Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Khal Drogo sat in the center of the tent, his figure was tall and straight, his eyes revealed a kind of majesty and authority that made people feel awe. He looked at Dursley and Daenerys with a flash of his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"Prince Dursley, Princess Daenerys, what do you want from me?" Khal Drogo's voice was steady and powerful, and his words revealed majesty and decisiveness.

"Chief Khal Drogo, I hope to have your support. Let us work together to rebuild the ruined kingdom and restore it to its former glory. I am willing to betroth my sister Daenerys to your son as a marriage between us," Dursley's voice was firm and sincere, and his words revealed a kind of sincerity and sincerity.

Khal Drogo frowned slightly when he heard Dursley's proposal, and his eyes turned to Daenerys, as if he was examining her. He knew that Daenerys was a smart woman, and her marriage would have an important impact on the relationship between the Doraske people and the Kingdom of Ruins, so he was quite cautious about Dursley's proposal.

"Your Highness, I need to think about this matter, and I will give you an answer as soon as possible," said Khal Drogo, his voice revealing a sense of thought and contemplation.

"Harry Potter turned to his confidants and said, "Get the troops ready. We need to strengthen the defense of the Wall."

Harry Potter was grateful for Albus's trust. He knew that this was a good opportunity to show his value and a challenge that must be met for the safety of Winterfell and its people. Therefore, he decided to go all out, be loyal to the emperor of the seven kingdoms, and do his best for the safety of the Wall.

As Albus left, Harry Potter returned to the castle and thought about the next response. In the castle hall, he summoned all the generals and officers.

"The threat of the White Walkers is growing. We must strengthen the defense of the Wall." Harry Potter stood in the center of the hall, his voice firm and powerful, "I have promised His Majesty Albus that we will do our best to protect the safety of this land and its people."

The generals nodded solemnly to show their support for Harry Potter's decision. They knew that this was the most critical moment for Winterfell and they must unite to resist the invasion of the White Walkers.

"We need to intensify the repair of the city walls, increase the frequency of patrols, and ensure that every inch of the Great Wall of Despair can be effectively defended." A general stood up and made a suggestion.

"At the same time, we also need to closely monitor the activities of the White Ghosts and understand their movements so that we can respond in time," another general added.

Harry Potter nodded in agreement. He knew that only through close cooperation and effective measures could the threat posed by the white walkers be dealt with.

In Winterfell, on a sunny morning, Minerva felt particularly happy. She inherited her father Harry Potter's adventurous spirit and always liked to explore everywhere. On this day, she suddenly decided to climb to the top of Winterfell to see the panoramic view of the city.

After passing through narrow alleys and stepping over gravel, Minerva finally reached a corner of the castle. She looked up at the towering walls, and an inexplicable excitement surged in her heart. Without hesitation, she began to climb the walls.

During the climb, Minerva felt an incomparable sense of freedom and joy. She used her hands and feet to climb each step steadily, as if she was conquering a mountain of her own.

Finally, she came to the highest point of the wall and overlooked the entire Winterfell. In the distance, the Wall of Despair was faintly visible, like a dragon, winding across the vast land. In the city, the crowds were bustling, and the people living here were busy and fulfilled.

At this moment, Minerva's eyes were attracted by a pair of young people. They were standing on a high place not far away, gazing at each other affectionately. The young man was handsome with bright eyes, while the girl was extremely beautiful, blooming like a flower.

Minerva moved closer out of curiosity, wanting to see them more clearly. She stepped lightly onto a stone and was about to take a step forward when she accidentally stepped on a loose stone, making a slight noise.

The young couple turned their heads at the same time, their eyes resting on Minerva. The young man smiled slightly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Hello, little girl, do you also like to enjoy the scenery here?" the young man asked in a friendly manner.

Minerva felt a little embarrassed, but she answered calmly, "Yes, I like to explore everywhere."

"That's great." The young man smiled and said, "I'm Dumbledore, and this is my twin sister, Cersei."

Cersei smiled and nodded, a hint of tenderness in her eyes. She looked at Minerva and it was as if she saw the shadow of her youth.

"You can also call me Minerva," Minerva replied politely.

The three of them chatted with each other on the wall, sharing their stories and experiences. Dumbledore and Cersei admired Minerva's courage and curiosity, and Minerva respected them in return.

On the wall of Winterfell, Dumbledore, Cersei and Minerva had a very pleasant conversation. They talked about various interesting things in life and shared each other's hobbies and dreams.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, making Minerva's long hair flutter. She closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the sudden breeze.

At this moment, Dumbledore's expression suddenly became serious. A hint of hesitation and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He knew he had to take action, otherwise his secret would be revealed.

"I'm sorry, Minerva," Dumbledore said suddenly, his voice trembling slightly.

Minerva opened her eyes when she heard his voice and looked at him strangely: "What's wrong, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath, knowing that he could not hesitate any longer. He decided to use the most cruel means to protect his and Cersei's secrets.

Before Minerva could react, Dumbledore suddenly reached out and pushed her hard to the edge of the wall.

"Ah!" Minerva screamed, lost her balance and fell downwards.

Cersei was stunned. She didn't expect Dumbledore to do such a cruel thing. She stood there with her eyes wide open, unable to believe what was happening before her eyes.

Dumbledore looked grimly at Minerva's falling figure, with a complex emotion in his heart. He knew that he had chosen a path of no return, but he could not stop.