Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"No, this dress is not suitable. The color is too bright."

"No, this one won't do either. It's too fancy. I've heard Lily say before that wizards' clothes are relatively plain."

Another ten minutes later.

Looking at the full loads of clothes hanging in the closet, Penny cried out in despair: "Oh, God, I have nothing to wear anymore."

Vernon: .

Five minutes later, Dudley had finished his bath and walked out of the bathroom. Harry then walked out of the small room, scratching his belly and yawning. He had slept too late yesterday because he was too excited, so he felt very listless at the moment.

Penny also reluctantly chose the right clothes.

Five minutes later, as the clock struck nine, the Dursleys' doorbell rang.

Professor McGonagall arrived on time.

"Should we take a flying carpet or just fly there?"

Vernon looked behind Professor McGonagall for a moment and asked curiously.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dursley, but flying carpets were banned by the Ministry of Magic in the 18th century, at least in Europe."

Professor McGonagall explained to Vernon, "We usually fly on broomsticks."

"Why are flying carpets banned?" Dudley asked curiously.

Professor McGonagall replied: "Because flying carpets are considered Muggle artifacts."

"The magical world is very averse to using things made by ordinary people?"

"That's about right." Professor McGonagall continued, "For example, electronic products such as televisions and computers used by Muggles are not allowed in Hogwarts."

"So what kind of lighting do you use?"

"Candles, kerosene lamps and torches." Professor McGonagall gave examples as if it was a matter of course.

'Isn't this like going back to the Middle Ages?'

Dudley's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard that.

Even though Professor McGonagall explained that those things were magical items, it could not change their nature. In terms of lighting, they were not as good as electric lights.

Dudley frowned slightly. Professor McGonagall's words made him feel extremely xenophobic towards wizards. Why didn't they use more convenient things and isolate themselves from the world?

When he thought about not being able to use those convenient and useful things, and that all entertainment activities such as game consoles and televisions were gone, and that he had to return to the medieval level of walking at night with a kerosene lamp, Dudley suddenly felt that it was actually not bad not to go to Hogwarts. Of course, this feeling was fleeting.

"It's getting late, and we still have to pick up another little witch." Professor McGonagall took out a piece of parchment from her pocket and studied it carefully. "Let me see, she lives a bit far from here, but we can use Floo powder to walk to the Johnsons' house through the nearest wizard's home. It's about two kilometers away. The place where she lives is really remote, and there are not many wizards nearby."

Finally, he added one more sentence.

"I hope someone from the Johnson family is here today, otherwise we'll have to walk five kilometers to get there."

"You can't go over if you're not at home?"

Shocked Dudley for a hundred years, what kind of operation is this, walking through someone else's house?

Professor McGonagall patiently explained: "Of course, if no one is home, the fireplace is closed."

Of course, they could use Apparition, but the Dursleys were all Muggles, and Harry and Dudley had no experience with Apparition before.

Disapparating is not a pleasant experience, especially the first time.

As for the door key, sorry there is no door nearby.

Dudley leaned over and saw the address on the parchment. It was an upscale residential area that ranked among the best in London. It might seem remote to wizards, but it was actually near the most prosperous commercial district in London.

House prices are not cheap.

"St. Johnswood Community is only a thirty-minute drive from us."

Dudley suggested, "How about taking our car? Even though it's a little slow, at least we don't have to walk."

Instead of going around in such a big circle, it’s more convenient to drive.

"Muggle transportation?"

Professor McGonagall was somewhat tempted. Driving was undoubtedly much more convenient than walking.

Actually, there is another way. Wizards also have their own means of transportation. However, when Professor McGonagall thought of the churning feeling in her stomach, she still felt that taking Muggle transportation was not a bad idea.

So the five of them got into the largest car in Vernon's garage. The business had been good recently, and the Dursleys now had a total of three cars.

Vernon and Petunia were a little disappointed. They thought they could see some magical magic, but they ended up having to drive.

Fortunately, there was not much traffic jam along the way, and we arrived at St. Johnswood Community in less than half an hour.

Looking at the three-story courtyard with a red roof, Dudley was a little dazed.

Wait, this place seems familiar.

"Mom, Professor McGonagall is coming soon, hurry up."

Standing outside the door, I heard a domineering and extremely familiar voice.

Then the door was pushed open, and a young couple and a little girl came out.

The three of them were stunned when they saw the people standing at the door. Then the host walked quickly to Vernon with a look of joy on his face and gave him a big hug. "Oh, my God, isn't this for dear brother Vernon?"

Vernon also patted the other's back affectionately: "Hey, brother Wendell, long time no see."

Wendell Granger and Monica Granger are a well-known couple of dentists in London with excellent medical skills.

As for how he got to know the Dursleys, it was because Vernon ate too much ice cream one night, which caused an attack of pulpitis. He was sent to Mr. Granger's clinic for two days of treatment before he recovered.

During the treatment process, they found that they both liked fishing, and they became familiar with each other after a few visits.

They would make appointments to go fishing whenever they wanted, and although they always returned empty-handed, this made their relationship even stronger. Sometimes the friendship between fishermen is just so strange.

When Dudley went to Oxford Dragon Primary School as an exchange student, it was Vernon who consulted Mr. Granger for his opinion.

By the way, their daughter's name is Hermione Jean Granger.

As for why there is a "Jane" in the middle, it is because Mrs. Granger's original name was Monica Jane before she married Mr. Granger.

Hand over your ticket!

Chapter 29 Vernon: I hope the exchange rate won't be too high

"I didn't expect this scarf would suit you so well."

Hermione walked forward and looked at the scarf tied around Dudley's neck, her face flushing slightly.

"I like it very much." Dudley touched the scarf and said softly.

Harry, who was standing behind the two of them, heard their conversation and suddenly realized that the girl was the one he saw in the classroom. His curiosity suddenly burned.

Eat melons and eat melons

"I didn't expect you were also a student there. I thought it would be boring when you were not around."

The domineering little hen now acts like a little quail, speaking in a soft voice.

Petunia and Mrs. Granger followed behind the two men, whispering something. As for Vernon and Mr. Granger, they were already discussing when to go fishing again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't forget that we have business to attend to. I think it's time to leave."

Professor McGonagall saw that the others were talking endlessly and cleared her throat.

Everyone then reacted and apologized to Professor McGonagall. At the same time, they also realized that the other party's family also had a little wizard, so they hurried to congratulate her.

"It's okay. Since you know each other, it will be much more convenient."

Professor McGonagall is not a conservative person. Since they know each other and have a close relationship, it will be easier for her to lead him.

Now that we have picked up the person, we set off for the magical world. This time our destination is a bar.

There is the entrance to the magical world of sorcery.

Of course, I still took the bus. There was really no wizard near St. Johnswood Community, and there was not even a Muggle wizard within a radius of ten kilometers. The wizard family named Johnson mentioned by Professor McGonagall had moved five years ago.

After all, this is the Muggles' commercial street and a downtown area. Wizards who pride themselves on being noble naturally don't like this noisy environment.

After parking the car, the group came to a dirty, small bar on the street in London.

"Oh, this bar looks really old."

Vernon frowned as he looked at the dirty sign. He would not go into such a shabby pub even if it offered him free drinks.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger also frowned at the same time.

Only Penny was looking at the interior of the tavern through the dim glass from the outside with great interest. Perhaps the glass had not been cleaned for a long time, and Penny was unable to see clearly what was going on inside.

Professor McGonagall was no longer surprised by this, so she took out her wand and waved it in front of the few people.

"Huh?" Vernon touched his forehead.

The feeling of resistance to entering was dispelled.

"This place is under a spell. Most Muggles cannot see it, and even if they can, they would be reluctant to enter." Professor McGonagall gave a simple explanation.

The Muggle-Repelling Charm can repel Muggles and prevent ordinary people from setting foot in this place.

It is said that those with strong minds will not be affected by this magic.

"Lily mentioned it to me before, I didn't expect the Leaky Cauldron to be here."

Petunia's exclamation made Professor McGonagall look at her again.

With the sound of a clear bell, the dirty door was slowly pushed open.

When they entered the tavern, everyone was dazzled by the sight.

The interior of the tavern is much more spacious than it looks from the outside, at least ten times larger.

It is no exaggeration to say that there is a lot going on inside.

There were a few guests sitting at the sparsely populated tables, dressed strangely, with robes and top hats that looked very much like Professor McGonagall's current attire. A few old women were sitting in the corner drinking sherry from small glasses, one of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was chatting with a bar owner who was almost bald and looked like a shrunken walnut.

The moment they entered the room, the chattering suddenly stopped, and when they saw it was Professor McGonagall, they all gave her a friendly look.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall. Is this the new student at Hogwarts?"

The bar owner's tone was very respectful.

Professor McGonagall just nodded politely to the others and led them across the bar to the small walled patio. Mr. Granger and Vernon wanted to order a drink that was unique to wizards, but Professor McGonagall's serious attitude made them hold back.

"I will only demonstrate this once, please remember."

Professor McGonagall took out her wand and tapped three times on a spot on the wall.

Then a magical scene happened. The brick he had knocked on began to shake and move, and a small hole appeared in the middle. The hole became larger and larger, and soon a wide archway appeared in front of them, leading to a winding cobblestone street with no end in sight.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Diagon Alley."

Soon after they crossed the archway, the wall behind them turned into a solid wall.

"It's amazing!" Mr. Granger couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Mrs. Granger and Vernon were also looking around curiously, not to mention Harry and Hermione, who were looking around. Even Dudley couldn't help but look around for a while longer.

There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the road, including cauldron shops, quill pen shops, material shops, pet shops, parchment shops, and herbal shops. Wizards come and go among these shops, and the flow of people is no less than that of ordinary people's commercial areas. It is very lively.

Diagon Alley can be said to be the commercial street of the wizarding world.

Most of the daily necessities needed by young wizards to study at Hogwarts are purchased here.

Apart from Professor McGonagall, the only one who remained calm was probably Petunia. She said to Professor McGonagall calmly, "Professor McGonagall, I think we should go and exchange some money from the wizarding world first."

Neither the Grangers nor the Dursleys had a single Nat's worth of wizarding world currency.

"I almost forgot, we need to go to Gringotts first."

Having said that, he led everyone towards the central block.

“I don’t know if I brought enough.”

On the way, Dudley heard Vernon muttering softly. Vernon's right purse was bulging with pounds.

Vernon had gone to the bank to withdraw this the night before.

The crowd came to a tall, snow-white building in the European medieval style. In front of it was a bronze door that had been polished to a shine.

"This is Gringotts."