Chapter 23: Father’s sperm and mother’s blood cannot be lost!!

Dudley hadn't expected Hagrid to ambush him, but he quickly reacted and tried to evade. However, he was a split second too late.

He managed to dodge, but not completely.

The red light still hit Dudley, specifically his firm and upright buttocks.

Stereotypes could be deadly. In any situation, judging a person's actions solely based on their work was not wise, as reality might differ from the descriptions in the work.

Take Rubeus Hagrid, for example.

In Dudley's impression, Hagrid was a kind and easy-to-bully honest person. So, after knocking Hagrid's wand out of his hand, Dudley didn't take further action.

You know about elephants, right? In movies and TV shows, they give off a gentle vibe, and they seem quite intelligent, don't they?

In reality, when they go into heat and go crazy, it's terrifying. They attack without reason or warning, trampling rhinos, buffaloes, and anything else in their way to death. Many people are killed each year by elephants suddenly going berserk, using their long trunks to pick people up and then slamming them on the ground before crushing them with a stomp.

Don't say you didn't provoke them or that avoiding the heat period would be fine. It's nonsense, like saying bullying stops as long as you avoid it; both are ghost stories. Ordinary people can't determine if an elephant is in heat.

Maybe this analogy is not perfect, but Hagrid was simple, so simple that he might subconsciously do unexpected things.

This was the first lesson reality gave Dudley.

People are complex beings.

At specific times and places, they might act unexpectedly.

Don't judge a person's threat to you solely based on impressions.

Suddenly, Dudley's pants were inflated, and a tail grew visibly at the position of his tailbone. It was a curly, slender pigtail.

It was undoubtedly the effect of a Transfiguration spell.

Fortunately, it was an incomplete and imperfect Transfiguration spell. Otherwise, instead of growing a tail, Dudley would have turned into a pig.

"Oh, God!"

Both Petunia and Vernon exclaimed at the same time. Harry felt his aunt's body sway, as if she was about to faint, and quickly rushed forward to support her.

"No sportsmanship?"

When Dudley saw the small pigtail, his pupils suddenly contracted, his cheeks turned red, and his heartbeat accelerated. His muscles tensed, and a flame seemed to burn in his chest. He felt energy surging in his body, and anger filled his chest, making it almost impossible to control his emotions.

Not only anger but also fear!

Anger because of the opponent's sneak attack, and fear because he almost turned into a pig.

Having read numerous magic books, Dudley knew that Transfiguration was a dangerous magical discipline. It could even cause unimaginable harm to the wizard casting the spell. Some wizards were crushed to death by the animals they transfigured, and others permanently turned themselves into animals due to failed casting.

Respect for any spell was essential; this was a must for spellcasters.

He didn't know how to brew the magical potion to reverse Transfiguration.

He wouldn't ask the other party to lift the spell.

He wanted to remember this with his body, to stay alert at all times.

This was not a children's literature fairy tale world. It wasn't as beautiful as that. This was the real world, where 'if people are killed, they die.'

So, Dudley made a move that surprised everyone present.

He roared, grabbed the still-swinging tail with all his might, and then pulled it forcefully. Instantly, blood gushed from his buttocks, and a tail, along with a small piece of flesh, was torn off. Dudley put the bloodied flesh and tail in his mouth and swallowed them in one gulp.

This action shocked the Dursley couple, Harry, and even Hagrid. They didn't expect Dudley's reaction to be so strong.

A terrifying silence filled the room for a moment.

The only sounds were the flickering flames in the dim fireplace, illuminating Dudley's face. His once chubby face now had sharp edges, and veins bulged like serpents. In the darkness, his eyes glowed with a faint light, like cat's eyes. He half-opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth stained with a little blood. A faint mist escaped from between his teeth, sending shivers down the spine. The room was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of the crackling firewood and Dudley's heavy breathing, as if there were countless mice scurrying inside, making people shudder.

He looked like an evil spirit crawling out of the depths of hell.

Suddenly, Harry shivered. He had seen Dudley like this once before, only once—on the night Dudley rescued him from the kidnappers.

Dudley, the feared one.

The man feared by all the thugs in Surrey!

The Devil Dudley!

Harry knew Dudley was truly angry.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to!" Hagrid exclaimed in excitement, waving his hands continuously, ignoring the injuries on his shoulder.

He didn't know why he subconsciously ambushed Dudley. He just wanted to teach this little guy a lesson, to make him stop interfering with taking Harry away, to fulfill the task Dumbledore entrusted to him. He never thought it would cause harm to the other party.

Perhaps it was just a subconscious act, but it didn't matter now.

With a squirming feeling in his throat, Dudley moved. He was fast, so fast that Vernon and Petunia only felt a gust of wind pass by, barely able to see him rushing to Hagrid.

A straight punch to Hagrid's chest!

LV3 Boxing!

Hagrid didn't react in time and was hit by Dudley's sudden punch, sitting down on the ground like a small mountain falling, shaking the rickety house.

Dudley immediately left the spot after a successful hit.

Truly a half-giant, his physical defense was outrageous.

A full-force punch with skill enhancements only made Hagrid sit on the ground, and Dudley's right fist felt a dull pain, as if hitting a steel plate.

If it were an ordinary person, Dudley was confident that one punch would be fatal.

But Dudley's attack was far from over.

As Hagrid got up from the ground, Dudley's voice sounded behind him.

"Are you ready? I'm coming!"

The murderous tone made Hagrid pause, and then a sharp pain emanated from his right hand. He immediately let go of the small red umbrella.

This time, the red umbrella didn't just fall to the ground; Dudley casually picked it up and threw it far away.

First, disable your wand.

Without those annoying spells, the fight could continue.

Dudley, with eyes glowing with a faint blue light like an eerie ghost, was full of excitement.

(End of this chapter)

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