Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

"Charms class is really a physical job."

Grunting and chewing a baked potato, Dudley stretched his sore arms.

Of course, the system did not give him a reward like "Mastery of Levitation Spell", so he could only continuously "generate" airflow to keep the poor feather in the air instead of falling down.

Being strong doesn't mean having extraordinary endurance. At least, Dudley feels like his body is falling apart.

"Wouldn't that be too hurtful to her?"

Harry, who was also chewing a potato in the skin, asked Ron worriedly about the fact that Hermione had not shown up all afternoon.

"I...ah, I didn't mean it."

Ron felt a little dejected, and the food in front of him didn't seem to taste good anymore.

Even Ron only ate half of his favorite chicken legs.

"Don't worry, Miss Granger is just crying somewhere, it's nothing serious."

After quickly finishing off the British specialties, Dudley looked forward to the next show.

Soon, Professor Quirrell, reeking of garlic, rushed into the hall, stammering and shouting.

"The giant... the giant monster... is in the underground classroom!"

"I thought you guys should know..."

Professor Quirrell fell to the floor, unconscious.

Dumbledore stood up suddenly.

"Prefect, take the students from each college back to the dormitories immediately!"

The students started to make a lot of noise. For the seniors, this kind of commotion happened several times a year, but the existence of the giant monster was indeed particularly dangerous. The freshmen, on the other hand, were in an uproar.

Percy was very familiar with this and he quickly took the Gryffindor freshmen away.

"How could the troll get in?"

Harry was puzzled.

"Perhaps Peeves let it in? Some fun for Halloween?"

Ron shrugged and they followed into the crowded crowd. Harry blinked and wanted to ask his cousin's opinion, but when he turned around, he found that Dudley was gone.

Ron reacted quickly. He scratched the back of his head and suddenly thought of someone.

"Hermione!"

The two of them exclaimed at the same time.

Dudley walked through the empty corridor. Due to the timing, Snape failed to notice him. He soon arrived at the girls' room and heard Hermione sobbing.

"Wake up, Miss Granger, there's a troll in Hogwarts!"

Pulling open the compartment door, Hermione looked at the burly man in front of her in surprise and even forgot to cry.

"Dudley? How...how did you find this place..."

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Hurry up and leave. You'll cry when the giant monster's stick falls on your head!"

Mr. Dursley was a gentle and considerate man. He grabbed Hermione's arm. Miss Granger cried out in pain and squatted on the ground with a stiff expression.

"My legs are numb..."

Hermione tried to take a few steps stubbornly, but the numbness and pain in her feet prevented her from continuing to be stubborn.

"Tsk."

Dudley sighed and crouched down with his back towards Hermione.

"Come up, I'll carry you."

Hermione's face flushed red all of a sudden, but the sound of huge and heavy footsteps forced her to temporarily let go of her reserve. She reluctantly lay on Dudley's broad back and hugged his neck tightly.

Dudley sniffed and smelled an extremely foul odor. If it was the smell of the women's toilet, that was impossible. Miss Granger, who loved cleanliness, didn't seem to be a sloppy person. What else could have such a smell except a troll?

As expected, a grey head, sleeker than Dudley's, poked its head into the room.

"Troll!"

Miss Granger screamed, and the three-meter-tall troll immediately found the object of his furious desire and walked towards Dudley and Hermione with the thick wooden stick in hand.

To say that it was walking would not be quite appropriate. With its height of more than three meters, its steps were like an adult man running. Soon, the giant monster squeezed into the toilet.

"Boom!"

Half of his body had knocked the sink down, and water was gushing out from the crack, as if it was raining lightly in the toilet. Hermione closed her eyes in fear, not daring to look at what was happening.

"Okay, that's really interesting, huh?"

Dudley pulled out a rope from somewhere and tied himself and Hermione tightly. Then, without caring whether poor Miss Granger was conscious or not, Dudley fumbled in the wide robe for a long time and finally found a pair of boxing gloves.

The giant monster's brain, which was no bigger than a walnut kernel, could not understand what the "little thing" in front of him was doing.

"See? This is a good thing to protect you from being beaten to death by your brother D."

"Thanks to the perfect boxing system in modern times!"

"Fuck it, Brother D's killing punch! Just lose, you bastard!"

Dudley took quick steps and shook his head vigorously. Then he leaped up suddenly and hit the troll's chin with an uppercut.

"Ouch!!"

With a miserable wail, the huge body over three meters tall and as heavy as gravel, along with the extremely heavy wooden stick, was knocked flying by Dudley!

When Harry and Ron avoided Severus and hurried here, they saw Dudley performing the "Rising Dragon Fist".

"Bull dagger!"

Ron's staff fell to the ground and he couldn't help but utter the catchphrase that Dudley taught him.

“The walls are collapsing.”

Harry calmly raised his eyes. With his cousin around, nothing would be a surprise.

"Who else can be a match for my iron fist! Kouya!!!"

Dudley raised his hands excitedly, only to see the troll struggling to stand up from the rubble of the toilet.

"Ow!"

The sound of bone cracking from his jaw made the stupid big guy realize that the villain in front of him was about to seriously injure him. The extremely angry giant raised the big stick in his hand and threw it heavily at Dudley.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Without thinking, Ron picked up the staff and chanted the first spell that came to his mind.

The wooden stick suddenly stopped in the air, and then fell from the sky very high, with the sound of wind.

"boom!"

There was a loud hollow sound, and the giant monster's eyes froze, and then his tall body fell heavily to the ground.

For a moment, no one spoke.

"So... is it dead?"

Hermione's voice came faintly.

"Hermione? When did you wake up?"

Dudley quickly untied the rope around his waist, because the previous contact had made him feel something he shouldn't feel.

"When you yelled at Brother D to kill you."

Miss Granger sighed helplessly, her face still full of inexplicable blush.

The four of them looked at each other, and soon, hurried footsteps were heard, and McGonagall, Snape, and Professor Quirrell, with wide eyes, appeared in the women's bathroom - or rather, in the ruins of the bathroom.

"Who can tell me what happened?"

There was a hint of shock, a hint of anger, and at the same time, a barely perceptible hint of helplessness in Minerva's voice.