Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Peeves would naturally not pass up any opportunity to bark, but when Dumbledore appeared, his barking became almost flattering.

"Ah, it's you, Mr. Principal."

"She was hiding in the bushes, crying so hard."

Finally, the mischievous guy added something hypocritically.

"Poor fellow."

"Did she say who did it?"

Dumbledore's tone was as gentle as ever, but Dudley, standing beside him, could sense a silence like a volcano about to erupt.

"That's the one - Sirius Black."

Soon, Dumbledore ordered all Gryffindor students to return to the Great Hall. After a while, students from other colleges also came, and everyone was confused.

"The teachers and I need to conduct a comprehensive search of the castle. For everyone's safety, I'm afraid we'll have to stay here tonight."

With a wave of his hand, the long tables leaned obediently against the wall. With another wave of his hand, hundreds of soft purple sleeping bags appeared in the center of the auditorium.

"Sleep well."

Dumbledore said this last time and walked out.

Obviously, the students were already gossiping over the news, so how could they be willing to go to bed? Even if Percy shouted at the top of his lungs to turn off the lights in ten minutes, he couldn't stop the whispers in the hall.

"I haven't drank my protein powder yet."

Dudley complained as he grabbed four sleeping bags and placed them in the corner.

"Come on, with such a dangerous wanted criminal hiding in Hogwarts, it's good to be able to sleep."

Ron grunted and dove into his sleeping bag, zipping it shut.

After a whole night of searching, not a single dog hair was found in the entire Hogwarts. The next day, the students returned to their respective dormitories.

After that, the rumors about Sirius Black began to become more and more outrageous.

Some said he could Apparate, some said he could disguise himself, and the recognized iron-hat king Hannah Abbott even claimed that Sirius Black could turn into a flowering shrub.

"This is getting more and more outrageous. Animagus can't turn into plants."

Hermione shrugged off the rumors.

And since the Fat Lady could not return to the portrait for the time being, the door of the Gryffindor common room was replaced by Sir Cadogan, the knight with a fat gray pony.

This made everyone very unhappy, because this knight spent almost half of his time every day provoking others to duel with him, and the other half of his time was coming up with some ridiculously complicated passwords, which he changed at least twice a day.

But for Dudley, this was nothing - after all, although Sir Cadogan was reckless, he was not stupid. Facing this giant monster, he maintained full respect. Dudley didn't even need a password to enter, and the main feature was facial recognition.

"It's a good thing he's brave enough. No other portrait artist would dare to take on such a dangerous job."

Percy didn't mind this either.

But this was just a small episode, and the one who suffered the most was Harry.

Almost every time he appeared outside the common room, a teacher would find an excuse to go with him, to escort - or rather, to monitor his daily movements, and Percy followed him everywhere, and even Dudley's repeated persuasion failed to convince this arrogant "police dog".

But Harry didn't think so. When he was called away by Professor McGonagall, he explained his thoughts - he must participate in this Quidditch match.

Because this may be the last Quidditch game that Senior Wood participates in.

And Gryffindor has yet to win a championship!

"...Of course, if you insist on participating..."

"Mr. Dursley must also attend, or watch from the sidelines at every match."

Professor McGonagall gave Harry's final instructions in response to his insistence.

The most shocking thing was that the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts class somehow became Severus Snape, Gryffindor's least favorite.

"He said he was feeling very unwell today and couldn't come to class."

Snape looked unhappy.

Even though this was his dream position as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

But after all, not everyone in Gryffindor is Dudley Dursley.

So Snape was still in a bad mood when facing these little griffins.

"What's up with him?"

The one who asked the question was Dudley, and when he saw it was him, Snape's expression softened a little.

"Nothing's life-threatening—if you want to go, I'm afraid he's... well."

"I think he wants to tell you."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all stared.

Isn't what Snape said an obvious hint?

And looking at Dudley's face, he clearly understood!

These two people actually have a common secret?

Dudley didn't bother to explain. He stood up, clasped his fists, and rushed out of the classroom.

"Today we are going to discuss--werewolves."

As if he didn't see Dudley rushing out of the classroom in front of him, Snape clapped his hands and the open door closed immediately, and a burst of complaints suddenly rang out in the classroom.

It was raining heavily and there was no one around the Quidditch pitch.

This should also be Dumbledore's instruction.

Dudley ran quickly in the rain, and soon he found the lonely figure standing in the middle.

"Ha! Dear professor, you are finally willing to fight with me!"

Dudley's hearty laughter could be heard amid the dense rain. He quickly threw off his robe and wand, and his fists were covered with a pair of silver brass knuckles.

"Woo?"

The werewolf's eyes immediately locked onto Dudley, who was flying towards him.

A strange and doubtful sound came out of his mouth.

Immediately, the werewolf's heavy body was knocked away by a knee strike.

"How about this now!"

"Dear professor, how do you feel now? How do you feel about your teeth?"

Dudley laughed strangely, as if he was a devil from some stereotype, and shook his neck wildly in the heavy rain.

"Ouch!"

The werewolf, or rather, the transformed Professor Lupin, immediately let out an angry roar.

He suddenly crouched down, like a real wild wolf, on all fours, and pounced on Dudley, his mouth full of sharp teeth and spitting deadly saliva.

"Well done!"

Without dodging or evading, Dudley let the werewolf Lupin pounce on his chest and bite his neck!

With a "clang", Dudley's neck was completely intact!

Not even a tooth mark was left!

On the other hand, one of the werewolf's large teeth had become loose, and blood from his gums was slowly dripping into the mud on the ground.

Even the werewolf who had lost his mind was completely confused.

What is this guy's body made of?

Just as he was stunned, a fist had already hit his chin hard.

"That's it?"

Dudley's tone was very disappointed!