Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Before Zhua Ge realized what was happening, he felt as if his body was being pressed and rubbed against the ground, and his greasy head was covered with dirt and stones.

"Buckbeak! Stop!"

Hagrid's roar was heard, and as a gamekeeper, he reacted quickly and grabbed Buckbeak's neck.

Malfoy then opened his eyes and looked at Dudley in shock.

"Help!"

Drag wanted to run, but he was pinned down by Dudley's body. How could he move? He yelled at the top of his lungs and closed his eyes in despair.

This guy, why did he hit me at this time?

"Malfoy! You idiot!"

"Hagrid said not to provoke it!"

"Oh my god, Dudley! Your back..."

Hermione's angry and grief-stricken voice suddenly rang out, and Drag realized that his foolish behavior just now had made Buckbeak angry, and the one who had taken the blow for him was actually Dudley, who would punch him twice no matter what!

Dudley stood up, frowning.

"Hiss, this guy is really strong, his robe is torn."

He didn't seem to care, but Hermione, Ron and Harry who came running over could clearly see the three deep, bloody marks on his back.

"Dudley! Merlin's beard... Someone help me get him to the hospital wing!"

Hagrid tied up Buckbeak and rushed over to check on Dudley's injuries.

Draco was standing aside, still touching his head in disbelief.

"How could he...?"

"How could he have saved me?"

"No way, no way!"

Even Goyle and Crabbe, who were standing by, shook their heads in distress.

Even Malfoy himself hadn't thought it through, let alone these two confused cars.

"But it is indeed the case."

"This is all your own fault, Malfoy."

Dean Thomas said bluntly, and the Gryffindor students had gathered together, wanting to send Dudley to the hospital wing.

"My legs are not broken! I can walk on my own!"

Dudley cried out, but the blood on his back had already solidified.

Strengthening the power of the body is so powerful!

When Buckbeak attacked him just now, Dudley could have tensed his body and been completely immune to the claws.

But an idea immediately appeared in my mind.

After all, Draco Malfoy was not a wicked person. Although he was timid, he still had some kindness in his heart. At least when he was at the manor, Draco never cast evil curses at Harry and his companions.

Since we want to change the direction of those people, why not start from now?

As for Lucius Malfoy...

If this old Biden kicked his legs and died on the spot, I'm afraid that Brother Zha's performance would be much better than the current pure-blood master.

So, Dudley let go of all his defenses and even actively controlled the muscles on his back to relax, allowing the claw to land on his body.

What is the strategy of inflicting pain on one's self?

Looking at Malfoy who was held in Pansy Parkinson's arms, with his tangled, stunned and unbelieving look, Dudley couldn't help but want to burst out laughing.

Seeing this guy get humiliated is indeed a traditional entertainment for Gryffindor.

But looking at Miss Granger, who was blinking and shedding tears, Dudley suddenly felt uncomfortable.

How could this little girl be so deeply in love?

Fortunately, the wound looked bloody and horrible, but the treatment method was also extremely simple - a drop of distilled essence. Madam Pomfrey, looking at Dudley's sturdy physique, did not even let him stay in bed to rest.

After all, this guy can be regarded as the one with the strongest vitality in the whole Hogwarts.

Even the dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest can be counted.

"If you ask me, Malfoy will be fine even if you don't save him."

Ron's cheeks puffed up like a hamster, and he spoke incoherently.

"Yes."

Although Harry said so, looking at his frown, you can tell how conflicted his thoughts were.

"If you ask me, you are still too young to realize the importance of this matter."

"My injury is a small matter, but if something happens to Malfoy, will Hagrid still be able to attend his class?"

"Even if I can seal his mouth, can I run outside the school and seal Lucius' mouth?"

"Don't even mention what will happen to Buckbeak. Who knows, the Ministry of Magic might send someone to chop off the poor little guy's head?"

Dudley, however, did not look injured at all, and was eating the oatmeal and chicken breast in front of him in big mouthfuls.

Miss Granger said nothing, she just looked at Dudley worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's okay. It's just a superficial wound. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to play that kid, I would have a ready-made white fresh essence on hand."

Harry and the others finally noticed that there was a small brown dropper bottle hanging around Dudley's neck.

"Can you make this?"

Ron finally swallowed his mouthful of meat and vegetables and his eyes widened.

"Ah, Snape's Christmas present from last year."

This caused a huge uproar. Harry and Ron's mouths suddenly opened wide, as if they could fit two boiled eggs.

This is Snape!

That big bat who is totally prejudiced against Gryffindors!

He actually gave you a gift?

The matter was not resolved and ended with Dudley punching each of the two shouting boys.

However, the trauma of being almost attacked meant that poor Drag did not return to class until Thursday - which was Potions class.

"What's up, Draco, are you okay?"

Pansy Parkinson had a silly smile on her face.

"Okay... okay, no big deal."

Draco put on a brave face. He raised his head and looked towards Gryffindor. His expression changed for a moment and then he immediately lowered his head.

"Sit down."

Snape said lazily, but he was muttering in his heart.

"It's time to go drink with that guy tonight."

As he thought about it, Snape looked around to see the progress of everyone in preparing the "Shrinking Potion".

Fortunately, Malfoy was not really injured, so Harry and Ron did not need to "diligently" help him. At the end of the Potions class, Neville successfully prepared the potion and Gryffindor was not deducted five points.

Not to mention the elusive Miss Granger, time quickly came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"good afternoon."

"Please put your textbooks back into your bags. Today is a practical lesson. You only need your wands."

Professor Lupin, looking much better, walked slowly into the classroom, and his eyes inevitably turned to the unusually tall figure in the corner.

If he hadn't talked to Dumbledore, he wouldn't have known that this underage wizard had accomplished so many feats!

It seems that my practical classes will face great challenges.

Lupin couldn't help but think that even if he turned into a werewolf on a full moon night, he wouldn't be able to compete with the giant Dudley.