Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

"Flint! It's our training time!"

Wood descended to the ground angrily, almost spitting on the face of the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

"Oh, don't get excited, this place is huge."

Flint, however, was smiling, with a cunning look on his face, like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken.

He was a little bigger than Wood, so he didn't care about Wood's threat.

“I have reserved the court.”

Wood quickly calmed down because he saw Dudley and Harry falling from the sky one after another, and his heart was at ease.

"You are right, but I have here a note from Professor Snape. Look, 'I, Severus Snape, allow the Slytherin team to practice on the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seeker.'"

"Is it clear enough?"

Marcus Flint proudly showed the note. Wood looked at it carefully and found that they had indeed obtained the dean's approval. However, his attention was attracted by the second half of the sentence.

"You got a new Seeker? Who is he? Where is he?"

Slatlin's team members immediately moved aside, revealing a shorter guy with a slicked-back blond hair behind them.

It was Draco Malfoy.

"Awesome, find Lucius Malfoy's son as the Seeker, Slytherin has no one left."

Fred said sarcastically.

"Oh? Then please take a look at this generous gift that Draco's father gave to our Slytherin team."

Flint laughed wildly. He snapped his fingers, and all the Slytherins raised their flying brooms. On the shiny brooms were printed golden words "Nimbus 2001".

"The latest model just came out last month. Haha, it seems to be faster than the Nimbus 2000?"

"As for your sweep series..."

Looking at Fred and George's sweeping five stars with disdain, Flint and the Slytherin team laughed together.

"Keep them to sweep the floor. Perhaps you can find their kind in the warehouse where brooms are trained?"

The Gryffindor players who had already landed were angry when they heard this, but they could do nothing about it.

After all, not everyone has such a good father.

Malfoy laughed so happily that he almost showed his teeth.

"At least none of the Gryffindor players need to spend money to buy into the team."

Hermione's voice suddenly came, and she and Ron walked down from the stands at some point.

"No one asked you, you stinking little mudblood."

Brother Drag spoke viciously. His disgust for wizards in Muggle families had been deeply rooted in his head, which had not yet fully formed its worldview, along with the Malfoy family's deformed family education.

This is also the reason why Zhage is always attacked by wizards from different academies.

Hermione's face changed immediately. When she first entered school, Malfoy had insulted her with this extremely vicious name, and now, this dead snake man with slicked-back hair at such a young age actually said that word again?

Ron had already drawn his wand angrily and was about to raise his hand to teach Malfoy a lesson.

But someone moved faster than him.

There were heavy footsteps and a bear-like roar in the distance. Dudley came running over with big strides. Even Harry, who was behind him, only had time to catch the broom handle of the Nimbus 2000 that he threw casually.

"Draco! I'm Aminus!"

"You're a Slytherin, spoiled pretty boy, what right do you have to show off here?"

"Aren't you calling a mudblood?"

"I told you last time, it was just a warning, but this time I'm going to hit your nose so hard that it's concave!"

"Just like the offspring of that love potion!"

To be honest, after shouting so many words, Dudley's speed should not be fast, but the fact is so strange that both Slytherin and Gryffindor players only felt that these words were still lingering in their ears, but a gust of evil wind blew in front of them. Dudley swung his arm and punched Malfoy hard on the nose.

Now it was lively. Brother Zhae's clean, white, cone-shaped face immediately turned red and purple, like poisonous tentacles grown in a greenhouse, so colorful.

"Good fight!"

I don't know who shouted, but from the sound it should be the Weasley family.

Dudley's eyes narrowed even more, almost popping out of their sockets, and veins popped out on his forehead.

"You bastard, how dare you talk back?"

Brother Zha was stunned by the punch, and he instinctively wanted to shout: "I didn't!"

But Dudley always used actions instead of words. As soon as he opened his mouth, he punched Malfoy's chin with great force. With a "crack" sound, the skinny body flew high into the air, and the Nimbus 2001 in his hand also flew out of his hand. A strange sound like a squashed toad suddenly came out of Malfoy's mouth.

In mid-air, seven or eight large teeth with a streak of blood were dancing in the sunlight, which looked indescribably beautiful.

It was not until Draco fell heavily on the lawn that the Slytherin students rushed over to him in grief. Although the Gryffindor team's counterattack was extremely sharp, they could not deny that for the sake of this "sports car" in the wizarding world, they had to worship Draco like an ancestor, right?

Flint was so angry that he roared, and relying on the fact that he was only half a head shorter than Dudley, he stretched out his big hand and was about to pounce on Dudley.

"Damn it, a damn repeater dares to go against Brother D?"

Dudley laughed loudly, but this time he did not attack. He dodged Flint's attack and looked coldly at the furious Slytherin captain.

"Dursley! You're only as strong as your fists. If you're a man, don't use your hands!"

It should be said that Flint was very quick-witted. He did not rush to attack, but stood where he was and shouted loudly.

"Dudley! Don't agree to him! And don't do it!"

Miss Granger, who was still immersed in grief and anger just now, finally came to her senses. She didn't care about the danger and rushed behind Dudley and hugged his waist tightly. Harry also rushed over and pulled Dudley's arm hard, but the two of them together might not be as heavy as Dudley's thigh, so you can imagine how strong they were.

Dudley took a deep breath and gently patted his two best friends who were desperately trying to stop him.

"Even if it violates school rules, I, Brother D, will avenge all wizards from Muggle families!"

"What era is this? Why are you still talking about the pure-blood bullshit theory?"

"Only beasts differentiate between purebloods and half-bloods!"

"The guy lying on the ground over there keeps yelling about being a pure-blood wizard. What does he think he is? A racehorse? Or a fighting dog?"

"That thing over there that looks like a troll, I, your brother D, will give you two arms today!"

When Marcus Flint heard this, his face suddenly lit up with joy!

The Gryffindor students, on the other hand, were frozen in place.