Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

In any case, Filch's attitude tonight still surprised Harry and others.

Given his usual hysteria when facing naughty students, and the fact that he did not rush up and tear Harry and the other two to pieces alive after witnessing his only hope, the cat, being petrified, this was more or less guaranteed by Dudley's credibility.

In the next few days, Mrs. Norris's tragic petrification - or, as the rumors said, her murder - had become the biggest topic among Hogwarts students. Brave students would often come to this corridor to see if they could find anything.

However, they could only see Filch scrubbing the bloody words on the wall with Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Magic Cleaner. However, after so many days, the words were still bright red, as if they were smeared with blood, revealing a sense of evil.

There is one more campus ghost story at Hogwarts.

"Mr. Filch."

Dudley's voice came from behind. Filch, who was wiping the wall diligently, was startled, then turned around and sighed.

"It's you."

"Finally, there is a student with a conscience."

After spraying some cleaner on the wall, Filch picked up the sponge and continued to wipe it vigorously.

"I advise you not to waste your energy on this. It can't be wiped off."

Dudley walked forward and touched the bloody words. This black magic was mysterious and strange. So many days had passed, but the words still looked the same as when they were first written.

"Ugh."

He rubbed it twice in a fit of anger, and seeing the walls around him turning whiter, Filch threw the sponge into the bucket.

"It really wasn't Harry Potter and his Weasley brothers who did it?"

Dudley didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was obvious that Harry had almost become a Weasley. But what he said was appropriate. Who could treat in-laws as non-relatives?

"I'll vouch for it on my last name."

Filch took two deep breaths and finally closed his eyes.

"It's better to tell the truth... Poor Mrs. Norris..."

Wiping his tears, Filch limped away carrying the bucket. Dudley felt very uncomfortable watching this. Suddenly, an ethereal voice came from behind him.

"Are you swearing to him?"

Dudley was startled. Even with such a sensitive hearing, he didn't notice the approaching female voice. He dove forward and turned around abruptly, with his fists raised, ready to attack at any time. However, when he turned around, he was slightly stunned.

The girl in front of him had loose blonde hair, a skin that was almost sickly pale, and a pair of carrot earrings on her ears. In the empty corridor, she was wearing a school uniform decorated with Ravenclaw, but her feet were stepping on the ground playfully, and she didn't look like a living thing.

"It's strange that everyone else wants to stay away from Filch, but you are the only one who takes the initiative to find him."

Without any of the shyness of other girls her age, the blonde tilted her head, her silver eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"It's not easy for anyone, especially when you have to take care of the hygiene of the entire Hogwarts?"

Dudley breathed a sigh of relief. There was no need to introduce this person, Luna Lovegood, also known as "Mad Girl Lovegood" by others. After all, there were few students who would wear a necklace made of butterbeer bottle corks.

"Is that so? Perhaps you are right."

"A lot of people think you're a dull guy, but now it seems that the rumors are not so accurate."

Luna thought for a moment, then walked over lightly, looking around from time to time as if she was looking for something.

If Dudley was still the original Dursley, he would probably have run away now. Anyone would be scared when seeing a little girl with wandering eyes and strange behavior.

"Just like you're called a crazy girl by them."

Facing this quirky girl, Dudley smiled happily.

Her eyebrows were raised imperceptibly, and a smile appeared on Luna's face.

"What are you looking for?"

"My shoes. They keep disappearing mysteriously. Weird, isn't it?"

Looking at Luna's bare feet, Dudley sighed.

School bullying by children sometimes involves sneering and mocking like Malfoy, or physical bullying like before I traveled through time. But more often, they hide some of Luna's things secretly like her classmates do, so as to enjoy the owner's panicked expression.

But they obviously underestimated Luna's psychological quality.

"Sometimes, if you look up and move forward, good results may come out of it."

Dudley glanced at the porch where a pair of canvas shoes were hanging.

"Oh, I always thought they were right here."

Luna also raised her head, and her brows relaxed immediately. Before she could continue speaking, Dudley took a few steps, jumped lightly along the wall, climbed onto the stone pillar with both hands, and did a pull-up.

In less than a moment, Dudley landed in front of Luna with the pair of shoes.

"Amazing! Even more agile than a Cornish elf."

Laughing and clapping her hands, as if the helpless expression on Dudley's face was some kind of admiration and recognition, Luna tilted her head, but didn't care too much about the shoes. She just sat on the platform in the corridor window, swinging her pair of white feet.

"Do you want to eat?"

Suddenly taking out a handful of candy from her arms, Luna blinked, looked at Dudley, whose brain seemed to be a little frozen, and reached out her hand.

Dudley suddenly felt that sitting with a girl like Luna was quite relaxing. Isn't it nice to not think about trivial matters and just let your brain wander, say some illogical words, and do some illogical things?

Chewing a honey-flavored orange candy, Dudley simply sat down next to her.

“You don’t have to climb that high.”

Luna threw a candy casually and quickly took out a wand from behind her ear - this surprised Dudley. Then, she whispered a spell, stretched out her wand, and pointed at the candy that was still flying in the air.

"Accio!"

Then, the candy suddenly hung in the air, and then flew towards Luna's palm like a stone.

"Awesome, this is the Flying Spell, right? It's a sophisticated spell that we only learn in fifth grade."

Dudley clapped, somewhat envious.

If there is such a convenient spell, why would I need to look for a magic wand?

Just recite a spell, and that heavy, solid cast iron street lamp will automatically fly into your palm, right?

It’s so great to be able to fight the enemy like this!

"I can teach you."

She tilted her head and looked at Dudley for a while, until even Dudley felt a little scared. Then Luna smiled and put her wand in Dudley's hand.

"Want to try it?"

Looking at those mischievous big eyes, Dudley was stunned, an indescribable feeling came over him.

The shiny candy wrapper, wrapped with the slightly sour sweet candy, flew into the air with the slight sound of the wind.