Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Professor McGonagall introduced them, then pointed to the servants in front of the gate and said, "Those are goblins."

Looking in the direction she pointed, I saw a few pointy-eared, short creatures standing in front of the gate.

The Grangers and Vernon looked curious; it was the first time they had seen such a creature that was different from humans.

"I want to warn you first, don't get too entangled with these goblins."

"Goblins are well known in the wizarding world for their greed. They will do anything for money."

Hearing what Professor McGonagall said, Vernon unconsciously tightened his pockets, feeling more and more that he didn't bring enough money.

'I hope the exchange rate isn't too high,' Vernon thought.

With this mood in mind, several people stepped into the door of Gringotts.

Chapter 30 Nice to meet you!

The interior of Gringotts was much more spacious than it looked from the outside. Apparently, a traceless extension spell had been cast inside. It had to be said that this spell was quite convenient. There were countless doors in the hall, leading to different places. Hundreds of goblins were using scales, magnifying glasses and other tools to examine the gems, gold coins or some rare objects in front of them at the counter in the hall.

Under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, we came to one of the counters and said, "Please exchange some Galleons for these gentlemen."

The goblin in front of the counter, who was originally full of impatience, immediately put on a hypocritical smile when he saw that it was Professor McGonagall.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall. Are you a new student at Hogwarts?"

Seeing Professor McGonagall nod, the goblin turned to look at Vernon. The fake smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he returned to his original impatient look: "How much?"

"What's the exchange rate?" Vernon said anxiously.

The goblin glanced at Vernon impatiently, but answered his question anyway: "Five pounds a Galleon."

Vernon was obviously relieved after hearing this, and said with a wave of his hand in a heroic manner.

"First, one thousand."

"Sorry, sir." A hint of sarcasm flashed across the goblin's face: "Little wizards at Hogwarts can only exchange it once a year, and they can only exchange 100 Galleons at a time."

"Okay, 200 gold galleons." Vernon muttered softly.

He took the 1000 pounds from Vernon, then took out two bags of gold coins and handed them over.

One bag was for Harry and one was for Dudley.

On the other side, Mr. Granger also exchanged 100 gold Galleons for Hermione.

Just as they exchanged the gold coins and were about to leave, Professor McGonagall suddenly said, "Wait, we need to go to Mr. Harry Potter's safe to get some money."

As she spoke she took out a golden key from her pocket.

After a roller-coaster experience, several people came to the Potter's vault.

“I didn’t expect they were so rich.”

Coming out of the Potter family's vault that was piled like a mountain of gold, even Vernon couldn't help but sigh.

He had always thought that his wife's sister and brother-in-law were idle guys with no proper jobs, but he didn't expect that they were rich second-generations.

If those piles of gold coins were converted into pounds, it would be a considerable sum.

However, the Dursleys were not moved by this at all, but were happy for Harry.

"Please purchase what you need according to the New Student Guide."

The freshman guide that Professor McGonagall mentioned is the content of the Hogwarts admission letter.

Roughly speaking: uniform, gloves, cloak, textbook, wand, cauldron, glass vial, telescope and scales.

Of course you can also bring an owl, cat or toad.

Dudley frowned as he looked at the items on the shopping list one by one, not because there were too many things, but because there were too few.

Especially the items in the Potions class, there are only three items in total: crucible, medicine and scales.

"Professor McGonagall, besides the above, is there anything else we can bring?"

McGonagall replied, "Of course, but I would like to remind you that it is best not to bring Muggle-related items. Hogwarts cannot use those things."

It's not that Dudley wants to bring other things, it's mainly because the equipment is too simple. In order to be able to brew potions better, Dudley plans to bring the set of experimental equipment he bought. Well, considering that Harry and Hermione may also need it, he will bring a few more sets.

"It's getting late." Professor McGonagall looked up at the sky and said, "I think we should divide the work. The adults will go with me to buy cauldrons, scales, books and other things they need for school, and the future little wizards will go buy wands, uniforms and other things that need to be tailored."

Naturally, no one had any objection to Professor McGonagall's arrangement, especially Mr. Granger and Vernon. They had already agreed to go to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink later. The Leaky Cauldron was the name of the bar that the few people had visited before. They were very curious about the taste of the drinks in the wizarding world.

First comes the uniform and robes, which takes the most time.

So the two little wizards and a real Muggle stepped into a place called Madam Malkin's robe shop.

Madam Malkin was a short, plump witch with a sweet smile and dressed in purple.

"You want to buy Hogwarts uniforms, right?" Madam Malkin looked at the three of them and said politely, "Two sets for first graders and one set for seventh graders, right?"

Dudley grinned, "No, they're all first years."

Such an answer obviously surprised Madam Malkin.

"Ah, okay."

He answered reflexively, his eyes glancing unconsciously towards Dudley.

'Hogwarts now accepts more than just 11-year-old wizards?'

In addition to the three people in the store, there was also a little boy who was being measured by other witches. He had a pale face and eye-catching platinum hair.

Dudley and Hermione were discussing the robe issue with Madam Malkin, and Harry was sitting next to them chatting about something idly.

There was always an ups and downs in the tone of the little boy's voice, which made Harry feel that he could never communicate with him normally.

The content of their conversation revolved around Hogwarts, but Harry's knowledge of Hogwarts was limited to knowing the name, so no matter what questions the other party mentioned, Harry didn't know the answers.

Every time Harry got a response he didn't know, the other party would respond with a long 'oh' in a drawn-out tone.

This made Harry feel tormented.

However, the little boy thought he and Harry had a very pleasant conversation.

"Hey, look at that big fool." The boy raised his chin to Dudley who was walking over, and said in a tone that was unclear whether it was praise or contempt: "He said he was a first-year student, and he was even stronger than Crabbe and Goyle. I think he must be a big eater too."

If the previous conversation only made Harry feel uncomfortable, then this sentence undoubtedly made Harry angry.

Even though Dudley was a real eater.

Harry said coldly, "That's my brother!"

"Really?" The boy said with a hint of mockery. In his memory, no child who knew his family well looked like this: "Why is he here to accompany you? Where are your parents?"

“They’re dead.”

Harry no longer wanted to continue the conversation with the boy and only answered him out of politeness.

"Oh, sorry." The boy continued, but there was no apology in his words. He said meaningfully: "They are the same kind of people as us, right?"

"They're all wizards."

After hearing what Harry said, the mockery on the boy's face gradually disappeared, and he continued, "I don't think those who are different should be allowed to enroll, such as the ones around your big, stupid brother."

Dudley and Harry were both wearing pure black clothes, similar to the clothes in the wizarding world, while Hermione was wearing clothes that were obviously from the Muggle world.

For boys, coming from the Muggle world is naturally different.

Before he could finish his words, Harry's face changed drastically, and it was too late to stop him.

A shadow blocked the light above the boy's head. Before he could get angry, he felt a large hand pressing on his head. His head was twisted over little by little. He looked up and saw a large, expressionless face very close to him, staring at him.

At that moment he felt like he was being stared at by some extremely ferocious beast, and a piercing chill rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head.

Dudley slowly opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white, deep teeth. The boy could even feel the hot breath from his nose, and felt like his little head would be bitten off at any time.

"Hello, nice to meet you!"

Hey! Hand over your tickets!

Chapter 31 Rather than a magic wand, it is better to say...

The boy ran out crying, saying "I'll tell my dad".

He didn't even know what Dudley and the others were called.

It is not an exaggeration that Dudley's name alone could scare students to tears at St. George's School; it really happened.

Perhaps in the boy's eyes, Dudley was saying to him, "Hello, can I taste the saltiness of your brains?"

The feeling of oppression when facing Daddy, especially at close range, cannot be understood unless you experience it yourself.

"Oh my god, what just happened?"

Madam Malkin walked in confused. She had just seen the Malfoy child run out crying.

"Nothing, ma'am."

Although Madam Malkin was puzzled, she did not have the time to investigate further. There were many new students at Hogwarts, and just now there were several more little wizards in the store.

"Don't bully me next time."

Hermione poked Dudley in the waist and whispered.

"Hermione, I didn't bully him. What you heard was just a friendly greeting to him."

Hermione:

Although it was indeed a greeting, it was definitely not friendly.

Dudley looked innocent: "I am a very gentle and easy-going person."

"It is necessary to redefine the words 'elegant and easy-going'," Hermione and Harry thought at the same time.

Dudley's words reminded her of what happened at Oxford Dragon Primary School. At first, everyone thought Dudley was an easy target, until a group of self-righteous guys

Too brutal.

"Don't do that again when you get to Hogwarts."

Hermione whispered.

"Yeah, I know, I know." Dudley nodded repeatedly: "I will get along well with my future classmates and build good relationships."

After a while, the uniforms and robes were ordered, and the next place to go was the wand shop.

When it comes to wands, Hermione and Harry look very excited, especially Hermione. Ever since she knew she was a wizard, she has been dreaming of having a wand of her own and has been chattering in Dudley's ear.

The wand is the key to casting magic in this world.

Compared to the other two, Dudley was much calmer in his attitude.

Ollivander's Wand Shop is the largest and, of course, the only wand shop in Diagon Alley.

When they pushed open the rotten door, a jingling bell sounded. The interior of the store was much narrower than expected, and there was obviously no trace of the traceless extension spell. This was the only store that Dudley and his friends had seen so far that did not have this spell.

There were thousands of narrow cardboard boxes stacked around, and it was obvious that they were all filled with wands.

"Hello."

A soft voice sounded, and an old man appeared on the counter to the left of the three people. His silver eyes were like two full moons under the dim light.

The moment the old man saw the three of them, he was completely attracted by Harry. He stared at the eyes and said slowly: "I knew I would see you soon, Harry Potter. You have the same eyes as your mother. It seems like yesterday that she came here to buy her first wand. It was ten and a quarter inches long, made of willow, and it whizzed when you waved it. It was a good wand for magic."

"Is your brother famous?" Hermione poked Dudley in the waist and asked in a low voice.

So far, she has not touched a magic book and does not know the greatness of the legendary savior, Harry Potter.

"More famous than you think."

Dudley leaned over and whispered in Hermione's ear.

As the two of them talked, Ollivander had already begun measuring Harry's arm.

Then he pulled out a wand and handed it to Harry. "Made of beech wood and snake nerves. Nine inches long. Try it."

Foolishly, Harry took the wand and waved it around.

"Oh, that's wonderful, let's try this one."