Hogwarts Ordnance Manual

"Are you sure you want to duel with me?" When Dudley stood on the duel stage, many students realized that Dudley no longer looked like the fat boy they remembered. He had grown nearly four centimeters in the past three months. Crazy exercise and dieting reduced him to 140 pounds. Although he was not thin, wearing a large wizard robe made him look taller and stronger among his peers.

His plump, round face became slender, his chin became angular, and his eyes, which were originally small due to the fat, expanded, making him look somewhat handsome.

Dudley looked at his attribute table.

Name: Dudley Dursley (12 years old, half-blood wizard)

Strength: 14 (fitness expert level)

Intelligence: 23 (tactical master level)

Magic: 1 (Squib level)

Agility: 10 (self-care level)

Willpower: 20 (Iron-blooded level)

His strength and agility had increased during training, but his magic power remained unchanged. This made him a little sad, but he had no choice but to complete the task of killing the basilisk.

Malfoy swallowed. He had suffered many defeats in front of Dudley, but he was sure that he had never seen Dudley cast a spell. Many students were rumored that he was a squib.

Lockhart emphasized the etiquette, making the two bow reluctantly, and then each took ten steps back as the students applauded and cheered.

Dudley was actually quite embarrassed. He didn't want to turn his hands into a double-barreled shotgun and beat Malfoy's head to pieces in front of so many people, but what other alternative could he have?Should he kneel down and beg for mercy immediately?

He was heartbroken. At worst, he would be beaten away like Lockhart. Even if he could leave behind the burden of being an idol, why couldn't he find a way out?

"An own mistake!" Malfoy had already read the spell when Lockhart shouted "2", and suddenly a black cobra thicker than Dudley's arm and more than five meters long emerged from a burst of black smoke. He got out and landed in front of Dudley.

"Ah!" The girls standing in the front row were frightened, their faces turned pale with fright.

But Dudley was so happy that he couldn't wait to rush forward and kiss Malfoy's smooth little face. You really thought about your fat man. As soon as I thought of the steps, you came over with the ladder in your arms!

As a special operations team member, Dudley had received professional training to deal with dangerous animals in the desert or jungle, especially snakes.Most of the time, the snakes encountered by the special operations team in the wild become the snake soup in the pot at night.

"Malfoy cheated! The countdown is not over yet!" Hufflepuff students expressed their dissatisfaction.

Snape's poker face was slightly nervous, but since Harry was not on the stage, he was not nervous enough to step forward to help.

Lockhart wanted to make his presence felt, but Dudley's movements were too fast. Before he could say anything, Dudley had already stepped over, and before the cobra opened its mouth as big as a bowl, it was about to blow out its long fangs. When it bit into Dudley's left calf, Dudley's right foot had already kicked it hard in the abdomen.

The cobra's head was deflected by the impact, and the bite was empty. Dudley was already lying down, his hands like iron hoops tightly strangling the cobra's neck, and his two thumbs pressed hard on its heart.

As the saying goes, hit a snake seven inches. The seven inches refers to the snake's heart. Once attacked, the snake's muscles will spasm out of control, and the snake will lose its fighting power.

Dudley stood up, swung his hands, and threw the twenty or thirty kilogram cobra back in front of Malfoy.

Now Malfoy was petrified. The spell he could only cast would not be taken back. Even though he had the snake-shaped Slytherin badge on his body, he was scared to death.

Snape took out his wand and was about to solve the chaotic scene, but Lockhart was a step faster and wanted to demonstrate the "textbook-level" crisis management art. With a flash of his wand, the cobra flew out and fell into the among the crowd of students.

It was conceivable that Dudley couldn't bear to watch the chaos at the scene, but the cobra couldn't see anyone, so it still aimed at poor Justin Finch-Fletchley. The unlucky kid tripped and fell even after taking two steps back. He was about to be bitten by a poisonous snake.

"Let him go!" Harry had a strange look on his face, making a strange hissing sound, and walked towards one person and one snake. Everyone around him saw his weirdness.

After listening to Harry's words, the Viper hesitated in front of Justin, a little entangled between the call of its kind and its predatory nature, but in the end Snape saw an opportunity and waved his wand, and the Viper turned into black smoke and dispersed.

Not surprisingly, no one blamed Malfoy for releasing the venomous snake, and no one blamed Lockhart for throwing the snake into the crowd. On the contrary, most students felt that there was something wrong with Harry.

Dudley never understood why they always targeted Harry, and suddenly he thought of a reason. People always like to create gods, but they also like to destroy gods. No matter how high they praise you, they want to throw you down as badly as possible.

Dudley looked at the ceiling. A few stars were exposed in the dark sky, as if they were the eyes of the gods. He felt more and more that he couldn't get rid of the invisible hand, and he could only follow the trend.

That night, Harry stayed up all night. Not to mention the speculations of his classmates. After Hermione's analysis, he felt that he might be the descendant of Slytherin. He originally had a strong sense of belonging to Gryffindor. This kind of The speculation made him feel like he had betrayed Gryffindor, and the guilt made him extremely uncomfortable.

Dudley was lying on the bed in the dormitory, and his mood was not much better. It seemed that his existence had not changed any plot. Was he really going to wait until the end of this school year and then follow Harry into the Chamber of Secrets?But even if he goes in, will he still be separated by the cave collapse like Ron?

Biro was lying on the other bed, snoring evenly and lightly.

There was already a violent snowstorm outside in the middle of the night. When I looked in the morning, I saw a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the lawn outside the window. Although most students were unwilling to go out, Dudley insisted on being the first to walk out of the dormitory and go outdoors. Morning exercise.

From afar, he said hello to Professor Sprout who went to the greenhouse to keep the mandrake warm. If he was unfortunately petrified, he had to hope that the old lady's mandrake would mature smoothly and then brew herbal medicine to save his life. .

Today was not a friendly day for Harry. After a night of fermentation, the rumor that he was the descendant of Slytherin and that he had opened the Chamber of Secrets to release monsters had been spread by those who wanted to do it. It was so mysterious that Dudley felt it was reasonable.

Harry had just gotten rid of Ernie (a Hufflepuff student) who was afraid of chaos in the world, and met Dudley at the turn of the corridor.

"Actually, you can choose not to go through." Dudley looked at his haggard face tortured by rumors. Novels and movies can never accurately depict the devastation a child suffers under such psychological pressure.

"What?" Harry was slightly startled, but he quickly guessed what Dudley meant.

Seeing his very determined look, Dudley got out of the way. Harry soon saw Justin Finch-Fletchley lying there on the cold floor with a look of horror on his face, his whole body cold and stiff.But what's even more strange is that the almost headless Nick is covered in darkness, suspended a few inches above the ground, and he is also petrified.