Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

To be honest, Dudley doesn't really like to interfere with the original plot direction.

But when he really went deep into this world and became the real Dudley Dursley, he could no longer stand from a God's perspective and consider the gains and losses in the original plot.

All he had to do was save those who shouldn't have died and protect Harry Potter.

And enjoy the Muggle wizard life without Voldemort and pure-blood theory.

From the recent perspective, it seems that he can still enjoy the youthful campus romance.

Both Miss Granger and the crazy girl from Ravenclaw gripped his heart tightly, making him want to tell them almost everything he knew, about Voldemort, Harry, Sirius, Lupin, the Triwizard Tournament, etc., in order to solve the problem from the root.

But so what?

Give up a goal that can be achieved slowly and save more people, and instead let those Death Eaters be flexible and let the events develop to a point that even you cannot predict?

So, he could only wait, he had to wait.

When Voldemort returns in a few years and starts another war, he can deal with him as quickly as possible.

No one will die!

Dudley thought about it and guessed that the real owner had appeared. Then he slowly walked into the secret room carrying the street lamp.

And under the statue of Salazar Slytherin are Harry, the weak Ginny, and Tom Riddle who is laughing weirdly.

"Voldemort is my past, present, and future..."

Tom pulled Harry's wand from his pocket and drew it in the air a few times. The letters changed from "Tom Riddle" to "I am Voldemort".

"Do you think I'm going to use my filthy Muggle father's name for the rest of my life?"

"You know, the blood flowing in my veins is that of Salazar Slytherin himself!"

"This is my new name! When I become the greatest wizard in the world, wizards everywhere will not dare to utter my name casually!"

"Just like my father did when he discovered his wife was a witch and abandoned me before I was born!"

Tom Riddle was indeed born with a good appearance, a fair face, and handsome features, but it was a pity that he was a bad person at heart, otherwise it would never have been the turn of a guy like Lockhart to become famous in the wizarding world.

There was a certain excitement on Tom's face as he said these words.

"No, you are not."

"The greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore."

"Even at the height of your power, you would not dare to take control of Hogwarts."

Harry's trembling but calm voice sounded slowly, and Tom's wild laughter froze on his face, and after a moment, it turned gloomy and cold.

In his eyes, there was only this person whom he wanted to kill urgently, the rumored savior who even his real body could not easily deal with.

"It's almost time."

Dudley's voice came, and Tom raised his head belatedly, looking at the giant man walking towards him in surprise.

"What did I see?"

"How can a giant monster walk into the Hogwarts campus?"

"So, he is the one Dumbledore sent to protect you? Look, a tattered hat, an ugly bird, and a street lamp... Seriously, he doesn't even have a wand?"

Tom laughed, not taking Dudley seriously at all.

After all, Ginny recorded everything about Harry in her diary. As for her cousin, she had no special impression of him.

So, poor Tom didn't know what would happen to him next.

"So you are Tom Riddle, the so-called Voldemort?"

Dudley stopped and looked Tom over slowly.

"It seems that when he had a nose, he still looked somewhat human."

Although he didn't know what this sentence meant, Tom was instinctively angry.

He didn't know what kind of magical connection there was between his original body and the remaining memories. In short, an irrepressible rage ignited from the bottom of his heart, causing him to raise his magic wand and aim it at the "troll" in front of him to smash it to pieces.

Then, a dragon-skin boot sole inlaid with iron hit him hard in the face.

"You dare to solidify into a physical form to fight me? To fight against Brother D? Huh?"

"It's really asking for death!"

Dudley laughed wildly, and Fawkes had already flown to Harry's shoulder, watching the fight with interest.

There was no suspense at all. Tom had no time to resist before Dudley kicked him far away and he crashed directly into the statue of Salazar Slytherin.

"You... you dare to assault the greatest wizard of all time?"

Tom was furious. He had never expected that in this wizarding academy, there would be someone who would use such a simple, direct, but effective method to interrupt his spell.

"Look, your brain has gone crazy because of the pure-blood theory."

"Honestly, how come you guys who are married to close relatives don't have crooked mouths and squinting eyes?"

"You should have died long ago!"

Dudley didn't bother to chase after him. He just threw his hat to Harry and held the street lamp tightly with both hands.

"Okay... okay! Let me see how you fight this big guy!"

"Speak to me, Slytherin - the greatest of the Hogwarts Four..."

The big statue's face of Salazar Slytherin soon moved. His mouth opened wider and wider, and a rustling sound came from inside his "body".

"Is this the master of pure-blood theory? He has a snake monster in his stomach, right?"

Dudley laughed, and Tom's face darkened even more.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he was kicked by Dudley.

A huge monster fell to the ground with a bang and stretched its body with a hissing sound.

Harry had already closed his eyes and subconsciously held Ginny in his arms.

But Dudley took out a piece of cloth from his arms and slowly covered his eyes with it.

"Foolish! Do you think that by not looking at the basilisk, you can defeat this powerful creature?"

"Go, kill them!"

"I want Hogwarts to..."

Tom's dark declaration was caught in his throat.

Because he saw with his own eyes that a thick street lamp, with its still "fluorescent" lamp, hit the basilisk's head heavily.

“Hiss! Hiss…”

A cry of pain came from the basilisk's mouth, and it didn't even see what attacked it.

"My wand! My wand!"

Dudley's strange cry suddenly sounded, and Harry quickly squinted his eyes and secretly let out a little peripheral vision.

A heavy lamp head fell right in front of him.

His cousin was holding a half-solid iron rod, standing there at a loss as to what to do.