Everyone else was surprised, but Harry took it for granted, he hadn't seen a cat that Dudley couldn't handle so far.

Dudley has 100 per cent 'real damage' to cats.

Whether it is the technique of petting the cat, or the affinity for the cat is unlimited.

As long as it is a cat, it will definitely fall at Dudley's feet and show its belly to him.

As for Dudley talking to cats, Harry thought it was normal, he could talk to snakes, and it wasn't surprising that Dudley was talking to cats.

Dudley was able to speak to Lady Loris not because he was a cat whisperer, but because of Fantastic Beasts.

Lady Loris is not an ordinary cat, 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.

She has the blood of some kind of magical creature in her body, and this bloodline is still very large.

At least Dudley could easily understand what she was saying.

After a few strokes of Lady Loris, Dudley reached into the pouch around his waist and pulled out a vial from it.

At that moment, Lady Loris bounced off the ground, staring at the vial in Dudley's hand.

It was filled with small dried fish.

Delicious little dried fish (perfect), the data magic eye shows it truthfully.

This is Dudley after boiling the potion, he has nothing to do homemade, the fish is caught by the way when he is finished exercising in the Black Lake, I don't know if it is located near the Forbidden Forest, the meat quality of the fish in the Black Lake is not ordinary delicious.

Since there are not many cats in the castle, most of them are also Ravenclaw's little witches, so Dudley, who is used to petting cats, is very uncomfortable, until he meets Lady Loris on the way back to the dormitory after exercising at night...

Then most of the small dried fish he made went into Lady Loris's stomach.

Usually when she follows Filch, Mrs. Loris still looks cold, but if Filch isn't there... Lady Loris would be the same as she was just now.

Hey? Something was wrong with this description.

"These little dried fish are yours."

"I'll get you some fresh tomorrow."

Dudley rubbed Lady Loris's little head vigorously, and Madame Loris, on the other hand, was intently savoring the delicious little dried fish, which was wiped out in a few moments.

Lady Loris, who was well fed and drunk, licked the little residue left in the cracks of her paws with satisfaction, and then shook her body and screamed a few times at Dali 'Meow Mi Meow'.

"Let's go, Lady Loris said she would take us back and never be discovered."

With Lady Loris, a little traitor, leading the way, you can definitely avoid Filch.

The little wizards behind him looked at each other, this is a rebellion?

Dudley raised an eyebrow and looked around defiantly.

He wanted to see who had arranged this, why he had to let them 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 has the confidence to give him a 'faint' shot before the other person can react.

Well, physically.

With Lady Loris leading the way, the rest of the road became very smooth, and there were no accidents, and the group soon arrived at the door of the Gryffindor lounge.

Filch, Peeves, or even Professor McGonagall did not appear in Dudley's vision, as if the stairs had changed inexplicably, the road below the stairs had suddenly disappeared, and Lady Loris had suddenly appeared... These are really just a coincidence.

But Dudley doesn't believe it, a series of coincidences come together and it's not a coincidence.

After seeing Hermione and the others enter the break room, Dudley and Malfoy soon returned to the Slytherin break room.

Nothing happened all the way, faster than they could get back to Gryffindor.

Dudley nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood something.

The next morning, Dudley got up as early as usual, and by the time he had done fifty push-ups, thirty barbell rows, twenty squats, and fifteen dumbbell chest clamps, Harry and Malfoy arrived, followed by Hermione.

Even Ron followed.

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

Dudley's warm-up is directly high-intensity training for ordinary people.

Malfoy was the fastest to finish, followed by Harry and finally Hermione.

As for Ron?

Little Ronnie gave up before he even insisted on finishing the first group.

"The rules of the game are one-on-one, and you can use any method to knock each other down until the opponent concedes defeat or I declare a winner."

"Do you have any comments?"

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

"Do you really want to fight? Wouldn't that be bad? ”

Hermione whispered, she wanted to persuade but didn't know how.

"How can there be a fight between boys, if you don't like it, you will have a fight, and any problems will be solved."

Dudley shook his head.

Friendship between men is often done between fists and feet.

The fist is the proof of friendship.

"Don't worry, Hermione. Potions are enough. ”

Hermione:...

'It's so weird to be a boy. ’

What spells do young wizards at Hogwarts teach in their first year?

As it stands, Flitwick has only taught three spells.

Fluorescent flashes, lockpicking spells (Alajo Caves), and...

"A spring is like water!"

Malfoy took the lead, waving his wand at Harry.

I saw that the tip of his wand first rubbed out a small spark, and then a few drops of cloudy liquid dripped like a drip.

It felt like I couldn't run out of urine.

As far as the little wizard at this stage is concerned, if you want to release the magic smoothly... It's still a bit difficult.

Again, not everyone is called Hermione Granger.

Harry saw that Malfoy was lonely, and naturally he would not let go of this great opportunity, so he also drew his wand and aimed it at Malfoy.

"A spring is like water!"

Harry's spell was slightly better than Malfoy's, but it was also very limited, and the tip of his wand spewed out a thin stream of water, making a graceful arc in the air, and perfectly hitting Malfoy's face.

Not to be outdone, Malfoy swung his wand again, this time squirting water.

Squirted Harry in the face, too.

The attainments of the two in magic spells belong to half a catty, and Malfoy, who grew up in the wizarding world, is no more than Harry knows a few spells.

Fluorescent flickering and lockpicking spells were obviously not offensive spells, and the only thing the two of them could use was clear springs of water.

The two of you go to me, you come and go, every time you wave the spell very hard, and you are very happy.

It's just that the battle between the two spells is a different scene in Dudley's eyes.

It feels like... Water Gun Fight...

Soon both realized that this stupid approach would not hurt each other at all, and they both gave up their wands and rushed towards each other at the same time.

At this time, the advantages of exercise are reflected, although Harry has grown up with Dudley since he was a child, but he just looks at it and never takes the initiative to exercise, although Malfoy has less time with Dudley, he has been exercising for a while no matter what.

So after the two fought eight punches, Malfoy won by a narrow margin.

Starting today, Harry joined Dudley's workout team.