Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

The photos, naturally, were burnt, along with the unfortunate camera.

Harry, lying on the hospital bed, was already numb.

Before the truth of the matter is revealed, there is already another victim?

And it wasn’t a little animal like Mrs. Norris, but actually his little fanboy, Colin Creevey?

With indescribable emotions, Harry couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

My last thought before going to sleep was:

It would be nice if my cousin was here.

Early the next morning, Dudley walked into the infirmary—with the big mountain eagle still standing on his shoulder.

"Oh, good morning, cousin, are you here to see me?"

Pushing away the cereal bowl in front of him, with a sip of milk still in it, Harry quickly got out of bed and swiftly put on his clothes.

"Madam Pomfrey said my fever is gone and I can be discharged. Where are Hermione and Ron?"

"Myrtle's there - why are we mixing potions in the bathroom?"

Yawning, Dudley carried the still weak Harry on his back. The big eagle also flapped its wings knowingly and flew out of the window, startling the owls and making them fly away.

To them, this top aerial predator, even with a grin, makes them feel creepy.

To make the decoction, medicinal materials are indispensable. At least, they have not yet obtained the horns of the two-horned beast and the skin of the African boomslang. However, Miss Granger still thinks that it is better to boil the potion as soon as possible. Therefore, she placed the crucible on the toilet and poured the remaining basic ingredients into it, bubbling.

"I'm going to the library to borrow two more books. What about you?"

When she was done, Hermione wiped her hands and, Dudley noticed, she put on the wicker headband.

"Me? You know, the cafeteria will have a new, spicy dish for lunch today, and it seems to contain pig liver..."

Ron wiped his saliva - although it looked strange in the bathroom, as if he was about to shout some incomprehensible slogans.

"I don't feel well. I'm going back to the dormitory to lie down."

Harry said in a muffled voice that the fever had subsided, but the sequelae of the cold could not be resolved in a short time.

"Well, that's it then, lazy fellows. Dudley, you going?"

Somehow, there was an incomprehensible look of joy on Miss Granger's face.

"Um, okay...right?"

At this point, it would be shameless not to agree, so Dudley agreed. Seeing Miss Granger's eyebrows curved, he smiled with relief.

It should be said that Hermione was born with supernatural powers. After all, she had to attend so many classes every day and carry a full set of textbooks. Even with the strength of Harry and Ron, they would inevitably get backaches after carrying them for a while. But who has ever seen Miss Granger put her backpack aside, rubbing her sore arms and complaining?

However, it was also the first time for Dudley himself to come to the library. In the past, even if he did his homework or copied some ready-made books, he would just scribble on the table in the dormitory. His grades were just so-so. He was not like Miss Granger who could read all kinds of big books as a pastime. Looking at the densely packed books with a smell of dust on the bookshelf, Dudley felt dizzy, as if he had returned to high school in his previous life.

"dying."

With a pout, Dudley helped Hermione carry a large pile of books. For the first time, he wondered why the system didn't give him magical things like memory bread?

It takes so long to practice a flying spell, not to mention other obscure spells.

But obviously, the little dumb system was not a magical blue fat man in some universe, and it did not pick up on Dudley.

"...Honestly, I never thought there would be people who couldn't tell the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf."

Hermione kept talking and became happier and happier, because Dudley in front of her was a man who was very good at responding to conversations.

Being able to respond to others' words does not mean just saying "um" or "ah" when they are talking. In this regard, Dadley can be said to have an innate talent.

Even if you don't understand, you should first look thoughtful, then nod slowly and give a well-thought-out response.

"Who says it's not true? In my opinion, the teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts is too thin."

Miss Granger nodded. Although she was still a fan of Lockhart, she had more knowledge than even a dozen Lockharts could make up for. As for Lockhart's class, besides asking Harry to cosplay those strange creatures that most students had never seen, the content was just self-praise and some words that students couldn't understand.

"Alas, in all this time, I didn't realize you were so good at listening."

By the time they reached the Gryffindor common room, Hermione's desire to express herself had been fully satisfied.

Few people can listen to her nagging like this.

Even good friends Harry and Ron would often wave their hands in annoyance or interrupt by saying something else.

"Respect, dear Miss Granger, communication between people is based on mutual respect."

Placing the huge pile of books on the table, Dudley breathed a sigh of relief that it was finally over.

However, it must be said that the content of Hermione's chat was not completely useless. At least it made up for a lot of knowledge details that were accidentally missed due to not studying seriously.

Just because Dudley doesn't like reading doesn't mean he is stupid.

Of course, it is the current Dudley, not the obese little fat boy before.

Hermione's eyes lit up.

She looked at Dudley deeply, bit her lip, and said nothing. She just waved her hand, picked up the books with difficulty, and walked towards the girls' dormitory. According to the accommodation regulations of Hogwarts, girls can enter the boys' dormitory, but boys cannot enter the girls' dormitory. Even if they are just at the door, they will be pushed away by an invisible force.

Watching Miss Granger disappear, Dudley sighed softly.

Perhaps the children did not understand how much it was to be proud of an adolescent girl to have such a vast amount of knowledge. This also made Hermione somewhat weird among the students. Except when the exams were approaching, few people were willing to approach Miss Granger. Children's minds were always like this - they pursued happiness rather than boring books.

This also meant that during her long Hogwarts student career, Hermione had only a handful of people who could be called "close friends".

Dudley couldn't help laughing as he counted on his fingers.

"So all of Hermione's friends are boys. She doesn't even have a girlfriend?"

Shaking his head, Dudley stretched and walked towards the corner of the common room - his fitness equipment was piled there, and from time to time other students would come to try it out for a short while.

He didn't look back, so he didn't see that just after he turned around, Hermione Granger poked her little head out, blinked her eyes, and secretly looked at his back.

Sunday passed by quietly.