Everyone else was surprised, but Harry took it for granted. So far, he had never seen a cat that Dudley couldn't handle.
Dudley has 100% 'real damage' to cats.
Whether it's the technique of petting cats or the affinity towards cats, there is no upper limit.
As long as it was a cat, it would definitely fall at Dudley's feet and expose its belly to him.
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.
Dalinian was able to speak to Lady Norris not because he was some kind of cat whisperer, but because of Magical Beasts.
Mrs. Norris is not an ordinary cat, and ordinary cats do not live as long as her. This guy has been with Filch for twenty years, and there is no sign of aging at all.
She has the blood of some kind of magical creature in her body, and this blood accounts for a large proportion.
At least Dudley could simply understand what she was saying.
After masturbating Mrs. Norris for a while, Dudley reached into the small bag on his waist and took out a small bottle from it.
At that moment, Mrs. Norris jumped up from the ground, her eyes fixed on the vial in Dudley's hand.
It was filled with small dried fish.
Delicious dried fish (perfect), the data magic eye shows it as it is.
This was what Dudley had made when he had nothing to do after brewing the potion. The fish was caught from the Black Lake while he was finishing his exercise. I don't know if it's because it's located near the Forbidden Forest. The fish in the Black Lake are of good quality. Not ordinary delicious.
Since there were only a few cats in the castle, most of them were raised by little witches from Ravenclaw. Dudley, who was used to petting cats, was not used to it until he met Mrs. Norris on his way back to the dormitory after exercising in the evening. ..
Then most of the dried fish he made ended up in Mrs. Norris's stomach.
Normally when she was with Filch, Mrs. Norris still had the same aloof look, but if Filch wasn't around...Mrs. Norris would look like that just now.
Huh? Something doesn't feel right about this description.
"These dried fish are all yours."
"I'll get you some fresh ones tomorrow."
Dudley rubbed Mrs. Norris' little head fiercely, while Mrs. Norris concentrated on tasting the extremely delicious dried fish, and wiped it all out in a short while.
Mrs. Norris, who had eaten and drank enough, licked the little residue left in the gap between her paws with satisfaction, then shook her body and called Dudley's "meow, meow, meow" several times.
"Let's go, Mrs. Norris said she will take us back without being discovered."
With Mrs. Norris, this little traitor, leading the way, Filch can definitely be avoided.
The little wizards behind them looked at each other in confusion. Is this considered inciting rebellion?
Dudley raised his eyebrows at this time and looked around provocatively.
He wanted to see who arranged this, why they had to go to the fourth floor, and whether there was anything else arranged on the way behind.
Even if you really want Filch to come out, Dudley is confident that he can hit him with a 'swoon' before he can react.
Well, on a physical level.
With Mrs. Norris leading the way, the journey went very smoothly without any accidents. The group of people quickly arrived at the door of Gryffindor's lounge.
Filch, Peeves and even Professor McGonagall in Dudley's imagination did not appear. It was as if the stairs had changed inexplicably, the road under the stairs suddenly disappeared, Mrs. Norris suddenly appeared... these were really just a coincidence.
But Dudley didn't believe it. If a series of coincidences came together, it wouldn't be called a coincidence.
After watching Hermione and others enter the lounge, Dudley and Malfoy quickly returned to the Slytherin lounge.
The journey was also uneventful, faster than they could get back to Gryffindor.
Dudley nodded thoughtfully, seeming to understand something.
The next morning, Dudley got up early as usual. About the time he finished fifty sets of push-ups, thirty sets of barbell rows, twenty sets of squats and fifteen sets of dumbbell chest presses, Harry and Mal Fortune arrived as promised, and Hermione followed closely behind.
Even Ron came along.
"It's still early, let's do a set of warm-up training first."
For ordinary people, Dudley's warm-up is simply high-intensity training.
Malfoy finished the fastest, followed by Harry and finally Hermione.
As for Ron?
Little Ronnie didn’t even finish the first group before giving up.
"The rules of the game are one-on-one. You can use any method to knock the opponent down until the opponent admits defeat or I declare victory or defeat."
"Any comments?"
Harry and Malfoy nodded, took out their wands from their waists, and stared at each other.
"Do you really want to fight? Wouldn't this be bad?"
Hermione whispered, she wanted to break up the fight but didn't know how.
"How can boys not fight among themselves? If they don't like each other, if they have a fight, any problems will be solved."
Dudley shook his head.
Friendships between men are often formed between fists and feet.
Fists are proof of friendship.
"Don't worry, Hermione. The potion will take care of it."
Hermione:...
'Boys are so weird. '
What spells are taught to young wizards and wizards in their first year at Hogwarts?
For now, Flitwick has only taught three spells.
Lumos, the lock-picking spell (Alaho Cave Open), and...
"Clear spring like water!"
Malfoy took the lead and waved his wand at Harry.
A small spark first appeared on the tip of his wand, and then a few drops of turbid liquid dripped out like an intravenous drip.
It feels like you can't stop urinating.
As far as the little wizard at this stage is concerned, it is still a bit difficult to smoothly release magic.
Again, not everyone is called Hermione Granger.
Seeing that Malfoy had been left alone, Harry naturally would not miss this great opportunity, so he also took out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.
"Clear spring like water!"
Harry's spell was slightly better than Malfoy's, but it was also very limited. The tip of his wand spurted out a thin stream of water, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and hitting Malfoy's face perfectly.
Not to be outdone, Malfoy summoned enough strength to wave his wand again, and this time he finally spurted out water.
He also sprayed Harry in the face.
Their proficiency in spells is about the same. Malfoy, who grew up in the wizarding world, does not know a few more spells than Harry.
Lumos and the unlocking spell were obviously not offensive spells, and the only thing the two could use was clear spring water.
The two of them moved back and forth, waving the magic spell very hard every time, and they were having a great time.
But the curse battle between the two was a different scene in Dudley's eyes.
It feels like...a squirt gun fight...
Soon both of them realized that this stupid approach could not hurt the other party at all, so they gave up their wands and rushed towards each other, switching to hand-to-hand combat.
At this time, the advantages of exercise are revealed. Although Harry has grown up with Dudley since he was a child, he just never takes the initiative to exercise. Although Malfoy spends less time with Dudley, he still exercises no matter what. for a while.
So after a fierce fistfight between the two, Malfoy won with a slight advantage.
Starting today, Harry also joined Dudley's training team.
