Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Malfoy was stunned.

He was born into a noble family and his family was well-educated. How could he have ever seen such a vulgar gesture?

Of course, smart children can always learn a lot of things about the adult world in advance, so Malfoy understands the meaning of this middle finger.

"Potter! You...you..."

Crabbe and Goyle behind them looked at each other in confusion. Their limited brains were not enough to understand what Harry meant. Similarly, they were puzzled by Malfoy's stuttering.

"Uneducated troll!"

"Muggles are Muggles. Even the descendants of wizards can degenerate into this state!"

Draco Malfoy, who was born into a pure-blood family, was so furious that his white teeth were itching. He trembled and finally remembered what he was going to do.

"Listen, I want to duel with you!"

"If you have no objection, it will be tonight, a duel between wizards! Only wands are allowed - no contact!"

With some fear, Malfoy took a step back and emphasized the word "wizard" after taking a look at Dudley, who was sitting next to Hermione and staring at him with his honest eyes.

The lackey duo were stupid, but they still told Malfoy who was responsible for his inexplicable coma before the entrance ceremony.

Malfoy shuddered, rubbing his still sore chin.

"Why, you haven't heard of a wizard duel?"

However, facing Harry, Malfoy was still full of confidence.

"Of course he has heard of it."

Ron finally swallowed the chicken in his mouth and glared at Malfoy fiercely.

"Dudley and I are his assistants. What about you?"

"Crabbe and Goyle, at midnight, in the trophy room, which is never locked."

After taking a deep look at Dudley, Malfoy quickly left with his lackeys.

"You're not really going to duel, are you?"

Hermione finally interrupted, looking at the three boys in front of her in amazement.

"Don't ever wander around the school at night! Just think how many points you'll lose for Gryffindor if you get caught!"

Miss Granger was quite a team player. She severely criticized Harry and Ron for their "selfishness", but she didn't bother with Dudley who was standing next to them.

"Can we have a quiet meal here?"

Ron hasn't figured it out yet. Besides, how many kids of this age care about relationships with the opposite sex?

"This matter really has nothing to do with you."

Harry also tore off a piece of the fruit pie.

Hermione was furious and was choked by the two good brothers and couldn't speak.

"Ah, will points be deducted if you get caught?"

"Wouldn't it be fine if there were no witnesses?"

Miss Granger listened to the naive words, but her clever little head could not think of any objection for a moment, so she stood up, said something, and walked away awkwardly.

"a bunch of idiots!"

Dudley shrugged.

"Miss Granger is still quite proud."

Ron pouted and Harry frowned, but the three grown men continued to eat with relish.

Soon it was night, and the two of them sneaked with their wands and tiptoed to the Gryffindor common room - Dudley was already waiting for them there.

"I can't believe you would actually do this, Harry."

The light suddenly came on. It was Dudley's streetlight wand. Miss Hermione Granger, wearing pink pajamas and looking angry, was staring at the two teenagers.

"Who asked you to come?"

Ron looked particularly annoyed.

"Damn it, cousin, why don't you say anything?"

Harry slapped his forehead in annoyance, but saw Dudley behind the chair with an innocent smile.

"Miss Granger cares about you, gentlemen. Perhaps you should treat her with more respect."

Picking up the street lamp, Dudley's steps became particularly heavy.

"Who cares about you?"

Hermione's brows relaxed a little, and Dudley's words made her feel happy. However, when she thought of the terrible consequences of being caught, she still tried her best to stop this private duel.

Dudley smiled secretly in his heart, if these two really listened to Hermione, would they still be Gryffindor students?

Sure enough, the two hot-blooded teenagers would not listen to any dissuasion. Soon, they found Neville lost in the corridor.

He returned the Memory Ball to him, and with Neville's grateful eyes and Hermione's reluctant grumbles, Dudley asked Hermione to take Neville away. Perhaps it was because Dudley's arms were too broad, or because she had witnessed his strength with her own eyes, Hermione did not raise any objection this time.

"Merlin's beard...Dudley, you really have a way with girls!"

Ron couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Hush, let's go."

Harry gestured, and the three of them quickly went up to the fourth floor and arrived at the trophy display room.

The bright moonlight shone through the windows, illuminating the scene before them. Trophies, medals, shields and statues were glowing, but Malfoy and his two lackeys were missing.

The three people moved along the wall, and suddenly a voice came from the next room.

"Sniff around, my dear, where they might be hiding."

Harry and Ron's blood ran cold. Wasn't this the school's supervisor, old Filch?

"Damn it! That damn snake tricked us!"

Ron wanted to break his wand.

"What should we do now?"

Harry lowered his voice worriedly and poked Dudley in the waist.

"Take him down, damn it. What's a squib doing so much?"

"Put on what I gave you!"

Dudley smiled oddly, took out three masks from his pocket and distributed them to Harry and Ron one by one.

"Shouldn't we use magic?"

Ron put on the hood, his eyes blinking in confusion from behind his eye holes.

"Come on, what are you going to do? Turn his cat yellow, too?"

Dudley teased and Ron lowered his head in shame, quietly putting his wand back into his waist.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Filch had already walked into the trophy room.

"They're somewhere around here, probably hiding."

Holding the lantern higher, Filch looked around. His cat, Mrs. Norris, was at his feet, sniffing around the house. Suddenly, the few furs on the cat's body stood up and it made a strange hissing sound.

"Aha! I knew it! You guys..."

Filch was overjoyed. He was a cunning and eccentric person who loved to punish students. On the ceiling of his office were iron chains and handcuffs that he had polished to a shine, which showed how perverted this man was.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that in this midnight duel that disrupted the timeline, there was a guy who was even more perverted than him.

"You know Bull Demon!"

There was a loud shout, followed by a loud "boom", and a metal plate glove hit Filch's face hard.

Mrs. Norris meowed and quickly ran away from her owner.

Cats don't know anything.

The cat saw nothing.