Harry Potter: Dudley From LOTM

"What a pity," Dudley mused, a flicker of strategic thought in his eyes. "There are still Interrogator and Judge after this; I can't use Quirrell just yet. If I did, it would take too long, and problems might arise." Quirrell's possession by an evil spirit was a valuable secret, a resource to be exploited at the opportune moment. For a month or two, the Professor might pose no immediate threat, but over a longer period, it was hard to say. Dudley needed to play his role as Hogwarts' new Sheriff; otherwise, his title would be undeserved, and it would affect the digestion of his extraordinary characteristics.

With the prestigious title of Hogwarts Sheriff, Dudley felt no need to rush back to Gryffindor. Instead, he leisurely wandered the vast, ancient halls of the Castle, absorbing its secrets and mysteries. The Sheriff of the Justiciar Pathway places great importance on the concept of 'jurisdiction.' As long as Dudley had seen a real person, photo, or sketch, he could firmly remember the target's appearance and gain additional sensing on a supernatural level. He possessed a mystical memory of the routes he had walked. He could detect abnormal factors and grasp subtle traces. When close enough, he could detect and sense unfiltered things related to evil, chaos, and madness. He was always connected to his "jurisdiction"; the more familiar the place, the more he could exert the Sheriff's abilities. Once outside the range, he could only rely purely on extraordinary abilities. Therefore, the more familiar Dudley became with Hogwarts, the stronger the abilities he could display there, which was crucial for him to digest his extraordinary characteristics.

From dawn till noon, Dudley traversed nearly every corner of Hogwarts Castle, his keen eyes and spiritual vision probing for hidden truths. Apart from places he couldn't enter, such as professors' offices and the girls' restrooms, he visited every accessible location. This journey took Dudley a considerable amount of time because, during this process, he frequently needed to activate his spiritual vision to observe his surroundings.

To his astonishment, Hogwarts Castle was far more intricate and labyrinthine than he had ever imagined. In many places, even with spiritual vision, he couldn't discern traces left by Magic, yet his intuition told him that something was amiss in those areas. Dudley noted these places in his mind, intending to explore them thoroughly when he had more time later. He even suspected that Dumbledore, the venerable Headmaster of Hogwarts, understood only a fraction of the Castle's deep, arcane mysteries. The secrets hidden within the long history of Hogwarts were probably as deep as the Black Lake outside the school.

An entire weekend slipped by as Dudley immersed himself in the Castle's endless corridors and hidden chambers. The news of his appointment as Hogwarts Sheriff remained a closely guarded secret, known only to a select few, including Harry.

As the new week dawned, Dudley continued to explore the Castle beyond his classes, deepening his mystical connection with the ancient school. His digestion of the Sheriff's extraordinary characteristics accelerated noticeably, far outpacing that of the Barbarian. This was largely due to the scarcity of opportunities to act out the Barbarian's role within the school's confines; he couldn't simply go around beating people up.

Thursday arrived, bringing with it a palpable excitement that permeated the Gryffindor common room.

"Flying Class is this afternoon! I can hardly wait!" Ron was practically buzzing with excitement from the moment he woke. Since the Flying Class schedule was announced, he had been counting down the days. Dudley and Harry endured Ron's endless tales of Quidditch, including his near-miss with a hang glider while riding Charlie's old broom.

"Bad news—it's with the Slytherin students," Harry reminded him, a note of gloom in his voice.

"Oh no!" Ron groaned, clearly annoyed.

"Is riding a flying broomstick difficult?" Harry asked, his tone serious.

"It's not too hard. Once you get the hang of it, flying is easy," Ron said confidently, trying to reassure his friend.

Harry nodded, but his unease lingered. He glanced at Dudley, who was calmly reading nearby, and asked, "Dudley, aren't you worried?"

"I noticed Hermione seems worried too," Harry added. "After all, this isn't something you can learn from books."

Dudley put down his book and shook his head. "There's nothing to worry about. It's just about controlling spiritual... magic. It's not as difficult as you think." Harry looked at Dudley and could sense his complete confidence, his lack of worry.

"Alright," Harry said dryly. Dudley was indeed outstanding at Hogwarts; there seemed to be no subject he wasn't good at. Even Hermione couldn't challenge his position.

"You don't need to worry either; you have a talent for flying," Dudley said casually.

"What? I have a talent? How come I didn't know?" Harry asked, surprised.

"What talent?" Ron leaned closer, and even Hermione, who was reading nearby, put down her book and looked curiously.

"Uh... when I was wandering around Hogwarts recently, I visited the trophy room and saw your father's, my aunt's husband's, trophy there. He was once an excellent Chaser and led the Academy to win the Quidditch Cup. So, if you inherited your father's talent, then you definitely won't be too bad at flying a broomstick," Dudley said seriously.

"This... is that true?" Harry asked, a little incredulous.

"It's true," Dudley nodded.

"Oh, your father was a Chaser and won the Quidditch Cup? You never told me!" Ron exclaimed.

"I didn't know," Harry said, somewhat dazed.

"When we have time, I'll take you to see it, but now, we should go to the outdoor field." Dudley checked the time; there wasn't much left until their Flying Class began. "Let's go." They tidied up and walked towards the outdoor field together.

By the time they arrived at the outdoor lawn, many Slytherin students were already waiting there. "I saw Malfoy's disgusting face again," Harry noticed Malfoy in the crowd.

"Do you think he'll come over and mock us?" Ron said.

"Most likely." Harry sighed. "After all, he's already told the story of him riding a flying broomstick and encountering a helicopter countless times these past few days."

"Potter, Dursley, are you two so scared you can't even walk?" Malfoy's voice, as expected, cut through the air, dripping with scorn. "Oh! I forgot, you two come from Muggle families, you've never even seen a flying broomstick, let alone ridden one." He sneered, a cruel glint in his eye. "Don't get so scared you fall off your broom later! Hahahahaha." A burst of laughter erupted from the Slytherin students.

Harry's face turned ashen, but Dudley stood aside, watching Malfoy with a cold, assessing gaze. This kid really deserved a beating. He never won in a fight, but he never seemed to lose an argument. Did he really think he wouldn't get beaten up at Hogwarts? Dudley felt his Barbarian extraordinary characteristics becoming somewhat restless.

(End of Chapter)

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