Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

The original Harry Potter was a proud and twisted person, but now it seems that he is developing in a better direction, thanks to Dudley.

Therefore, Harry was particularly grateful to Dudley, and his relationship with him was even closer than with the other members of the Iron Triangle. After all, they were brothers who grew up in the same family, and many subtle things could not be changed.

Not to mention that our Dudley Dursley has a full script perspective?

The group quickly withdrew their money and parted ways on the marble steps of the bank.

Percy muttered about asking for a new quill, Fred and George saw their good buddy Lee Jordan, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were going to a shop selling old robes, and Mr. Weasley insisted on taking the Grangers to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink.

"Meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour. Also, don't go to Knockturn Alley!"

Mrs. Weasley spoke loudly, the last sentence obviously shouted at the twins.

Four people walked on the cobblestone street. Children spend money as they please. Soon, several large ice creams were stuffed into the hands of Ron and others. The strawberry and peanut butter ice creams were so sweet that they made you feel cool after taking a bite. Dudley, who had recently resumed training, couldn't help but eat them with relish. He could only hope to do a few hundred push-ups later to digest the taste.

After all, the teaching method of Hogwarts is still relatively retro. All the sundries have to be purchased by themselves, even including ink and parchment. Soon, the big bag on Dudley's back was filled to the brim. Almost all the study supplies for the four people were stored in it.

"Aren't you going to go look at the Quidditch uniforms with them?"

Looking across the street at Harry and Ron, who were leaning against the glass window and staring at the full set of Chudley Cannons uniforms, Hermione kicked Dudley's calf.

Somehow, Miss Granger seemed to enjoy kicking and beating Dudley like this. In Hermione's own words, "Even the troll couldn't beat him. Isn't that what having thick skin and flesh is for?"

"It's not interesting. I still prefer more traditional sports. Quidditch relies too much on the seeker."

Dudley snorted twice, playing with a delicate multi-purpose knife in his hand.

"Really? I think so too. If the game ends only when the Snitch is found, then what else do the others need to do?"

Hermione, who is also a Muggle-born and has watched normal sports, was quick to express her dissatisfaction.

"But it's a bit too difficult to ask wizards to play basketball or football. Just imagine, if they collide with the ball, they will fall to the ground like bowling pins."

Pointing at the wizards passing by, all of whom had skinny bodies, Miss Granger chuckled, then realized that Dudley next to her was looking at her with a smile, so she quickly tightened her expression and deliberately turned her head away.

"You'd better smile more."

Dudley said honestly, which girl of this age doesn't like to hear nice things?

Seeing Miss Granger's lips trembling and she was about to cry from trying to hold back her laughter, Dudley whistled, and Harry, who was standing opposite, pulled Ron, who was reluctant to leave, out of the Quidditch boutique.

"Next stop, the junk shop. I'll see if I can find some antiques."

Hermione quickly took the initiative to act as a tour guide, and the group followed the old hen into the second-hand shop like an eagle catching chicks. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Percy in the corner, holding an old book and reading it carefully. The words on the spine of the book were shocking: "How Prefects Get Power".

Dudley was almost laughing like crazy, isn't this a pure bookstore bestseller?

If there were books like "Weakness of Human Nature", "The Art of Thick Black", or "Zeng Guofan Teaches You How to Behave in the World", Dali would have started to doubt whether he was in the UK. But now it seems that no matter which country, there are people who like these success books.

"Of course, Percy is ambitious, he has it all planned out... He wants to be Minister of Magic..."

Ron whispered to everyone as they left.

"How wonderful! The official fan finally got his wish of becoming a high-ranking official."

Harry also learned to make wisecracks, which made Ron and Hermione laugh.

Dudley looked at Harry strangely. Young people nowadays still don't understand the importance of taking exams!

But with this innate talent, I'm afraid every department would be vying for him, right?

An hour later, they walked towards Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, but a large group of people gathered in front of the store, and a banner was hung in front of the upstairs window:

Gilderoy Lockhart autographs and sells autobiography: The Magical Me - Today 12:30-16:30

Hermione cheered and cried out in delight.

"We can meet him in person! Almost all the books on the list were written by him!"

Harry shrugged, Ron pouted, and Dudley even yawned. Seeing her friends' sabotaging expressions, Hermione couldn't help but get angry and kicked Dudley on the shin again.

"Ladies...be quiet...don't crowd..."

A tired voice came from the crowd, and a wizard tried hard to stop the fanatical crowd - most of them were witches of Mrs. Weasley's age, of course, there were also many young faces.

The four of them took a copy of "Breaking with the Female Ghost" and quietly came to where the Weasleys and the Grangers were queuing.

"That's great, we'll be able to see him soon..."

Mrs. Weasley's expression was exactly the same as Hermione's, as if she had a blush of youth. Mr. Weasley next to her had the same expression as his youngest son, pouted his lips, and then continued to ask Muggle-related questions to the Grangers next to him.

Gradually, Gilderoy Lockhart's head of golden hair came into view. He was sitting behind a table, surrounded by large photos of himself, as if countless Lockharts were winking at them. Dudley chuckled, and Mrs. Weasley and Hermione immediately gave him strange looks.

"why are you laughing!"

"I think of happy things."

Dudley still held himself together. He felt that if he continued like this, sooner or later Miss Granger would kick his calves into a pulp.

Doesn't the Lockhart in front of us look like a pure scholar?

"Who is surrounded by this line of cinnabar~"

Singing in a high-pitched and strange voice, like the cry of a house-elf, a short figure suddenly jumped out in front of Dudley, holding a camera and taking pictures of Lockhart.

Every time the shutter button was pressed, the flash would flash and a puff of purple smoke would come out of the camera.

"Get out of the way! This is for the Daily Prophet!"

The short man seemed to have a very bad temper. He stepped on Ron's instep. Ron's face sank. Dudley, who was standing next to him, suddenly reached out and slapped the man who was not looking at the road to the ground.

"What are you doing!"

The camera was almost dropped, and the short man was about to curse, but when he saw the tall and strong Dudley, he immediately left obediently. Lockhart, who was behind the table, also saw the group of people.

"Isn't this Harry Potter?"