Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Aunt Petunia's heart moved. "Maybe someone cast a spell here, causing Dudley to fall."

They continued to search the surroundings together, trying to find more clues. Suddenly, Dumbledore stopped and stared ahead.

"What did you find?" Aunt Petunia asked nervously.

Dumbledore pointed to a forest in the distance. "Look, there's some strange movement over there."

DeBrido observed the movement in the woods, followed closely by Aunt Petunia, their eyes fixed on the woods in the distance. The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making low sounds, as if some unusual activities were happening there.

"There seems to be something over there." Aunt Petunia said vigilantly.

De Blido replied softly, "Let's go over and take a look."

The two of them quietly walked through the woods, taking cautious steps. The atmosphere around them seemed to become more tense, and the sound of the breeze among the leaves seemed to become more harsh.

Suddenly, a strange creature jumped out from the bushes, with a nimble and agile figure. Aunt Penny and Debrido immediately stopped and looked ahead nervously.

The creature was slender, covered with a layer of silver feathers, and had a pair of wings at the end that shone with green light. Its eyes were bright and sharp, exuding a strange wisdom.

"It's... a griffon," DeBlido whispered, his expression turning serious.

Aunt Petunia's heart moved. "Griffin? That's a very dangerous creature."

Griffins are mysterious and powerful creatures said to possess otherworldly strength and wisdom. Deblido's presence seemed to alert the griffin, and it began to slowly approach them.

"Let's not piss it off," DeBrido warned, trying to remain calm.

Aunt Petunia also realized the danger and took a few steps back cautiously. Griffin's eyes flashed with a trace of vigilance, as if he was observing their every move.

Suddenly, a sharp cry came from not far away, which attracted Griffin's attention. It stopped, turned around, and ran towards the direction of the sound.

Aunt Petunia and Debridore breathed a sigh of relief and watched Griffin go away. "It seems we didn't annoy it."

De Bredo nodded. "Let's continue searching and see if there are any more clues."

The two returned to the river and began to carefully look for any possible clues or traces. Aunt Penny's eyes stopped on a rock, and she suddenly found some strange symbols on the rock.

"Debrido, what do you think this is?" Aunt Petunia asked, pointing to the symbol on the rock.

Debredo walked over and took a closer look. "These symbols... look like some kind of ancient magical runes."

Aunt Petunia's heart moved. "Could someone have cast a spell here?"

DeBrido frowned. "It seems that Dudley's fall was not an accident."

Arya and her friend, a girl with black hair and blue eyes, were playing by the river. They held long bamboo poles and splashed in the water, playing excitedly. The riverside scenery was pleasant, and the sun shone through the treetops on the water, making the water sparkle.

"Come on, Arya, let's go fishing together!" the little friend shouted with a smile.

Arya followed her excitedly, and together they explored the water, trying to catch the small fish that swam around. Their laughter echoed along the river, occasionally attracting a few curious birds to fly over and watch.

Suddenly, a tall boy appeared in front of them, with an arrogant and provocative expression on his face.

"Arya, what are you doing here?" the boy asked coldly.

Arya looked up, her brows furrowed slightly. "Joffrey, what do you want? We're playing a game."

Joffrey laughed sarcastically. "Playing games? Don't you think that's childish?"

Arya's friend lowered his head uncomfortably, but Arya didn't seem afraid. "We like it this way. We don't need you to tell us what to do."

Joffrey's face turned even darker. "You are a little girl, you don't know anything." He sneered.

Arya's eyes flashed with anger, and she clenched the bamboo pole in her hand. "Go away, we don't need you."

Joffrey's expression grew more arrogant. "You want me to go away? You can do it."

At this time, Arya's friends tried to pull her away, but Arya refused to back down. She faced Joffrey fearlessly and showed a firm attitude.

Suddenly, Joffrey reached out and grabbed the bamboo pole in Arya's hand, trying to pull it away from her. Arya immediately became angry and struggled hard to keep the bamboo pole in her hand.

"Let go!" Arya screamed through gritted teeth.

The atmosphere by the river became tense, the surrounding birds flew into chaos in fright.

At this moment, a figure appeared not far away. It was Arya's brother, a handsome and resolute young man with a long sword in his hand.

"Joffrey, let go of my sister!" the brother growled sternly, a warning gleam in his eyes.

Joffrey turned pale when he saw his brother coming, and he dropped his hand, trying to look nonchalant.

"I was only joking, and meant no harm," Joffrey tried to explain.

Arya's brother was unmoved. "Next time this happens, I won't show mercy."

Joffrey said nothing more, and hurried away from the river. Her brother watched him go away, then turned to Arya and her friends.

"Are you okay?" my brother asked with concern.

Arya smiled. "It's okay, brother. Thank you for saving me."

The brother smiled. "My sisters' safety is my most important thing."

The atmosphere by the river gradually returned to calm, and Arya and her friends continued to enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. Her brother stood aside, looking around vigilantly, protecting them.

Meanwhile, Aunt Penny and Deblito are still searching for clues on the rocks by the river. The ancient runes on the rocks caught their attention, and it seems that these runes are not ordinary magic symbols.

"These runes seem to be a little special." Deblido said with a frown.

Aunt Petunia stared at the rune. "Perhaps it's an ancient tracking rune, used to guide or record some kind of information."

Debredo's eyes sparkled. "Perhaps, these runes may lead us to the answer."

Arya and her friends continued to play by the river. The water was clear and cool, and the summer sun shone on them, reflecting the glimmer on the water. Arya enjoyed this quiet time while keeping an eye on the movement near the river bank.