Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Filch did not pursue the matter further.

He "generously" let Dudley and Harry go, but he had an awkward expression on his face, almost like he was about to cry, and Dudley felt a little embarrassed.

Who wants to be born a squib?

The process of human growth, especially psychological transformation, is gradual. With Filch's status and the unique social atmosphere of that era, it was not surprising that Filch was ridiculed, which made his mind more perverted and he became an administrator who was keen on corporal punishment of students.

This also explains why he particularly likes the days when Umbridge was the headmaster.

Isn't this a different kind of jealousy towards these young and talented wizard apprentices?

Shaking his head and sighing, Dudley first asked Harry to go back to the common room - taking his dirty clothes with him, then he picked up his Nimbus 2000 and cleaned the corridor for a while before leaving slowly.

What he didn't know was that just after he left, Filch in the office poked his head out and looked in the direction Dudley left with a complicated expression.

Mrs. Norris meowed twice.

The Gryffindor common room was still as warm and cheerful as usual, and everyone had something to do.

Some were reading, some were chatting, some were doing their homework, and Dudley came back dragging his wet broom without attracting anyone's attention.

Except Miss Granger.

Hermione immediately put down the bulky book, frowned, and ran over.

"You look worse than Harry. Did you clean on a broomstick?"

Dudley shrugged, unscrewed a lemon sherbet and popped it into his mouth.

"Is this true? That's the Nimbus 2000!"

Ron was heartbroken, he had never used such a good "car".

Although the name of the flying broomstick contains the word "broom", if the word of using a private car to clean the corridor gets out, it's almost like using pounds to light a cigarette in the Muggle world.

This thing can be used, but no decent person would use it like this!

"Don't worry, this won't happen often. Next time you enter the corridor, remember to clean up the mud and water on your body. It's not easy for anyone to clean it."

"And, dear Miss Granger, this thing has dried up, but you're still wearing it. Don't you mind if it pierces your forehead?"

Pointing to the dried wicker headband on Hermione's head, Dudley laughed.

Miss Granger flushed bright red.

"I want you to take care of it!"

"What's wrong with me wearing it happily?"

Dudley shrank back after receiving two more blows to his calf, and decided not to speak.

The power that a shy little girl can unleash always surprises people.

The Gryffindor common room was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Nothing major happened in October. Apart from Harry always saying that there was a voice in his head yelling "kill kill kill", there was nothing worth paying attention to.

Everyone, including Dudley, was immersed in a regular life and schedule. The system had endowed him with enough magical talent to allow him to cast spells like a normal wizard, but it was limited to the course of Transfiguration. As for Professor Flitwick's spells class, Dudley was still clueless and could only laugh it off.

Ever since the "heart-to-heart talk" that night, the system has returned to being silent.

But Dudley couldn't care less about these things. He had a lot of things to do right now.

The house-elves in the kitchen pestered him for a new menu of Halloween desserts.

The Quidditch team has become extremely dependent on his hitting, and he cannot miss a day of training.

Hermione's behavior these past two days has been particularly strange. She often runs away blushing without saying a word to him.

In addition to the usual muscle training and boxing simulations, Dudley occasionally had to act as Neville's sparring partner to help him improve his "new magic" - by the way, Mr. Neville Longbottom was honored to become the first member of the Fight Club. The second member was actually Gilderoy Lockhart.

But in reality, every time the club held an "activity", only Dudley and Neville came to participate. Occasionally, Ron, Hermione and Harry would come to watch. Together with the students from other colleges who came to watch the fun, Dudley's Fighting Club quickly became famous.

Today was the day when the club held its regular event, and Dudley finally decided to let Neville have a real fight with him.

Of course, it's the kind that requires boxing gloves, with time limits and rules.

The small basement was packed with people, with a square area in the middle enclosed by elastic ropes. Dudley, wearing a scarlet hooded cloak, ran and jumped into the area amid the shouts of the bloodthirsty spectators. He raised his fist and gestured to the people around him, and immediately the students cheered.

Even the Slytherins among them.

Competitive sports will always win more favor from young people. After all, although Quidditch games are exciting, there are only a few games in the college every year. It is naturally rare for these students to go to the games of those well-known teams. Therefore, Dudley's "fighting game" fills this gap well.

On the other side, Neville also walked onto the stage with a little restraint amid the cheers of everyone. After such a long period of exercise, Neville also had a lot of muscle contours. Of course, he couldn't compare with a giant like Dudley, but compared with the students who never exercised, he was exceptionally strong.

"How can students fight in private?"

Percy sat down next to the Weasleys in the viewing booth with a stern face.

"Before you say that, why don't you put down the popcorn in your hand?"

Ron curled his lips. Although Percy was extremely old-fashioned, Cody was very flexible in taking advantage of the situation. After all, what Hogwarts was trying to stop were "fights" between students, not "competitions" or "sparring". This was why Percy did not shout and demand the end of the "illegal assembly" but instead came to watch the fight with snacks.

"It's open! It's open! Dursley's odds are 1.35 to 1, Longbottom's odds are 10 to 1! Buy it and get it!"

"Take out your Galleons, take out your Sickles! If you miss today, you'll have to wait until tomorrow!"

The Weasley twins were shouting loudly, Fred was holding a form in his hand, and George was holding his pocket. From time to time, students came over and put in one or two silver Sickles, and more often copper Knuts. The two of them opened the market in a dignified manner.

"Longbottom! Longbottom! Longbottom!"

Some of Neville's friends had already started shouting, but if you asked them who they were betting on, it would definitely be Dudley.

I support it, but if it comes to spending money, I'd better bet on the one that has a good chance of winning at first glance!

In the noisy basement, Dudley and Neville each walked onto the ring. Dudley took a deep look at Neville, who used to be timid and cowardly, but now there was a gleam of sharpness in his eyes. Although he knew he could not win, he was still full of confidence.

"That's enough of you guys...Okay, read out the rules!"

Hermione walked onto the ring with a gloomy face and a metal whistle around her neck.

She didn't want to come at first, but after some sweet talk from Cody, Miss Granger, who was touted as the first person of order in Hogwarts and the embodiment of wisdom and knowledge, had no choice but to agree.

"No poking eyes, no kicking crotch, and especially no biting with teeth!"

"Three minutes per round! One minute break between rounds! Eight rounds in total!"

"First round, begin!"

With a wave of his hand, Dudley immediately rushed towards Neville opposite.