Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

As far as Harry could remember, he hadn't felt happy that week.

One day in June.

Harry was helping Petunia clean up at this time.

"Dursley, your family's letter."

The voice of the postman came from outside the door, and then the mailbox clicked. The letters were not put into the mailbox at all, and they were all scattered on the mat at the gate.

Vernon was lying on the sofa reading a newspaper when he saw Dudley coming out of the shower after his morning exercise.

"Dudley, go get the letter."

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

One was a postcard from Aunt Marge, she was travelling out of town. One was a bill, probably for electricity. And the other was addressed to Harry Potter.

The writing was in emerald green ink. There was no stamp. On the other side of the envelope was a wax seal and a shield with a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

'What is to come will come.'

Dadley checked the mailbox carefully and confirmed that there was no letter from him. He suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable loss in his heart.

He casually handed the bill and postcard to Vernon.

"Oh my goodness. Marge is sick," Vernon said to Petunia. "She ate some bad snails."

Then he opened the envelope containing the bill and snorted in disgust. No one liked bills. Vernon looked at the last letter in Dudley's hand.

"Dudley, is that your letter? What a strange material, parchment? Who uses that stuff nowadays?"

"This is from Harry." Dudley waved the addressee box in front of Vernon.

As soon as these words were spoken, the house suddenly became extremely quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.

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

'Who would send a letter to Harry?'

This question not only puzzled the Dursleys, but also confused Harry.

'Yeah, who's going to send me a letter?'

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

Harry didn't mind, he just wanted to know what was written inside, so he came over.

Vernon only read the first line, and his face turned from red to blue faster than a traffic light, and within a few seconds his face turned as gray as gray oatmeal.

"Pepe Penny, it's them!"

It seemed as if all the strength in the body was used up in just a few words.

Before Harry could read it clearly, the letter was in Petunia's hands again. She also read only the first line, then covered her forehead and staggered as if she was about to faint, then grabbed her throat and choked, as if she was about to pass out.

This made Harry even more curious, he had never seen his aunt with such an expression.

"Aunt Petunia, what does it say?"

Harry came over curiously, but the letter was taken away by Petunia.

"This is not something a child should know."

Dudley could tell that Petunia was trying to control her emotions and not break down.

"Vernon and I have something to discuss. You two should go to the room on the second floor."

"Okay, Auntie."

Harry acted like a good baby.

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

Perhaps it was because he had spent so much time with Dudley that Harry was much more mature than he appeared.

He knew that instead of asking Petunia and Vernon, he should ask his older cousin.

Dudley touched Harry's head and said in a farewell tone: "Harry, maybe you can't go to the same high school with me."

"Why?!" Harry raised his voice several degrees, and then he realized something and asked anxiously: "Is it because of the letter?"

"Vernon." Aunt Petunia said in a trembling voice outside the door: "What should we do? Vernon? Should we write a letter back? Tell them we don't want them to... We finally treated him as our own child."

"Penny, I won't let them take anyone away. When we brought him in, didn't we swear to have nothing to do with those things?"

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Dudley heard Petunia sobbing and Vernon's angry shouting.

He had known that this day would come, and thought his parents had already been prepared. However, he didn't expect that when the day really came, his parents' reaction would be greater than he expected.

Because of a letter, the Dursley family was completely thrown into chaos.

Even the ignorant Harry knew that something big was about to happen and his life might change because of it.

Petunia and Vernon ended up burning the letter, planning to ignore it, thinking that this would prevent what happened.

Dudley knew that this was just the beginning.

The next morning, the alarm clock rang at six o'clock sharp.

A day's plan begins in the morning. Dudley got up from bed and started his daily exercise.

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

Do one-handed push-ups, dumbbells, and pull-up bars one by one.

Just as Dudley was about to finish his morning exercise, the postman arrived on time.

"Dursley, your family's letter."

Written in the same emerald green ink as always, it was another letter to Harry, but this time it was not one letter, but three.

Vernon, who rushed over after hearing the news, tore the three letters to pieces in front of Harry.

Harry had a blank expression and no reaction. He was not curious at all. He knew that the letter would separate him and Dudley, and he wanted to go to Smeltings High School with Dudley.

That day Vernon nailed the mailbox shut.

Day 3 Six Letters

Day 4 Twelve Letters.

Starting from the second day, the number doubled every other day.

Until Sunday.

"No postman on Sunday, and no damn letters," said Vernon cheerfully.

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

Today it was not the postman who delivered the mail, but an owl. There were owls everywhere outside the Dursleys' yard.

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

'It seems I am destined not to go to Hogwarts.'

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

In a trance, Dudley's eyes caught a glimpse of a letter. His heart skipped a beat for no reason. Dudley hurriedly reached through the fireplace to get the letter. Unfortunately, because the fire was too strong, most of the letter had been burned when Dudley rescued it, especially the recipient column in the upper left corner, which was completely unrecognizable. After careful identification, Dudley could vaguely see that the name did not start with Harry's H, but a big D.

'Is this my letter?!'

Chapter 19: Haig loses the Korean market

It is impossible to verify whether the letter was from Dudley, unless one can ask the sender. However, given Dudley's current condition, this is definitely impossible.

"leave here!"

After completely destroying the letters, Vernon tried to remain calm, but from the way he pulled large clumps of beard from his face, it was clear that he was not calm inside.

"We have to leave here in five minutes. Go pack some clothes. No discussion!"

His expression was more serious and solemn than ever before. This was the first time he had seen Vernon Dudley like this.

"I won't expose my family to that damn nonsense!"

Soon, they got into the Dursleys' newly bought car. Vernon drove forward without saying a word. Petunia lowered her head and prayed softly. Dudley could hear her saying, "Get rid of them, get rid of them." For a moment, the atmosphere in the car was terribly solemn.

Dudley also began to have wild thoughts. The current situation was the same as in the original book, where the whole family went out to "take refuge".

In fact, Dudley didn't quite understand this point. Why did the Dursleys insist on taking Harry with them? If they really hated Harry so much, why didn't they just leave him alone at home?

Both Vernon and Petunia should have known that the letter was only for Harry Potter, not the Dursleys.

Yet they took Harry Potter with them.

The car drove for a whole day until we arrived at a hotel in the suburbs of a big city.

Compared to the slow pace of Muggles driving, wizards are much more efficient whether it's Apparition, Floo powder or door keys.

There was a pile of mail waiting for the Dursleys at the hotel early in the morning.

Dudley felt that his father was going crazy from being tortured.

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

When he needed care from his family, they threw him at my doorstep and left him there for eleven years. They said they felt sorry for him, but the fact was that no one had ever looked after him or taken care of him in these eleven years.

Now that he has reached school age and the wizarding world needs him, can we just drop a letter and take him away?

No guardian's opinion was sought at all.

What do you think we Dursleys are?

What do you take Harry for?

It comes when you call it, and it goes away when you wave it.

Can't you send someone over to talk it over?

Is it fun to play with Muggles?

Is this the wizard who is so high up?

Isn't that a bit too arrogant?

“I found a really great place!”

Vernon pushed open the door of the hotel room and said with bloodshot eyes that he hadn'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-story hut that looked like an abandoned lighthouse.

There is no electricity in this kind of place, and even cooking can only be done with firewood.

As night fell, Dursley went to bed early. He had not had a good night's sleep during these days of fear.

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

"Happy birthday, Harry."

Dudley said apologetically, "With the current materials, this is all I can do. As for the gift, I'll make it up to you when I get back."

As he spoke, he brought up a simple birthday cake made of flour and eggs, with no cream or even honey on it.

Harry was very happy because his cousin had never forgotten his birthday over the years.

"Thank you, Brother D."

He slurped the noodles in big mouthfuls with a happy smile on his face.

Soon a bowl of noodles was finished and most of the cake was eaten.

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

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

Even though Harry didn't see the content of the letter, he roughly understood that the other party's target was him.

Dudley patted his head and said, "Don't worry, no one can take you away if you don't want to."

The wizards' contemptuous teasing behavior during this time had already made Dudley feel more resentful.

A golden spark danced on Dudley's fingertips.