Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 67, Section 66: Drink my Clear Spring Water!

Everyone else was surprised, but Harry took it for granted; he had never seen a cat that Dudley couldn't handle.

Dudley inflicts 100% 'real damage' on cats.

Their cat-petting techniques and their affection for cats are limitless.

Every cat would bow down at Dudley's feet and show him its belly.

As for Dudley talking to the cat, Harry thought it was normal. He could talk to snakes, so there was nothing strange about Dudley talking to the cat.

Dudley was able to speak to Mrs. Lorris not because he was a cat talker, but because of magical creature language.

Mrs. Lorice was no ordinary cat; ordinary cats don't live as long as she did. She had been with Filch for a full twenty years and showed no signs of aging.

She possesses the bloodline of some kind of magical creature, and this bloodline constitutes a significant portion of her being.

At least Dali could understand what she was saying in a simple way.

After petting Mrs. Lorris for a while, Dudley reached into the small bag at his waist and pulled out a small bottle.

In that instant, Mrs. Lorris sprang to her feet, her eyes fixed on the small bottle in Dudley's hand.

It was filled with dried small fish.

Delicious dried fish (perfect), as shown accurately by the data analysis tool.

This was something Dudley made himself after he finished brewing the potion, when he had nothing else to do. He caught the fish on the way back from forging in the Black Lake. He didn't know if it was because the Black Lake was near the Forbidden Forest, but the fish there had an exceptionally delicious flavor.

Since there weren't many cats in the castle, and most of them were kept by the little witches of Ravenclaw, Dudley, who was used to petting cats, was not used to it, until he met Lady Lorris on his way back to his dormitory after exercising in the evening.

Then most of the dried fish he made ended up in Mrs. Lorris's stomach.

When she's with Filch, Mrs. Lorris always has that aloof demeanor, but if Filch isn't around, she'll act the same way she did just now.

Hmm? Something about this description doesn't feel right.

"These dried fish are all yours."

I'll get you some fresh stuff tomorrow.

Dudley gave Mrs. Loris's head a good rub, while Mrs. Loris focused intently on savoring the incredibly delicious dried fish, finishing it off in no time.

After eating and drinking her fill, Mrs. Lolis licked the last bit of crumbs left between her paws with satisfaction, then shook her body and meowed a few times at Dali.

"Let's go. Mrs. Lorris said she'll lead us back and we'll never be discovered."

With that little traitor, Mrs. Lorris, leading the way, we can definitely avoid Filch.

The young wizards behind them exchanged bewildered glances. Was this a case of turning them against their masters?

At this moment, Dali raised an eyebrow and looked around defiantly.

He wanted to see who had arranged all this, why they had to go to the fourth floor, and what else was planned for the journey ahead.

Even if you really let Filch out, Dudley is confident he can knock him out before he can react.

Yes, on a physical level.

With Lady Lorris leading the way, the journey became very smooth without any unexpected incidents, and the group quickly arrived at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

None of the characters Dudley envisioned—Filch, Peeves, or even Professor McGonagall—appeared. It was as if the inexplicable changes to the staircase, the sudden disappearance of the path beneath it, and the sudden appearance of Mrs. Lorris were merely coincidences.

However, Dali didn't believe it; a series of coincidences coming together wouldn't be a coincidence.

After watching Hermione and the others enter the common room, Dudley quickly returned to the Slytherin common room with Malfoy.

Nothing happened along the way, and they got back to Gryffindor even faster than they had.

Dali nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood something.

The next morning, Dudley got up early as usual. After doing about fifty sets of push-ups, thirty sets of barbell rows, twenty sets of squats, and fifteen sets of dumbbell chest presses, Harry and Malfoy arrived as promised, followed closely by Hermione.

Even Ron followed.

"It's still early, let's do a warm-up exercise first."

For most people, Dali's warm-up is practically high-intensity training.

Malfoy finished the fastest, followed by Harry, and then Hermione.

As for Ron?

Little Ronnie gave up before even finishing the first set.

"The rules of the match are one-on-one. You can use any method to knock your opponent down until they concede or I declare the winner."

"Any objections?"

Harry and Malfoy nodded, drew their wands from their waists, and stared intently at each other.

"Are we really going to get it done? Wouldn't that be a bad idea?"

Hermione whispered, wanting to mediate but unsure how.

"Boys always fight. If they don't like each other, they'll have a fight, and that'll resolve any problems."

Dali shook his head.

Friendships between men are often forged through physical fights.

Fists are proof of friendship.

"Don't worry, Hermione. There's plenty of potions."

Hermione:

"Boys are so strange."

What spells are taught to first-year wizards at Hogwarts?

So far, Flitwick has only taught three spells.

The glow flickers, the unlocking charm (Open the Cave of Arahomon), and

"The spring water is as clear as water!"

Malfoy took the lead and was the first to wave his wand at Harry.

A small spark appeared at the tip of his wand, and then a few drops of murky liquid dripped out, like an IV drip.

That feeling is like the urge to urinate that's so frustrating.

For a young wizard at this stage, it is still somewhat difficult to successfully cast spells.

As I said before, not everyone is Hermione Granger.

Seeing that Malfoy had no luck, Harry naturally wouldn't let this excellent opportunity pass him by, so he also drew his wand and aimed it at Malfoy.

"The spring water is as clear as water!"

Harry's spell was slightly better than Malfoy's, but still quite limited. A thin stream of water shot from the tip of his wand, tracing a graceful arc in the air, and struck Malfoy perfectly in the face.

Malfoy, not to be outdone, mustered all his strength and swung his wand again, this time finally spurting out water.

They sprayed Harry's face with the same spray.

The two were evenly matched in their skill with spells. Malfoy, who grew up in the wizarding world, didn't know many more spells than Harry.

Neither the Flashing Light nor the Unlocking Charm is an offensive spell, so the only spell the two of them can use is Clear Spring.

The two of them took turns striking, exchanging blows and casting spells with great effort each time, thoroughly enjoying their fight.

However, the battle of spells between the two was a completely different story in Dudley's eyes.

This feels like a water gun fight.

They quickly realized that their foolish actions wouldn't hurt each other, so they abandoned their wands and charged at each other into hand-to-hand combat.

This is where the advantage of training becomes apparent. Although Harry grew up with Dudley from a young age, he only watched and never actively trained. Malfoy, on the other hand, spent less time with Dudley, but he did train for a while.

After a chaotic exchange of blows, Malfoy emerged victorious by a narrow margin.

Starting today, Harry has also joined Dudley's training team.

(End of this chapter)