Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

With Harry, a rich man, around, eating and drinking, the carriage soon became a mess, filled with fruit peels and paper scraps.

"I think we should wake him up. He won't starve to death, will he?"

Ron was a talkative person, and when he saw Lupin lying there sleeping, he couldn't help but frown.

"Don't worry, honey, if he wakes up and is hungry, I'll be right up front, with the driver."

The fat witch pushing the food cart attentively handed over a cauldron cake.

This was her happiest moment. It was not always possible to find such generous students who could buy up half a food cart's worth of snacks.

At most, it's just Mr. Malfoy who looks down on people.

As expected, as soon as the fat witch left, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and Draco, along with his two burly followers, Goyle and Crabbe, appeared in front of the cubicle.

"Tsk, look who this is?"

"I heard your father finally got some gold this summer. Was your mother shocked?"

Malfoy looked around first, and when he didn't see Dudley, a mocking look appeared on his face.

"hehe."

Ron and Harry couldn't help but sneer and both gave Malfoy the middle finger, which made Hermione frown.

After all, the meaning of this gesture, to put it bluntly, is extremely rude.

"Poor thing, all you can do is say some useless dirty words."

Brother Zha also sneered. It had been two years and he had become immune to this gesture. He would no longer be as furious as before.

"Well, look at our Mudblood lady again, you must be very happy to be with these guys?"

Malfoy was very proud. As long as the giant man who looked like a plague was not here, he had nothing to fear.

"What are you saying with that mouth of yours?"

A lazy-sounding voice, but full of suppressed anger, came from behind Malfoy. Goyle and Crabbe immediately took a step back and looked behind Malfoy in surprise.

"Would you like to say it again so that I can carefully appreciate the Malfoy family's art of language?"

Brother Zhua finally turned his head tremblingly.

Dudley was smiling as he gently shook off the water droplets on his hands.

But to Malfoy, it looked like a demon who had just killed three or five people and was shaking off the blood on his hands as if nothing had happened. He screamed and ran away for his life.

"You are just three idiots. Your father is much smarter than you."

Dudley grunted and went back into the stall.

"I'm not going to put up with that bullshitting Malfoy any more this term!"

"I mean what I say! If he dares to mock our family again, I will grab his head..."

Harry quickly made a "hush" gesture and pointed at Lupin who was still sleeping, and Ron quickly shut his mouth tactfully.

Threatening classmates in front of a teacher is not a glorious thing.

The train continued to speed northward, but the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and even the surrounding scenery was immersed in a curtain of water, with a gray and lifeless look. The four people who were still interested in watching the scenery and chatting just now, all closed their mouths at the same time.

This kind of bad weather is a bit strange.

The lights in the carriage also began to flicker and gradually went out.

The train suddenly stopped with a clang, and there was a sudden noise and commotion in the carriage. Hermione lost her balance and fell towards Dudley opposite her, falling into his arms.

"Hermione? Ron? Cousin?"

"Are you guys okay?"

Harry nearly fell to the ground and asked hurriedly in the dark.

"It's okay, I just have a nosebleed."

Ron responded in a muffled voice. There was a loud bang just now and his head hit the corner of the table. He was tilting his head back to stop the bleeding.

"without……"

Miss Granger's voice was soft, but full of an indescribable shyness and anticipation.

She could feel the warm embrace pressed against her, so strong and powerful that her little hands could not help but clench the corners of her clothes and rub them vigorously.

This kind of intimate feeling, it seems, only came to me when I was in the first grade and he tied me to his back?

What a piece of wood!

Give you a chance, you are useless!

It is difficult to guess what a girl is thinking. At least, Miss Granger, who was shy yet happy just now, suddenly became angry and grabbed Dudley's ear.

"Pain Pain!"

Dudley started to shake his head quickly, crying out in pain, which made Hermione put her hand away in satisfaction. She changed her posture and simply lay in Dudley's arms, refusing to get up.

Harry was looking for his glasses that had fallen off, Ron was bleeding from his nose, and at the moment, there was not even one person who wanted to use the "Lumos" to see clearly around him.

Teenage romance is always filled with ambiguity and desire, with a sweet and sour taste. At this moment, this small physical contact makes both of them immersed in it.

"……Quiet!"

The noise in the corridor finally made one person react.

Professor Lupin coughed loudly and stood up from his seat. A slight popping sound was heard, and a trembling blue light illuminated the dim compartment.

"Stay still."

Lupin's voice was a little hoarse, and before he could say the next sentence, the sliding door of the compartment opened silently.

A tall figure in a cloak, a "thing" that was even a few points taller than Dudley, "looked" at the people in front of him with the dark nothingness in his hood.

A pale, withered hand stretched out from the sleeve of the robe, covered with mucus and spots, as if it were a rotting corpse placed in water after death. Harry, who had just found his glasses and saw the scene clearly, was shocked.

"call……"

This "thing" took a deep breath and a dry "gurgling" sound came from its throat. In an instant, a chill enveloped the people around it.

Harry, Ron and Hermione immediately felt breathless, and the cold seemed to penetrate their skin and freeze their blood vessels.

Miss Granger subconsciously hugged Dudley tightly in her arms.

Lupin's tired face showed a hint of anger.

He was about to cast a spell, but he saw the tall "boy" next to him first put the girl in his arms on the seat, and then, as if unaffected by anything, stood up straight.

"You bastard! How dare you cause trouble in the car?"

A sharp wind brushed across his cheek and Lupin's eyes widened. He watched the young man named Dudley raise his fist and hit the Dementor in front of him hard!

You know, although this thing has a physical body, under such fear, who would have the courage to take action?

As expected, Dudley missed and his punch hit the iron sheet of the carriage, which immediately had a big hole and a cold wind blew into the carriage.

And the Dementor's figure seemed to become a little lighter!

The dark "face" with nothing underneath was lowering its head, looking at the part of its body that was pierced by the fist and was slowly coming together.

How dare someone beat a Dementor with bare hands?

We almost defeated this horrible creature?

Lupin rubbed his eyes hard, wondering if he was still asleep.

"Professor, what are you standing there for?"

"Casting a spell?"

Dudley's roar was heard, and Lupin finally calmed down. A brilliant silver light bloomed from the tip of his wand.

"Calling God to Guard!"