Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

In the middle of the night, Dudley, who was swinging a sword in his dream to chase Voldemort and his Death Eaters, was suddenly awakened by two people.

"what?"

Trying hard to open his eyes, Dudley found Harry and Ron, both with serious faces - Ron was obviously not asleep yet, as he had just been pulled up by Harry.

"It was Hagrid. It was Hagrid who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago."

Harry said this nervously. If he hadn't "seen it" with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the chubby big friend was the culprit who hid so deeply.

"You can question Hagrid's confidentiality, but never doubt Hagrid's loyalty."

"Think about it, Harry, isn't the Chamber of Secrets related to Slytherin?"

"Does Hagrid look like a dead snake?"

Dudley summoned his wand, raised his hand and cast a "Lumos". Soon a circle of bright white light appeared in the lamppost, illuminating the whole room.

"Oh my god, I know why you chose this street lamp as your wand."

Ron sat down on the corner of Dudley's bed, leaning back and dozing off.

"But... you can imagine how much Hagrid likes those unusually large creatures. Think of Norbert, the dragon!"

"And that... three-headed Fluffy!"

Harry's suspicion was not groundless. Everyone in Hogwarts knew that this tall giant loved all kinds of animal friends, especially those dangerous creatures of particularly amazing sizes. He also had no doubt that Hagrid was striving for a "great cause" of "killing all Muggles". It was just that in the legend, the beast left behind by Salazar Slytherin was too consistent with Hagrid's interests.

Harry told Hermione what he had seen in Riddle's diary early the next morning.

Miss Granger, who was always busy with her work, was able to calm herself down quickly. She immediately asked about every detail until Harry didn't want to talk anymore, and then she nodded thoughtfully.

"Since you're suspicious, why don't we go ask Hagrid?"

"Forehead……"

Ron looked a little uncomfortable. It was obvious that Harry's repetition of the same thing over and over again had made him suspicious.

"And what's to be done about it? Hey, Hagrid, tell us, have you let some wild, hairy creature loose in the castle lately? To kill all the Muggles and Squibs?"

The three of them fell silent for a moment.

"How about this, unless there is another attack, we won't bother Hagrid, how about that?"

Dudley, who knew everything, put an end to this diary journey.

No one disagreed.

However, in the following months, Hogwarts finally became quiet. Even Peeves was tired of spreading rumors about Harry. Ernie Macmillan even dared to talk to Harry politely in the Herbology class just to get him to hand over a small bucket of jumping toadstools.

Rumors are just rumors after all. Moreover, as a hero of Gryffindor, who had personally defeated Voldemort together with his cousin, soon no one spoke ill of Harry anymore, and the focus of attacks gradually shifted to the increasingly unreliable Lockhart.

After all the talk and fuss, the second graders will finally choose their third grade courses during the Easter holidays.

“It is very important for us to choose future subjects, and we must choose carefully.”

Hermione said seriously, and Dudley noticed that she had put a check mark next to all the subjects.

"Can you learn it? Come on, this is not the time to take a few more courses to get a few more points for Gryffindor."

Ron looked at the writing on the form in distress. To be honest, he had a headache looking at any subject.

"I don't want to take Potions anymore. It's a torture."

Harry looked menacingly at the Potions row.

"What are you thinking about? All the classes this semester are compulsory and cannot be chosen."

Miss Granger had quickly completed the form and was showing it to everyone with great pride.

"Even Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts course has to continue? What can you learn from that kind of class?"

Curses rang out, and then many second-year students nearby also vied with each other to show off their wonderful rhetoric in insults. From time to time, there were a few pale rebuttals from Lockhart crystal fans, and the library became a mess.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not interested in purely theoretical subjects like ancient runes."

Dudley stretched. The library had been so stuffy just now that he felt like he was about to fall asleep. Now it was finally a little more lively.

"You can't think like that. Look, after learning these..."

Hermione put her hands on her hips and was about to teach Dudley a lesson.

"Anyway, Miss Granger is enough. Can't I ask for advice from a good student when the time comes?"

With a roll of his eyes, Dudley immediately blocked Hermione's mouth with words.

"Oh...you said that again."

Hermione's face flushed slightly, then she raised her foot and kicked Dudley's calf lightly.

"Broken bones sooner or later."

Mumbling to himself, Dudley checked off a few subjects - most of them were with Harry and Ron, all were new classes, even Divination was included.

Isn't it just making up nonsense?

Don’t be too comfortable with just taking these easy classes to get credits!

As the days passed, Quidditch training became more and more intense. After all, the next game was against Hufflepuff House. They were very strong, and Gryffindor rarely won against Hufflepuff.

Wood was unhappy because their best batsman, Dudley Dursley, announced that he would temporarily retire to the bench after the end of this year's game to give his position to those who really loved the sport. So George Weasley, who had been a chaser for a season and a half, picked up the bat again.

Of course, it wasn't the hot item that was custom-made for Dudley.

The substitutes did not have to participate in training, so Dudley had more time to prepare for the spring acclimatization training - he felt his bones itching, probably because he was growing taller again.

Fortunately, he has the skill to control his height, otherwise he would be a head taller than Hagrid now.

What's more, he recently found a perfect sparring partner - the Whomping Willow.

It seemed that the Whomping Willow had already succumbed to Brother D's fist. It now treated Dudley very well and even offered its greenest branches and twigs for him to use at will. Who said that plants have no brains?

But other than that, this cultural heritage tree is still as bad-tempered as ever. A few senior students who wanted to imitate Dudley and make a willow crown for their girlfriends are still lying in the school hospital, enjoying the happiness brought by the bone spirit.

After putting on his boxing gloves and stretching his muscles, Dudley had just sneaked to the vicinity of the Shrieking Shack when a figure he hadn't seen for a long time appeared in front of him from afar.

"Luna? When did you get here?"