Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

Vernon was lying on the sofa reading the newspaper, just in time to see Dudley coming out of the shower after morning exercise.

"Dudley, go get the letter."

"Okay." He walked to the door and took out the letters, there were three copies in total.

One was a postcard from Aunt Marge, who was away on a trip.One is a bill, which seems to be for electricity.There is also a letter on which the addressee says Harry Potter.

The handwriting is written in emerald green ink.No postage stamp.On the other side of the envelope, there is a wax seal, a coat of arms, a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

'What should come will come. '

Dudley checked the mailbox carefully, and made sure that there was no one of his own, and suddenly felt an inexplicable loss in his heart.

He casually handed the bill and postcard to Vernon.

"Oh my God. Maggie is sick," Vernon said to Petunia. "Eating the wrong conch."

Then he opened the envelope with the bill, snorted in disgust, no one likes bills, Vernon looked at the last letter in Dudley's hand.

"Dudley, is that your letter? What a strange material, parchment? Who still uses it now?"

"This is Harry's." Dudley waved the address line in front of Vernon.

As soon as this remark came out, the house instantly became abnormally quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Vernon, Petunia, and Harry looked at Dudley, or rather the letter in his hand, at the same time.

'Who's going to send Harry a letter? '

Not only the Dursleys were full of question marks on this question, but even Harry was at a loss.

'Yeah, who's going to mail me? '

Vernon snatched the letter from Dudley, opened it with one hand and read it.

Harry didn't mind, he just wanted to know what was written in it, so he followed along.

Vernon only read the first line, and his face went from red to blue faster than a stoplight, and within seconds his face was as gray as gray cereal.

"Pepe Penny, it's them!"

Just a few words seem to have exhausted the strength of the whole body.

Before Harry could read it clearly, the letter was in Petunia's hands again.Similarly, she only read the first line, then clutched her forehead as if she was about to faint, then grabbed her throat and choked, as if she was going to die.

Harry was even more curious now, he'd never seen his aunt look like this before.

"Aunt Petunia, what's written on it?"

Harry leaned over curiously, but Petunia put the letter away.

"That's not something young children should know."

Dudley could hear Petunia trying to control her emotions, try not to break down.

"I have something to talk to Vernon, you two go to the room on the second floor first."

"Yes, Aunt."

Harry acted like a good baby.

"Brother D, do you know what happened?" Harry asked Dudley curiously as soon as he entered the room.

Perhaps because of spending so much time with Dudley, Harry was much more mature than he appeared to be.

He knew that instead of asking Petunia and Vernon, he might as well ask his big cousin.

Dudley patted Harry's head, as if saying goodbye: "Harry, maybe you won't be able to go to the same middle school as me."

"Why?!" Harry raised his volume several degrees, then he realized something, and asked eagerly, "Is it because of that letter?"

"Vernon," said Aunt Petunia in a trembling voice outside the door, "what are we going to do, Vernon? Shall we write back? Tell them we don't want . . . to take him as our own."

"Petunia, I will never let them take anyone away. When we brought him in, didn't we promise to sever all ties with those things?"

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Dudley heard Petunia sobbing and Vernon howling in anger.

He already knew that this day would come, and thought that his parents had already made preparations, but he didn't expect that when it really came, his parents' reaction was greater than expected.

Because of one letter, the Dursleys were completely thrown into chaos.

Even Harry, who is ignorant, knows that something big is about to happen, and his life may change because of it.

Petunia and Vernon ended up burning the letter, intending to ignore it, thinking that would stop things from happening.

Dudley knew that this was just the beginning.

Early the next morning, the alarm clock rang on time at six o'clock.

In the morning, Dudley got out of bed and started his daily exercise routine.

Start with a simple warm-up to stretch your body.

One-handed push-ups, dumbbells, and pulleys one by one.

When Dudley was about to finish his morning practice, the postman arrived on time.

"Dursley, a letter from your family."

Emerald ink, as usual, and another letter to Harry, only this time not one but three.

After hearing the news, Vernon tore the three letters to shreds in front of Harry.

Harry was deadpan and unresponsive, not at all curious, he knew the letter would separate him from Dudley, and he wanted to go to Smeltings with Dudley.

This was the day Vernon nailed the mailbox.

Six letters on the third day

Twelve letters on the fourth day.

Starting the next day, the amount doubled every other day.

until Sunday.

"No postman on Sunday, and no damn letter," said Vernon happily.

As soon as he finished speaking, something whizzed down from the kitchen chimney and hit him hard on the back of the head.Then countless letters shot out of the fireplace like bullets, filling the entire room in an instant.

Today it wasn't the postman who delivered the mail, it was the owls, and there were owls everywhere outside the Dursleys' courtyard.

Looking at the pile of letters that filled the room, Dudley felt nothing in his heart.

'It seems that I am doomed to miss Hogwarts. '

Following Vernon's orders, Dudley threw the piles of letters into the burning fireplace.

In a trance, Dudley glanced at a certain letter from the corner of his eye, and there was a sudden sudden feeling in his heart. Dudley quickly went to get the letter through the fireplace. Unfortunately, because the fire was too hot, when Dudley rescued it, Most of this letter has been burned, especially the recipient column in the upper left corner is completely unrecognizable. Dudley can vaguely see that the name does not start with Harry's H, but a big D. .

'Is this my letter? ! '

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Whether the letter belonged to Dudley was impossible to verify, unless one could ask the sender, but given Dudley's current situation, it was definitely impossible to ask.

"leave here!"

After completely destroying those letters, Vernon said as calmly as possible, but it can be seen from the fact that he pulled his beard off his face in a big way that he was not at peace.

"We're leaving here in 5 minutes. Hurry up and pack some clothes. No discussion!"

His expression was unprecedentedly serious and serious, and this was the first time he had seen Vernon Dudley like this.

"I'm not going to expose my family to that goddamn nonsense!"

Soon, several people sat in the new car bought by the Dursleys. Vernon drove forward without saying a word, and Petunia lowered her head and prayed in a low voice. Dudley could hear what she said. Get rid of them, get rid of them', for a while the atmosphere in the car was solemn and terrifying.

Dudley also began to think wildly, the current situation is the same as the original book, the whole family went out to 'refuge'.

In fact, Dudley didn't quite understand this point, why the Dursleys insisted on taking Harry with them, and if they really hated Harry so much, why didn't they leave him alone at home.

Both Vernon and Petunia should know that the letter is only for Harry Potter, not Dursley.

They took Harry Potter anyway.

The car drove for a whole day until we came to a hotel on the outskirts of a big city.

Compared with Muggles driving slowly, wizards are more efficient whether they are Apparating, Floo powder or door keys.

A pile of letters had been waiting for the Dursleys at the hotel early in the morning.

Dudley felt that his father was going to be tortured and going crazy.

At the same time, for the first time, Dudley felt dissatisfied with the actions of these wizards.

He needs to be taken care of by his relatives, so he is thrown at my door. No matter what he does, it has been 11 years. He said that he is pitiful, but the fact is that no one has seen or taken care of him in these 11 years.

Now when he reaches school age, the magic world needs him, can he be picked up by throwing a letter?

Do not ask the guardian's opinion at all.

What do you think we Dursleys are?

What do you think of Harry?

Come and go when you call.

Can't you send someone over to have a good talk?

Interested in juggling Muggles?

Is this the aloof wizard?

Isn't it too arrogant?

"I found a particularly ideal place!"

Vernon pushed open the door of the hotel room, stared at the bloodshot eyes and said, he hasn't had a good night's sleep for several days.

The place Vernon was looking for was a huge reef in the sea, on which there was a dilapidated two-storey hut in the shape of an abandoned lighthouse.

This kind of place is destined to have no electricity, and even cooking can only be done with firewood.

As night fell, Dursley went to bed early. These days, he was afraid that he would not have a good night's sleep.

The smell of vegetables came from the kitchen, and soon a few simple dishes and a bowl of longevity noodles were placed in front of Harry.

"Happy birthday, Harry."

Dudley said apologetically: "With the current materials, I can only do so much. I will make up for the gift when I get back."

Speaking of which, he brought up a simple birthday cake, which was made of flour and eggs, without cream or even honey on it.

Harry was very happy, his big cousin never forgot his birthday all these years.

"Thank you, Brother D."

Sucking and sucking the noodles, there was a happy smile on his face.

Soon a bowl of noodles was eaten, and the cake was also eaten.

But Harry suddenly said: "Brother D, if their target is only me, let them take me away."

"Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia are having a hard time, and I don't want to see anyone get hurt because of me."

Even if Harry didn't read the contents of the letter, he roughly understood that the other party's target was him.

Dudley patted his head: "Don't worry, as long as you don't want to, no one can take you away."

The contemptuous playful behavior of the wizards these days has made Dudley feel a little more resentful.

A golden spark danced on Dudley's fingertips.

Ripple Qigong.

And in the purse at his waist, there were all kinds of potions neatly placed.

Dudley didn't like violence, but he was never against violence.

After a while, feeling sleepy, Harry wrapped himself in the blanket and lay down.Dudley was sitting cross-legged on the spot, recharging his energy and improving his condition to the best.

Accompanied by the unique breathing rhythm, the blood mixed with the golden arc is injected into the eight extraordinary meridians and all the bones of the limbs.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a creaking sound outside the house.