Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

If Matou Shinji's magician physique is counted, it would be the second time.

Just when Dudley was in a daze, the strange book seemed to have discovered Dudley, gave up chasing the cats, turned its head and lashed towards Dudley with its fangs bared.

Seeing this, Xue'er's hair exploded all over her body, and her whole body fluffed up. While breathing at the strange book, she also let out a high-pitched scream.

It's warning about weird books.

It's a pity that Xue'er's threat was useless, and the strange book still rushed towards Dudley quickly.

Cher was very afraid of strange books, but she still stood by Dudley's feet, and stretched out her sharp claws hidden under the pads, planning to fight to the death.

"Hey, what's the deal with this thing? Casting spells? But I can't."

Dudley was trying to find a solution to the problem, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a cat lying on the ground, motionless.

It's the fourth cat, Kick.

Is Kick injured or dead?

In any case, it must have been done by this strange book.

Dudley had always liked cats, and with the time spent together, he loved the four cats even more.

Anger welled up in my heart.

"Forget it, let's use my own method." With that said, Dudley rolled up his sleeves.

Seeing the strange book approaching, he stepped forward and swung his fist.

With lightning speed, he hit the strange book with incomparable precision.

The dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded like a strong man hitting the ground with a hammer, causing the whole room to tremble slightly.

Then the world went quiet.

That was the punch that Dudley had killed the guy who claimed to be the best high school boxer in England.

Dudley slowly withdrew his fist on the cover of the strange book, and the strange book lay quietly on the spot without any movement.

"Let me see if it's more fierce?" Dudley held the spine of the strange book with one hand and shook it.

At this time, the strange book has become very honest, limp, and two ribbon-shaped tongues stick out of its mouth.

If that's really the tongue.

'You won't be punched to death by yourself, will you? '

Dudley couldn't help thinking that the book was so still.

'I remember I received a three-point force. '

'If this thing really dies, how should I pay for it? '

Just as Dudley was thinking wildly, there was an exclamation from outside the door.

"Oh, my Merlin, what the hell happened here?"

Mrs. Figg, who was still carrying a basket in her hand, ran in in a panic. Looking at the messy room that looked like a thief, her expression changed slightly, and she asked Dudley.

"Little Dudley, what the hell happened?"

Doubts in the tone are more doubts.

To tell the truth, Mrs. Figg's attitude is already very good.

Just imagine, if you promised to help your neighbors look after their children, and even trusted them to give each other a key to your own house, but one day when you came home, you found that he appeared in the room you specially locked, and in the room Also messy.

It's you, what would you think?

At the very least, Vernon would definitely not be so calm.

"Mrs. Figg, I thought there were thieves in the house." Dudley shook the strange book in his hand: "This guy killed Kick."

Mrs. Feige pointed to a cat that "just happened to pass by" doubtfully, and said, "Isn't Kiki doing well there?"

In fact, when she saw the 'Monster Book of Monsters' in Dudley's hand, her pupils shrank slightly, and her heartbeat also accelerated a few minutes.

'Gah, Kick was just playing dead. '

Just when Dudley was at a loss and didn't know how to organize the words to explain, Cher ran to Mrs. Figg's feet with light steps.

"Mimimi (first sound) Meow Meow (first sound) Miu Miu Miu (second sound)."

It was a tone Dudley had never heard before, and he didn't even know cats could make such a variety of tones.

The miraculous scene happened again.

"So it's Xueer." Accompanied by Xueer's meowing, Mrs. Figg nodded at Xueer from time to time, as if she understood.

Turning his head, he said to Dudley apologetically, "I'm sorry, child. I blamed you wrongly, thank you for helping them."

Dudley doesn't mind if he apologizes or not, the point is

'Can Mrs. Figg understand what Cher is saying? '

'Know cat language? '

'Is Mrs Figg a wizard? '

Dudley's eyes lit up, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm down his excitement.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, and at the same time he showed a somewhat hesitant and somewhat curious expression: "Mrs. Figg, may I ask if you and Harry are the same kind of people?"

"My parents always called Harry a monster boy, sometimes he can do a lot of things that ordinary people can't."

"I've heard them privately call these .magic"

Dudley's words were beyond Mrs. Figg's expectations. Thinking about it, I can feel relieved. I grew up with a born wizard, and I must have seen more than one unexplainable magical phenomenon. Magic riots are something that every little wizard will experience. , not to mention that Dudley is a clever boy.

After thinking for a while, Mrs. Figg said, "You're very clever, child."

"Is there really magic?"

"Then can you teach me? I... want to learn magic too."

Dudley's performance is like a child who just learned that there is magic in this world, full of desire and curiosity for unknown things.

"I'm sorry, kid. I can't do it."

Mrs. Feige shook her head regretfully: "Actually, it's okay to tell you, anyway, you will know sooner or later, after all, you are that child's brother."

Mrs. Figg took a deep breath and said seriously, "I am the same as Harry, but different."

It was the first time someone told Dudley about the magic of this world. With Mrs. Figg's narration, information about the magical world that he could not have known before gradually appeared before Dudley's eyes.

A world of enchantment and magic.

In the 'Harry Potter' world can be roughly divided into three kinds of people: wizards, Muggles and Squibs.

Needless to say, wizards are spellcasters and mages, and the famous Harry Potter is such a person.

Muggles are people who have no connection with magic, and the original Dudley Dursley was such a person.

As for the Squibs, they were born into a family of wizards but could not learn magic.Mrs. Figg was a Squib, which is a different kind of person than wizards and Muggles.

But unlike Muggles in the true sense, they cannot cast spells, but they have some special features compared with ordinary Muggles.

One of them is Mrs. Figg's ability to communicate with cats, which some wizards don't have.

PS: It’s true that Mrs. Figg is a Squib, but Squibs in this world are not equal to Muggles. Compared with Muggles, they still have many magical abilities, but they cannot release magic.

For example, Muggles cannot see dementors, but Mrs. Figg can see them. It was originally set that Mrs. Figg is a member of the Order of the Phoenix. It is said that cats are raised to make them spies.

Chapter 10 10 Activate magician talent?

"I cannot perform magic. So I cannot teach you magic."

Mrs. Fig put the vegetable basket aside, sat in front of Dudley and said regretfully.

Dudlin could hear a deep sense of loss from these words.

Born in the magic world but unable to learn magic, this can no longer be described as a regret.

"Even if I know magic, I can't teach you. To learn magic, you must go to Hogwarts. This is the rule of the wizarding world."

As Mrs. Figg spoke, she began to tidy up the messed-up room.

One cat is enough, three cats plus a monster book, it is like a palace in heaven.

"Hogwarts?"

Dudley also started to help tidy up, and at the same time, he was wondering whether to tell Mrs. Figg about the current status of the monster book.

Shouldn't you have to pay yourself?

What currency do wizards use?Looks like some kind of gold coin.

"That's right, that's the best wizarding school in the world." As soon as Mrs. Figg mentioned Hogwarts, she immediately regained her spirits.

"Harry will definitely go there to study in the future."

His tone was full of yearning.

Dudley was fascinated by what he heard, he really wanted to learn magic

"Then can I go to Hogwarts too?" Dudley asked mysteriously.

Mrs. Figg shook her head. "I don't know, child."

She had expected Dudley to ask that question; there was no child who didn't yearn for magic when he learned about it.

In fact, Mrs. Figg also knew that there was a high probability that Dudley would not be able to go to Hogwarts.

Muggles and Muggle children are basically still Muggles.

The large number of Muggle wizards is based on the huge Muggle base.

Not to say that there is no one in a million, and it is not far behind.

Pick a Muggle child at random, and the probability of the other being a Muggle wizard is no less than that of winning the lottery.

Under the chatting between the two of them, the room was quickly tidied up.

"Okay, boy. I'm going to get dinner ready, and Harry gets out of school in a minute."

When Mrs. Figg was about to close the door of the room, Dudley took out a book with a black cover from somewhere.

"Mrs. Figg, may I read this book?"

"Magic Potions and Potions", several large characters are written on the cover.

This is the textbook for the first year Potions class at Hogwarts.

The author is Arseni Giger, a wizard who is very good at making potions.

As for why a Squib has magic books at home.

If she can't learn it, can't she buy it to see?

What if Mrs. Figg's magical talent awakens someday?

Without any rules, Squibs can't buy books on magic.

So it makes sense.

As for the monster book, it was an accident.

"Please."

"I really want to learn magic."

Before Mrs. Figg refused, Dudley said hastily.

He said this from the heart, he really yearns for magic.

As a person who lived on the edge of magic and non-magic, Mrs. Figg knew how Dudley felt at the moment.

Maybe it was Dudley's sincere eyes, or maybe it was Dudley's words "I really want to learn magic" that touched Mrs. Figg.

She agreed to Dudley's request.

It would be cruel to refuse a child's request, and then tell him that he is destined not to become a wizard in this life.

Mrs. Figg was a good fellow, and a good fellow softens his heart.