Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Time is like a wild donkey, it runs without stopping.

Soon it will be summer time (late June).

As long as you spend this summer vacation, you will come to September, which is the time for new students to enter the school.

Not surprisingly, the middle school Dudley was going to was Vernon's alma mater, which was Smelting Middle School. Although Penny thinks Dudley should be able to go to a better school with his grades, Vernon insists that Dudley go to his alma mater.

As for the Harry Dursleys, they originally planned to send him to a comprehensive secondary school - Stonewall Secondary School.

Because the price is cheap, and Harry's grades are not outstanding, sending him to a good school is a waste.

However, after careful consideration, the couple decided to send Dudley to Smelting High School together.

Harry was very happy to hear that he could go to school with his eldest cousin again.

To be honest, the school uniform of Smelting Secondary School is ugly.

A reddish-brown tuxedo, orange knickerbockers and a straw hat called a flat and a knobby walking stick

It was funny any way you looked at it, and Dudley didn't like it anyway.

Men should wear black overalls.

Harry would have liked it, since he had never worn a tuxedo.

Today was June 23rd, Dudley's birthday, and Dudley didn't have time to deal with the hill-high pile of presents.

"Harry, help me unwrap the presents if you have time, I will go out later."

Dudley packed the clothes in a hurry, picked one from the mountain of gifts and held it in his hand, and said to Harry, "Mum, if they ask, just say that I have invited friends to play golf, and I will be back at noon."

Originally, on Dudley's birthday, the Dursleys were going to take him out for a whole day of crazy fun.

But Dudley could only spare half a day.

This is also because their family is going to the zoo in the afternoon.

"Brother D, are you going...there again?"

"Of course, I'll bring you a Gandalf figure when I come back."

Among the peripheral sales of "Lord of the Rings", apart from the Hogbitt trio and the elf prince, the most popular character is the white-robed wizard Gandalf, and of course some people like Saruman.

"good!"

Harry knew what Dudley was going to do, he knew many of Dudley's secrets, after all Dudley had never avoided him in doing these things.

For his big cousin, Harry simply admired him.

Sports, study and even set up his own company, no matter what he does, he is the best.

Dudley had promised him that if he could successfully complete his studies, he would be invited to be a supervisor in the company, and Harry was looking forward to it.

Harry was now struggling with a piece of bacon on the dinner table.

Smoked bacon is a rare delicacy for the English.

Like Harry, he eats with gusto.

It was one of Dudley's favorite foods when he wasn't cooking.

But for Dudley, a piece of salt-fried chicken breast with chili flakes would be better.

"Eat less smoked food, the taste is too strong, which is not conducive to physical growth."

"You should drink more milk."

Dudley patted Harry's head and tidied Harry's messy chicken coop a little.

"It's time for another haircut."

Harry's hair grows so fast that he has had more haircuts than all his classmates combined.

In fact, the strange things happened to Harry more than that, as the age continued to grow, the frequency of occurrence became higher and higher.

For example, as long as it is an electronic product that Harry has touched or used, it will often fail for no reason.

The Dursleys banned Harry from contacting any electronic products because of this, and no one could afford to replace a new TV for a week or two.

Dudley knew it was the magic in Harry, Harry didn't mean it.

"I'm going out, see you at noon."

"See you at noon, Brother D."

Speaking of Harry, he watched Dudley leave with envy on his face. Harry didn't know that he was envious of Dudley's outstanding ability, but in fact Dudley was also envious of his wizard talent.

When he opened the door of his own room, Dudley had already changed his appearance, and his disguise technique became more and more proficient.

When they came to the agreed place, a car was parked there, Dudley opened the door and got in.

If it weren't for the fact that he was too young, Dudley would definitely have to drive by himself.

"Let me see what it is."

Dudley picked up the package that he took away, with a large letter H written on it, and the name of the gift giver on the surface.

Tear open the outer package, and inside there is a scarf, which is wrapped around the neck without saying a word.

Turning around on the streets of London, I came to a residential building in a short while.

In fact, Dudley didn't go to the company. It was on the right track long ago, and it was managed by professionals. It didn't matter whether he was there or not. He only needed to be responsible for counting the money.

He doesn't even have to worry about the theft of commercial secrets, because there is no technology at all, and what he sells is the brand and IP, which cannot be stolen.

"Is it still the same time and place to pick you up? Sir."

Dudley nodded to the driver, took a small suitcase from the seat next to him and got off.

Putting a brown top hat on his head, he looked around and walked into one of the alleys.

He's here to make a deal.

Dudley has been researching potions all the time. With the degree of specialization, he is no longer satisfied with those few simple potions. However, many potion ingredients cannot be obtained by Muggles. means.

Among them, it is impossible to make a deal with some other kind of people.

As can be seen from his conversation with the driver, this is not the first time.

As long as you have money, many things will become easy, even including social circles.

Go to the end of the alley, knock on the door at the corner, and a small window opens in the center of the door, revealing only a pair of eyes.

"who?"

A dull voice came out.

"Shadow." Dudley said coldly.

After checking the password, the door was slowly opened, and various strange smells came out from the room. Dudley frowned slightly, lowered his hat and covered his nose with a scarf, and walked in.

The room was about the size of a billiards room, and it was full of people, both men and women, without exception, all wearing all kinds of fancy clothes and gathered together. The air was extremely turbid, and there were no windows open, only a few candles lit. Bright, the whole interior looks very dark.

Those who didn't know thought they had come to a meeting place for drug addicts.

Rubbish can be seen everywhere on the ground, and no one cleans it at all.

Dirty and chaotic is Dudley's impression of this place.

When they noticed that a newcomer was coming in, all of them looked in Dudley's direction, with greed and hatred in their eyes, but they all silently moved away after seeing that it was Dudley.

"Dear Mr. Gargamel, please follow me."

A waiter dressed in medieval costumes came over, rubbed his hands and greeted Dudley affectionately.