training, like practicing cultivation, had almost become a beautiful landscape in the common room. The intensity of the training made them terrified.

"Ah, speaking of which, Charlie has already picked out a very majestic mountain eagle for you. If I'm not mistaken, it should have been delivered by now?"

The two of them laughed in tacit understanding and ran out of the basement before Dudley could offer him a cordial invitation.

Are you kidding? They are just wizards, not "special sports recruits" like you!

Although the letter between Dudley and Dumbledore was a secret, it did not prevent his physical fitness from outweighing his magical talent, which had a different meaning in the eyes of everyone.

After all, judging from his performance in Charms and Potions classes alone, he is not really a qualified wizard.

When wizard students get into a fight, the first thing they think of is not using their wands but their fists?

Back in the restaurant, sure enough, an iron cage covered with oil paper fell on the table, and Errol, the Weasley family's owl, lived up to expectations and fell into the butterbeer in front of Hermione, splashing the sticky drink everywhere.

"Cousin? What did you buy?"

Harry picked his teeth and helped poor Miss Granger fish out the unfortunate owl.

The longer I spent with Dudley, the rougher and more heroic his movements became.

"It's an owl, right? But it's very rare for an owl to deliver another owl."

Ron made a bitter face, took out a handkerchief and wiped his "public" owl clean.

Curious students also leaned over, wanting to know what was inside.

"Tsk tsk, then..."

"Show yourself, little darling!"

Dudley laughed and tore open the oil paper. The Gryffindor students immediately burst into exclamations.