Harry Potter's Cousin Dudley at Hogwarts

Dudley and Hermione made their way through the crowded crowd to the stand where Professor Quirrell was.

Dudley handed Hermione the vial of potion.Whispered a few words in Hermione's ear.

Hermione crouched behind Professor Quirrell's seat, pulled out her wand through the gap, aimed at the hem of Professor Quirrell's robe, and whispered a few spells, a blue flame burst out of her wand, and soon The hem of Quirrell's robes began to catch fire.

"It's bad, it's on fire." Seeing Hermione retreated to the side after lighting the fire, Dudley choked his throat and exaggeratedly shouted.

Taking advantage of everyone's panic, Dudley pretended to be a flustered student watching the game, and suddenly hit Professor Quirrell's back heavily.

Poor Professor Quirrell rolled straight down several steps to protect his weird scarf-wrapped hat.

"It's done, let's go."

Dudley and Hermione hurried out of there, making their way back to their seats along the seats.

"Dudley, what is that bottle of potion you just gave me?" Hermione was a little curious.

"It's nothing, it's just a failed experiment, high-concentration liquid alcohol with concentrated stinky flavor added." Dudley smiled.

"So cruel!" Hermione turned her head and saw that the flames on Professor Quirrell's robes had long been extinguished, but now there was no audience around him, and they couldn't avoid him.

"Damn it! Who is it! Who is it!" Quirrell roared angrily, smelling the stench from his body.

"Dudley, won't the school know what we're doing?"

"No, don't worry! Our disguise is quite perfect."

When I went there, I not only made the clothes into a very ordinary style, but also changed the color of the hair

The mantra changed.

Now Dudley was a black-haired, dark-skinned lad, and Hermione was a tomboy with short black hair.

"Professor McGonagall will scold you to death if he knows that you use the Transfiguration Curse like this. Hurry up and change it back."

"No, no, maybe she will praise me for applying what I have learned."

Dudley's wand touched Hermione's hair, and Hermione's hair returned to its original shape.

Then he changed his black hair back to blond, took out the potion from his pocket, and sprayed it on his face to make his dark skin fair again.

"Professor Snape will definitely criticize you when he sees you using potions like this." Hermione looked at the medicine in Dudley's hand and said, she couldn't understand why Dudley had so many strange potions.

"Then just don't let him know." Dudley put the bottle away. These strange potions were the failed products of his experiments. Although they were failed products, they also had some strange effects.He felt that after testing for toxicity, if there was no poison, he could discuss cooperation with the prank-loving twin brothers of the Ron family.

Harry, who was trying to control himself on the broomstick, suddenly felt that the broom was no longer vibrating violently, as if it had returned to normal.

"Ron, how's Harry?"

Because Harry was flying a bit high on a broomstick, and the weather was fine today. The sun is clear now, and the sky looks a little dazzling on the Internet.

"Harry seems to be fine. Huh? You're back!" Ron heard the voice, turned around, and saw Dudley and Hermione standing on either side of him.

"By the way, why are you here, Malfoy?"

Dudley and the others also saw Malfoy, who was combing his hair back, standing beside him. Dudley couldn't help asking curiously.

"Dursley, does this arena belong to your family? I am free where I am." Malfoy raised his head halfway and said to Dudley with his chin raised.

"He's here to ask what's going on with Harry. I wonder if we know." Ron dismantled Malfoy indifferently. Every day he met and listened to him and Harry teasing each other, he felt that he Immune Malfoy spoke.

"Weasley, if you can't speak, don't speak. No one treats you as dumb. This position has a good view. I just came here to see Potter's embarrassment for the first time."

"Not good? Harry rushed down!"

Neville on the side shouted excitedly. Hearing Neville's shout, Dudley and the others all looked on the field.

Harry swooped down from a high altitude so fast that everyone could see him clearly without binoculars.

"What's wrong with Harry?"

"Could it be that Quirrell started casting spells again?" Hermione took the binoculars in Ron's hand, looked at Quirrell's position, and found that Quirrell had disappeared, and looked around the arena again. It seemed that Quirrell had left the arena. up.

"Is Quirrell messing up again?"

"No? Quirrell is no longer on the field, and it seems that the stench forced him to leave."

"Then this is Harry?"

Harry swooped down to the ground quickly, and then landed on both feet. Because of the inertia of the speed, he fell forward and covered his mouth with his hands.

Everyone in the stands saw Harry lying there retching, still wondering what he was doing, and saw him spit something out of his mouth and spit it on his palm.

"I've caught the Snitch!" Harry shouted, holding the Snitch and raising his hands high.

"Oooo!"

The whole arena cheered loudly because Harry caught the Snitch.

Of course, this does not include the students of Slytherin, and Professor Snape turned around with a livid face.

"What happened to Professor Quirrell you just said?" Although Gryffindor caught the golden snitch, he was very angry, but he was even more curious about Professor Quirrell.

"Huh? Did we just talk about Professor Quirrell again? Hermione." Dudley looked at Hermione.

Hermione looked at Dudley, "We didn't say Professor Quirrell, you heard me wrong! Malfoy."

Seeing Ron and the others rush down the stands, Dudley signaled Hermione to follow.

"Damn it!" Malfoy looked at Dudley and the others with a livid face, and rushed down to hug and cheer Harry.

Glancing at the Gryffindors who were cheering all around, Malfoy couldn't stay any longer, he felt that it was a mistake for him to come over here for a while.

The Quidditch game ended when Harry caught the Golden Snitch, and Gryffindor defeated Slytherin by 170 points to [-] points.

It ended the last time Gryffindor was defeated by Slytherin.

As soon as the game was over, Dudley and the others took Harry to Hagrid's cabin, and now Hagrid was making tea for each of them.

"It was Quirrell." Ron couldn't wait to explain to Harry, "The problem with your broomstick today is all because of Quirrell. Me, Dudley and Hermione have all seen it with their own eyes. Staring at you, muttering curses on your broomstick."

"And Snape, he seems to be casting a counter-curse to you to protect you, otherwise you would have fallen off the broomstick. Although I still think it was Snape who cast a curse on your broomstick to make you You fell, but Dudley and Hermione said it wasn't him." Ron was still more willing to believe that Snape did it than Quirrell.

"Who?" Hagrid called out. "Who's out there."

As soon as Hagrid finished yelling, there was the sound of something being knocked down outside the door.