Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

It should be said that Brother D was confused.

To be fair, he did not show any affection for Miss Granger - at least he was not aware of it.

The wicker crown did not have any other meaning. After all, whether in the Eastern or Western context, it was not a romantic substitute for roses or red ropes. It was nothing more than using the Whomping Willow's peculiarity to appease Hermione's frequent anger over several people violating school rules.

But now it seems that this played a very crucial step?

No matter how stupid Dudley was, he would understand what was happening when he saw Miss Granger with hearts in her eyes.

Dudley touched the red marks on his face in distress and sighed softly.

What the system gives is the bloodline of a giant, not the bloodline of the male protagonist in the harem of a Gal Game!

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Hermione's concerned voice sounded and Neville hurried over, looking at Dudley suspiciously.

Can't it?

His boxing teacher had an astonishing level of physical fitness. He could usually jump rope to 2,000 meters, and after that he could even run ten laps around the Quidditch field without showing any signs of fatigue. How could such a simple movement go wrong today?

It's just that he has thick skin and flesh. If it were someone else, his skin would have been torn and blood would have gushed out long ago.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. My hand slipped. I'll put some talcum powder on it next time."

Dudley snorted a few words, trying to cover up his own gaffe, and waved his hand, indicating that Neville could end the training.

Confused, Neville looked at Hermione who had no intention of leaving, wiped the sweat off his face and left - after practicing for an hour, he really didn't have much strength left.

The door closed and silence fell in the basement.

Miss Granger immediately seized the opportunity. Seeing that Dudley was safe and sound, she quickly ran to the bag, mustered up her courage, and took out the greeting card and the bulging things in the velvet bag.

"Happy holidays... I mean, at least out of courtesy between friends, please accept it."

Hermione's voice was a little trembling, and the expression on her face kept switching back and forth between shyness and embarrassment. At least this sentence was a wonderful line that she had been thinking about for a whole night.

Look, I didn’t just want to give it to you to express my feelings!

It’s just because we are good friends and we can’t bear to see you being lonely on Valentine’s Day!

Even if you disagree, there is no shame! After all, we have already said, "Giri between friends"!

Dudley lowered his head and looked at the envelope that was wrapped very neatly, like an official letter. He was somewhat amused and helpless. Granger's last name was clearly printed on the wax seal.

If you don't know, you might think it's Mr. Granger, and that he has some business dealings with him.

"Well, this is really something I...didn't expect."

"Thank you, Hermione. I accept it without hesitation."

Crouching slightly to make sure his eyes were almost parallel to Hermione's, Dudley reached out and took the trembling greeting card and gift from Miss Granger. A strong sweet fragrance wafted out from the gap at the top of the velvet bag, and Dudley guessed that there must be chocolate inside.

Miss Granger, you are a British person, where did you get the Japanese romance comics?

However, seeing that Hermione's face was blushing and she looked like she was about to cry, Dudley resisted the urge to complain.

"Oh……"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She suddenly stepped forward and hugged Dudley, and they did not separate for a long time.

"I...I'm leaving."

Miss Granger stared at that honest face for a long while and couldn't think of where to kiss him. Then she quickly broke free from Dudley's unconscious embrace and ran away.

Suddenly, a series of laughs came from the corridor.

Touching his neck, Dudley stood there for a quarter of an hour before he blinked as if realizing it.

So proactive?

It seems that this extremely intelligent Miss Granger does have extraordinary courage.

Not realizing that the simple action just now had already used up all of Hermione's courage, Dudley simply sat down where he was, took out the chocolate from the velvet bag, put it into his mouth and began to taste it.

There were all kinds of shapes, from triangles, rectangles to stars, and a few peach hearts. They tasted a bit bitter - maybe because the dosage of sugar was not controlled well, but the aftertaste was extremely sweet and fragrant, with some nuts embedded in it. Dudley finally realized why Hermione, who never ate midnight snacks, sneaked into the kitchen when he was helping in the kitchen some time ago.

As he was chewing, Dudley finally remembered what the system had said. Three choices?

Which three?

Quickly waking up the system, Dudley began to select with great interest.

"Mastered the Flying Spell."

"Mastery of the Levitation Spell."

"Two-handed sword mastery."

Dudley's face darkened.

He had already mastered the Flying Spell by himself, and as for the Levitation Spell, perhaps it would be more appropriate to let Ron do it. It was obviously not very meaningful to have this additional skill.

So, although it is said that you can choose one out of three, in fact, the only option you can choose is "Two-handed Sword Mastery"?

"Where do I find a two-handed sword?"

"Using a two-handed sword in wizard academy? Why don't you give me a Bladestorm?"

"Is there anyone in charge? I want to complain! There can't be duplication in the prize pool!"

Dudley's howl did not prompt the system to come up with any additional options. As if the system was angry for not responding in time, it simply placed those lines of words in front of Dudley and drew an arrow pointing to the line of small words in the upper left corner.

"The final right of interpretation of all relevant tasks belongs to the system..."

Dali was numb.

So the system also speaks in official language, right?

With a bitter face, Dudley chose the two-handed sword mastery. He felt the blood in his body seemed to flow more vigorously. His arms became stronger and thick calluses gradually appeared on the palms of his hands from frequent sword use.

"Here comes the wand!"

Dudley stretched out his big hand and grabbed the corner. The heavy street lamp immediately flew into his hand with a whistling sound.

"The weight is not right... But it's okay, let's try it out."

Dudley curled his lips after weighing the street lamp wand. Sword making is a craft. Blades of different lengths and shapes have different subtle weights. Obviously, this street lamp was not defined as a weapon when it was manufactured. However, it is enough for the current exercise.

Dudley swung up the street lamp and then grabbed the end of the pole and used it as a sword handle.

The wind was howling in the basement. Miss Granger, who had finally made it to the common room, rushed into the bedroom, buried her head in the quilt, and her two skinny legs kicked unconsciously in the air.

It was finally sent out!

But since he accepted it, did he really think that we could only be friends from now on?

So annoying!

The night gradually deepened in shame, anger and sweetness.