Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

With shiny feathers, sharp claws and a golden beak, an extremely majestic mountain eagle appeared in front of everyone.

"A mountain eagle? God, that's cool!"

Ron was stunned, then he looked at his own "unpromising" owl and naturally felt envious.

"Is this your owl?"

Hermione's eyes widened as well. Normally wizards use owls to deliver goods and communicate, because owls are small in size, can be considered birds of prey, have few rivals in the sky, are smart, and can communicate with wizards telepathically. Although they cannot speak, they are also important partners.

However, if we directly replace it with a bird of prey like this, can it be as well-behaved as an owl?

"Of course, let me see."

As soon as Dudley put his hand into the cage, the eagle glared and pecked at him with its beak.

"Woc!"

Dudley was pecked suddenly and he pulled back subconsciously, only to find that there was no mark on his finger at all. Instead, there was a little wear and tear visible on the eagle's beak.

"Cousin, you have such a thick skin."

Harry stood up slowly, somewhat accustomed to this cousin who always performed miracles.

"What did you say!"

Dudley slapped his cousin on the neck and Harry grimaced. It didn't hurt at all, but it didn't stop Harry from using his talent for dramatic performance.

"Let him out! Let him out and see!"

Ron was extremely excited. This mountain eagle was about one meter long and was considered exceptionally strong among its kind. No wonder Errol fainted as soon as he landed.

For a little owl, this is more than it should endure at its age.

Dudley nodded and opened the cage. The eagle poked its head out, and after a moment, it slowly spread its wings and looked at Dudley with a hint of intimacy in its eyes.

Whether it is a bird of prey or a beast of prey, as long as they have human nature, they have a remarkable commonality.

To put it nicely, it means respecting the strong and judging the situation. To put it bluntly, it means bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Seeing that the man in front of him was not only tall and strong, but also unscathed by his attack, not even a scratch on his skin, Mountain Eagle also tactfully moved closer to him and touched Dudley's palm with his furry head.

"We used to say that the wand chooses the wizard, but now it seems that even owls will choose to serve the master in their mind."

Hermione's sentiment made the Gryffindor students nod their heads repeatedly. They and their owls had such a bond. Although there would be some twists and turns occasionally, they would become lifelong good partners.

"Haha! You're quite discerning boy. What's your name?"

Touching the eagle's little head, Dudley couldn't help laughing. This guy was indeed very majestic. Compared with those owls with round heads, round brains and round bellies, he looked more like a macho man's pet.

"Okay, take your time to think about it. I'm going to go train."

There were no classes this afternoon, and Harry walked out of the hall with a sad face.

Wood's training became more and more rigorous, which made the Gryffindor players complain bitterly. Even on rainy days, the training would not stop and would often be delayed until late at night. Fortunately, Dudley had a shiny head and not much hair, otherwise he would have floated back to the bedroom like a ghost like Harry.

At the Slytherin table, Malfoy had a sour look on his face and curled his lips in disdain as he watched Dudley slowly walk away with the bird cage.

"Both Potter brothers are the same, they love to be in the spotlight!"

Goyle and Crabbe nodded - they could only nod, after all, what they were eating was also the new dishes developed by Dudley. The two of them felt a little grateful for the food they had eaten, so they decided to do something more realistic.

Start by keeping your mouth shut and not saying bad things.

The consequences of Zhage's inability to control his mouth are already obvious.

Not only did he have to stay in Madam Pomfrey's house for two days, but he also had to clean the entire fourth floor. For a guy like him who came from a Malfoy family, had been spoiled since childhood, and had never done anything harsh, doing such cleaning work was already killing him. He wished Dudley would punch him again so that he would continue to lie in the school hospital.

"What should I do?"

Goyle asked dully.

Draco lowered his head and thought for a while, then finally waved his hand in disappointment.

Can't afford to provoke me and can't hide?

Didn’t you see that your father didn’t get any advantage?

Thinking of how panicked he was when he received Lucius's howler letter in the Slytherin common room, Drag's face turned red. Because of this, he was laughed at by other Slytherin members for a long time.

With Lucius's sarcastic nature, he actually sent a yelling letter to his own eldest son, which shows that he was extremely angry.

Brother Zha, finally I can’t pull myself together anymore.

But who can say for sure?

After all, children are of a mind that things go in one ear and out the other.

Although Dudley was punished and Ron vomited slugs all day, there was still a good thing. At least the Slytherin team would never dare to compete with the Gryffindor team for the training ground again.

After all, the conflict that day was deliberately provoked by them in order to spy on Gryffindor's training situation. Even if it didn't work, at least it could make them relax. If they find the right opportunity in every training session afterwards, can Gryffindor maintain this upward trend?

However, Flint, who had taken everything into consideration, even his mentality, obviously underestimated Dudley's recklessness.

Everyone is arguing with each other, and you overturned the table?

I don’t know whether the Slytherins were happy or not, but Wood was very happy. So he waved his hand and decided to let everyone practice for two extra hours today.

By the time Harry dragged his tired body - the kind that was dragged by Dudley - back to the Hogwarts castle, it was already very late at night.

His whole body was covered in mud, his hair was sticking to his face, and Harry's glasses were almost broken again - because of a tricky Quaffle, which, as if in revenge, bypassed Dudley's attempt to intercept it and hit him directly in the face.

This also made Dudley furious. He grabbed the Quaffle that was causing trouble and, under the heavy rain and the gaze of the Gryffindor players, he smashed the Quaffle into pieces with one punch. Now it was lying listlessly on the grass.

"We have to hurry, cousin. If Filch knew we weren't back in the dormitory yet, he would definitely be trying to find trouble with us."

Harry hummed lazily.

"It's me who's quicker, not you. You haven't touched the ground yet."

Dudley grunted, and his figure carrying Harry on his back suddenly moved faster.

"Ah, you seem troubled, young Potter and Dursley?"

A vague voice was heard, and Dudley thought it was Peeves. Just as he was about to punch him, he turned his head and saw Nick - to be precise, Nick's head.

"Oh, hello, Nick."

Raising a feeble hand, Harry mumbled a hello.

"You too, Nick."

Dudley simply stopped and looked at Nick's hand, which was stuffing an equally translucent letter into his arms.