Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

The rag was lifted up, revealing a dark, smoky, wood-stubbled piece of—

Broom handle.

There was an incomprehensible owl emblem on it, but even if Filch used his imagination, it could only be a broom handle.

If I must say, the brand is Nimbus 2000?

Blinking, Filch looked in astonishment at Dudley Dursley, who had stood up and was completely covered by a shadow.

"Old Deng, what did you say? Contraband?"

"Open your piss-bubs and take a good look!"

"This is my broom handle!"

Obviously, there are differences between the time travelers. For example, our dear Mr. Dudley did not adapt to the British style of sarcasm, but spoke directly in a sweet voice. The magical metaphors from the East are not inferior even if they are substituted into the language of this world.

At the very least, Filch's face turned red with embarrassment.

Although he enjoyed punishing his students, he could not do anything to them without solid evidence or permission from a professor.

At least, the broom handle in front of me has nothing to do with contraband.

Of course Miss Granger was very understanding.

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

Hermione tugged at Dudley's sleeve. Although she felt a sense of pleasure in her heart, considering Filch's reputation in Hogwarts, she still symbolically stopped Dudley.

"Wound his horse's head!"

Mr. Dursley was at full speed and Filch fled in disgrace, he was too embarrassed to stay any longer.

Soon, silence returned to Hagrid's hut.

"Finally gone, what an old man."

Dudley sat down on Hagrid's chair. Perhaps the only furniture in the room that could accommodate his size was Hagrid's, who was also a giant.

"How do you know he's following?"

Hermione was somewhat confused and curious. She began to realize that this well-built cousin of Harry's didn't seem to have a simple mind either.

"What kind of good person would light an oil lamp and walk in the snow in the middle of the afternoon?"

Dudley shrugged and spat rudely.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Filch didn't have any "fluorescent flashes", and there was naturally no such thing as a flashlight in the wizarding world, so Filch could be easily spotted from a long distance away by the dim light.

"You're quite smart, but why do you pretend like that?"

Hermione picked up the broom handle from the table and looked at Dudley thoughtfully.

"what?"

Dudley played dumb, with a big, honest face full of smiles.

"Don't play dumb with me!"

"You knew it was Professor Quirrell's doing, and that's why you rushed there, right?"

"During the Quidditch match, you seemed to have known that Harry's broom would get out of control! That's why you got to him in time!"

Hermione was almost irritated by his behavior, so she simply revealed all her findings.

"Ah? So Miss Granger is paying so much attention to me. Well... I'm still a minor."

Dudley scratched his head, trying to change the subject.

"Including the troll in the basement!"

"Ron and Harry already told me! When they were about to return to the common room, you were nowhere to be seen!"

"Did you know from the beginning that I was there?"

The barrage of questions made Dudley curl his lips and he could only applaud.

"As expected... you are the only brain of the Iron Triangle, Hermione. You are much smarter than the other two."

Miss Granger was stunned. She looked at the rough man in front of her with surprise. Her eyes, which were not very bright to begin with, suddenly flashed with wisdom.

"Okay, I admit, I do know something."

Dudley rolled up his sleeves, revealing his wrists, which were the remnants of the flames that had formed from the oath rope when he and Dumbledore swore an oath.

"You...you swore an unbreakable vow? What was the content of the vow?"

Hermione was startled, and after a little thought, she figured out the origin of this unique mark.

"Protect Harry, my cousin, from the Dark Lord."

"At least he won't be killed like my uncle and aunt by a guy whose name you dare not say."

Dudley looked a little odd.

In fact, Harry's life experience was simply a stupid choice.

Why didn't Lily and James choose Dumbledore as the secret keeper? Instead, they believed in Sirius's "spiritual power" and chose Peter Pettigrew?

If this were the case, Harry Potter's parents would not have died, and his growth path would have been more pleasant, instead of enduring the strange looks of Petunia and Vernon like before he traveled through time. A warm childhood is particularly important for a person's growth.

In other words, Harry himself is a kind child. Otherwise, if it were anyone else, Voldemort would have to surrender to the Ministry of Magic overnight, just to prevent this new devil from doing this and that to him.

Therefore, from the first moment Dudley came here, he had a firm belief.

Not only does he want to protect Harry and change Harry's childhood, he also wants to rewrite history so that those who should not have died can survive and witness the annihilation of the Dark Lord with their own eyes.

Cedric, Lupin, Tonks, Moody, Sirius, Fred...

Dudley didn't notice that while he was lost in thought, Hermione didn't say a word, but just stared into his eyes, as if there were thousands of worlds in them.

Miss Granger was a little absent-minded. She herself was a strong-willed and unwavering Gryffindor, but if it were her, would she make such an "unbreakable vow"?

You must know that this is the most severe oath in the wizarding world. If you fail to abide by the oath, you will die immediately, without exception.

"So, there are some things that are difficult for me to fully explain to you."

"But Miss Granger is a smart person, so I trust you to keep my secret."

Dudley made a gesture. In fact, after integrating into this world, the memory of his past life was slowly fading away. Except for those particularly critical plot points, he could no longer remember many details.

"Of course I will."

Hermione solemnly held out her hand to Dudley and shook it.

Dudley breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Miss Granger was not Rubeus Hagrid, who kept his mouth shut. Dudley was still willing to believe what she said.

"So, this emblem was created by Professor Quirrell."

"Including the troll in the basement?"

"So, what does he want to do? What does he want to get?"

"As a dark wizard, he has many ways to assassinate Harry, right?"

Due to the deviation in the timeline, Hermione and Harry did not encounter Peeves, nor did they see the sleeping three-headed dog.

"Well... have you ever heard of Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone?"

The conversation between the two was drowned in the howling wind and snow.

Christmas is getting closer.