Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Flashes of light suddenly lit up in the audience; it was Colin taking pictures.

With the idea that "Harry's companion is also an idol", Colin made a lot of preparations for this boxing match in the wizarding world early on.

"Take that, Neville!"

"Let me see what you have learned here!"

Dudley laughed strangely. Normally he spoke like a decent human being, but when it came to fighting, his words became a little dirty.

"Come!"

Neville's fighting spirit also increased at this time. He was eager to verify the results of his learning. Otherwise, he would not have taken the initiative to suggest a competition with Dudley.

Neville clenched his fists, lowered his chin, and quickly dodged Dudley's jab. He then hit Dudley's open space - the left elbow - with a swinging punch.

Hermione had already introduced the rules before the game, and boxing is not a sport where you can only win by knocking out your opponent. You can also win by scoring points and other technical moves. Neville's swinging punch was obviously beyond Dudley's expectation, and he was hit hard on the cheek near his chin.

"it is good!"

Ron was the first to clap his hands, leading the students in the audience to another round of enthusiastic cheers.

For him and Harry, Dudley and Ron are both friends. No matter who has the upper hand, it is a good thing worthy of praise. Moreover, isn't Neville's courage to face the notorious Dudley worthy of applause?

"Well, it's pretty good, but I fought more intense duels when I was in Albania!"

Lockhart's voice soon came, and Harry and the others couldn't help but roll their eyes. This guy was left alone, and he started to brag again. However, this did not stop the fans from expressing their feelings from the bottom of their hearts.

Lockhart couldn't help laughing at the impact of his words. He stared at the fight between the two men on the ring and was thinking about how to write his next book.

"Boxing with Giants", a book with such a title will surely be a hot seller!

"You know what, this Gryffindor guy is quite capable. He can actually think of such an interesting sport."

Flint from Slytherin, holding a glass of pumpkin juice in his hand, sighed sincerely.

Although he was also beaten by Dudley, he did not ask his parents to seek "justice" like Dragnet did. Instead, he developed a strong interest in Gryffindor's boxing "magic".

"It's just a Muggle sport. There's no grace at all."

Malfoy curled his lips, and Pansy Parkinson at the side was the first to nod her head. She was Draco's fan girl, and there was a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them, so naturally it was a matter of husband and wife following each other's lead.

"Oh! The first round is over!"

The clear sound of a gong rang out, and the two people on the ring separated immediately. Dudley sat down on the folding stool in the corner slowly, took the glass of water handed to him by Ron, and rinsed the blood out of his mouth.

On the other side, Neville gasped and took a big gulp of water.

Even though Dudley had gathered 90% of his strength, for Neville, such an attack almost made him faint, and his mouth was full of the taste of rust and blood.

"Can it be done?"

Dudley's voice was faintly heard, Neville shook his head vigorously, opened his mouth and bit his mouthguard tightly.

"Come!"

The outcome of the match was naturally a foregone conclusion. In the fifth round, Dudley punched Neville on the chin, and Mr. Longbottom rolled his eyes and finally fainted.

Although he had learned a lot, he was still far behind a skilled boxer like Dudley.

However, his bravery and patience won unanimous cheers from all the students present, except for those who wanted to make a fortune by venturing out for the chance. They cried bitterly as they watched their gold Galleons, silver Sickles and bronze Knuts fly away as if they had wings and became the collection of the Weasley brothers.

"If you ask me, such competitions should be held more often."

Fred's face was almost crooked with smiles. Apart from the money they bet on Dudley, they still had a lot of money left.

"It looks like we'll be able to save enough money to open a store before graduation."

George held the purse tightly in his hand and tried not to look at the murderous looks of the students who had lost the bet.

Soon, everyone left the basement with emotion, and some people submitted applications to join the club to Dudley. Soon, there were only a few people left in the basement.

He pulled Neville up from the ground with one hand and poured a cup of cold water on his face. Neville finally came to his senses, with a bit of unwillingness in his eyes.

“How was your harvest today?”

"I was too anxious. My energy was depleted too quickly. If I had lasted longer and held the defense a few more times, I could have fought for the full eight rounds."

After hearing what Dudley said, Neville quickly summed up the gains and losses of the training, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Very good. In another year, you will be able to fight me at my full strength."

Dudley nodded with satisfaction. In terms of boxing, he was Neville's teacher; and conversely, in terms of herbology, Neville was also his teacher. How could Dudley not be happy to see his student doing well?

"Are all boys like this? Still happy after being beaten?"

Miss Granger sighed leisurely. She felt that the energy she consumed as a referee was even more tiring than taking flying lessons.

"Perhaps, this is the romance of men."

Ron said with deep emotion.

Halloween soon arrived.

In order to repay Nick's kindness, Harry decided to attend the Haunted Gate Deathday Party with Hermione and Ron. However, Dudley did not receive any invitation, so he simply plunged into the kitchen and helped the house-elves prepare meals and desserts.

The fluffy steamed cake was in the shape of a big pumpkin, filled with sweet lava pumpkin filling and dotted with raisins. Dudley and the elves had already eaten a lot of it before the meal was officially served.

The hall was bustling with activity. The skeleton dance troupe invited by Dumbledore was tap dancing enthusiastically, patting their white pelvises. The students were eating and drinking, and even Dumbledore was full of praise for these new snacks.

"It seems that asking the Dursleys to help in the kitchen is not much of a punishment for him."

Dumbledore cheerfully picked up a piece of steamed cake with a fork, dipped some of the liquid filling with a smile, and began to eat it in big mouthfuls.

"I have to admit that compared to his poor level of potions, the preparation of these ingredients may be more suitable for him."

Snape still had a stern face, but he never stopped talking. Ever since he had tasted Dudley's new menu, he, who never had midnight snacks before, has recently begun to frequently visit the Hogwarts kitchen.

"By the way, where's Harry? I don't think I saw them at the party."

Professor McGonagall suddenly raised her head and glanced at the Gryffindor table. The familiar trio of troublemakers were not there. Only Dudley was laughing with his mouth open, performing the banquet's signature program for everyone: eating a pumpkin in three bites.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the pumpkin cake in his mouth became a little bitter.

"Go find it!"