Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

In Hogwarts, good news travels a thousand miles, but bad news has to travel at least one hundred and four hundred and five hundred and fourteen miles. Early in the morning, the news that Colin Creevey was attacked and lay like a stone statue in the school hospital replaced the bloody words on the wall and the poor cat and became the most popular topic of the moment.

Even the most daring students did not dare to act alone. They always gathered in groups of three or five, for fear that if they were left alone, they would be turned into stone by the mysterious attacker.

Ron's sister, Ginny Weasley, has also been very upset recently because Colin Creevey is her desk mate. Under Dudley's "instigation", Harry took the initiative to approach and comfort Ginny with kind words. Although the little girl's smile was very forced, the twins and Percy still admired her.

"Harry has to take action. As brothers, we can't get anyone to say anything that matters to us."

Fred commented sourly.

Percy rolled his eyes at him and George, who was making a face, and smiled gratefully at Dudley.

Amulets and talismans were popular during this period, and Dudley watched Neville spend half a Galleon to buy a stinking green garlic, a pointed amethyst, and a rotting newt tail. Every day he emitted a strange smell, which made Dudley think of Professor Quirrell, who wore a turban and smelled sour every day.

But he still had the good sense to tell Neville that he was a pure-blood and didn't have to worry about such attacks.

"It's better to be prepared. Besides, they attacked Filch first."

"Everyone knows that I'm pretty much the same as a Squib."

His words naturally led to a beating from Dudley - during training, of course.

It seems that there is still a long way to go before this future sword master, who was born cowardly, can be transformed into a truly brave man.

In the blink of an eye, it was December, and Professor McGonagall had already started counting the students who would stay in school for the holidays. All four of them signed their names because Ron had found out that Malfoy would also stay in school. In the trio's mind, he was one step closer to becoming the "heir of Slytherin", and everyone couldn't help but become suspicious.

But Dudley never cared.

To be honest, with Zhaage's weak character, what can he do?

What's more, his Malfoy family has little relationship with Salazar Slytherin's blood.

Even if it was Tom Riddle, the instigator of this incident, he was just borrowing someone else's name to cause trouble. As for the bloodline - a product of a love potion, what the hell did he know!

But when it is time to contribute, you still have to lend a hand. In Snape's Potions class, Dudley made a perfect three-pointer and threw the fiery fireworks he got from the twins into Goyle's cauldron. There was chaos in the classroom, the full jar of swelling potion splashed everywhere, and Malfoy's nose swelled up like a balloon.

In these five chaotic minutes, Miss Granger had completed the task perfectly and obtained the remaining two herbs. According to Hermione, the Polyjuice Potion could be perfectly brewed in just two weeks.

But right now, there are more exciting things to do.

Duel Club!

If Dudley's Fighting Club could only be considered a minor brawl, and its competition was more like actual sparring, then the Dueling Club, which could now put up posters on the walls of the foyer, had more or less the official endorsement of Hogwarts. Everyone was discussing whether Professor Flitwick, who looked short in stature but had actually been a duelling champion when he was young, should host this event.

So, at eight o'clock in the evening, the students who came to the auditorium pinched their noses in pain.

Because standing on the stage was the same Lockhart, who was still as flamboyant as ever and had changed into a purple robe.

Now that half of the school year had passed, anyone with eyes could recognize what kind of person Lockhart was. Only a few fangirls still persisted in worshipping him, and even Miss Granger, a former fangirl, now had a somewhat indifferent attitude.

However, of course, a powerful cousin contributed to this.

Anyway, as soon as Harry and Ron saw Lockhart, their faces immediately fell, with disgust written all over their faces. Especially when they saw Snape, who was still wearing a black robe, standing next to him, they felt even worse.

"Well, Professor Dumbledore allowed me to start this little duelling club to fully train everyone in spells in case everyone needs to defend themselves one day in the future."

The students in the audience consciously filtered out the expected self-boasting and pop-up advertisements in the second half of the sentence.

"Well, let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape. He told me that he also knows a thing or two about dueling..."

Dudley's face tightened. Know something?

He hasn't shown you his Shadowless Sword yet!

"He also graciously agreed to assist me with a small demonstration before class - don't worry, I will return your Potions teacher to you in one piece!"

"Can't both of us stand up?"

Ron muttered quietly, and Snape's eyes suddenly glared at him. Ron was so scared that he shrank his head and hid behind Dudley.

However, the two people on the stage quickly moved a few steps apart and bowed to each other.

Snape's movements were somewhat reluctant, as if he had just nodded, but Lockhart had more tricks. He swiped his hands across his chest, dancing like a magic trick for a while before he raised his wand in front of himself and swung it vigorously. The two of them raised their wands and aimed at each other not far away as if they were in a fencing competition.

"On the count of three, we'll cast our first spell!"

"one two three!"

As soon as the words fell, the two men raised their hands at the same time. Snape's speed was obviously faster and more clean, and he shouted: "Expelliarmus!"

A red light shot out from the tip of the wand, hitting Lockhart in the chest, and then flew backwards, out of the dueling arena, and hit the wall hard, then slid slowly to the ground like a character in a cartoon, and curled up into a ball.

On Malfoy's side, the Slytherin students also burst into enthusiastic cheers and applause. Harry and the other two remained silent, but Dudley applauded generously.

Putting aside the trouble he had caused for Gryffindor, Severus Snape was still a very capable and experienced wizard, both in Potions and dueling.

Over there, Lockhart also stood up shakily.

"It's a Disarming Charm - ah, yes, it's a very useful spell to show the students."

"But your intention just now was really obvious. Don't mind me saying this. If I want to stop you, it will be effortless..."

Lockhart, who was the most stubborn person in the whole body, looked up and met Snape's almost murderous eyes. He curled his lips and swallowed his original words.

"That's the end of the demonstration! Now I'm going to split you into teams of two!"

Snape smiled grimly.

If I can’t deal with the giant monster standing over there, can I deal with you?