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Vernon also spoke up to emphasize that the word "freak" naturally referred to Harry. Of course, this was said in front of Petunia: "Who knows if this freak will turn you into the same as him."

'I would love to become a wizard. I dream of it.'

"Then I won't go to Aunt Maggie's, never!"

Dudley said firmly and forcefully, emphasizing the first word he learned when he was born, 'Never'.

Marge Dursley is Vernon's sister and Dudley's aunt. The Dursleys' lives have improved with her help. Dudley is very grateful to this aunt, but it is absolutely impossible for him to live with Aunt Marge for three months.

It’s not that Aunt Marge didn’t like Dudley. On the contrary, she liked Dudley very much. Every time they met, she would pinch Dudley’s little round face hard.

It's just that their living habits are too different.

The fact that Maggie has twelve bulldogs is not the point. The point is that she loves and values ​​these bulldogs more than people.

That is to say, if you want to live with her, you must first endure eating and sleeping with these twelve bulldogs, and secondly, you must endure that your food bowl may be filled with dog saliva at any time.

Dudley likes dogs very much, but he doesn't like eating dog saliva.

Seeing Dudley's firm attitude, Vernon and Petunia looked at each other.

They also knew that there would be problems if Dudley and Maggie lived together.

'How about taking Dudley with you to Germany?'

'But the cost and Dudley's studies.'

The two exchanged glances.

Seeing his parents' attitude soften, Dudley quickly suggested, "Harry and I can wait for you at Mrs. Figg's next door."

It was impossible for him to go to Germany. It would be meaningless as he couldn't speak the language. It would be better for him to stay with Harry and take advantage of him.

Mrs. Figg, whose full name is Arabella Figg, is a kind and energetic little old lady who likes to wear a knitted hat. She lives two streets away from the Dursleys' house. Although they are two streets away, there is actually not much difference between living next door.

When the Dursleys were out or on vacation, they would entrust her with the responsibility of helping to take care of Harry.

Perhaps because she often took care of Harry for free, the Dursleys had a good relationship with Mrs. Figg.

"Dudley, we're going to be gone for three whole months, and we can't come back during this time." Penny tried to persuade Dudley, but unfortunately Dudley was very determined.

If he couldn't go to Mrs. Figg's and he couldn't stay at home by himself, he could only go to Aunt Maggie's.

How is Dudley supposed to eat?

Dudley the Food Guardian would never compromise.

After arguing for a while and seeing that Dudley still refused to give in, Vernon and Petunia had no choice but to ask Mrs. Figg to take care of them.

Harry, who was feeling a little sad at the thought of not being able to live in his own cottage for three months, felt much better instantly when he heard that he could live with his cousin Dudley.

As if noticing Harry's joy, Vernon bent down his fat body with great effort, pointed at Harry and said, "I'm warning you, kid. Even if we're not here, don't even think about hurting Dudley or my family. Just let me know that you know the consequences."

As he said this, he demonstratively raised his arm, which was thicker than Harry's waist.

Harry didn't understand, but nodded obediently.

Maybe Harry has forgotten, but when he was very young, some magical phenomena happened, perhaps because of the magic running wild or some other stimulation. Dudley's physique at that time was not as strong as it is now, so he was injured.

Vernon may not be a good uncle, but he is definitely a good husband and father.

Mrs. Figg's house was decorated in an old-fashioned style. The size of the house was similar to that of the Dursleys, but the style was completely different. The environment was a little dark, and the furniture was very simple. In the living room, besides the fireplace, there was only a simple sofa, a table, and a few chairs.

There were no electronic products, not even the radios that the elderly liked to use.

Old antique.

This is what the Dursleys said about Mrs. Figg.

There was a pungent smell of cat in the air from time to time. Whether it is pungent depends on the person. At least Dudley didn't find it pungent.

Vernon didn't like the smell, so he didn't come in. Petunia communicated everything with Mrs. Figg.

Mrs. Figg readily agreed to help take care of Dudley and Harry.

Before leaving, Penny stuffed some money into Mrs. Figg's pocket.

If Harry was alone, he could shamelessly entrust Mrs. Figg to take care of him for free, since he didn't eat much anyway. But if Dudley was added to the mix, that would be a problem, as Dudley's daily intake was probably more than Mrs. Figg's in a week.

Three months. Even if the Dursleys were thick-skinned, they couldn't do such a thing.

Besides, the Dursleys have a pretty good reputation in these streets, uh, only among ordinary families.

After Petunia and Vernon left, Dudley began to look around Mrs. Figg's house like he was used to it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he hugged a passing kitten with extremely agile hands.

Under the kitten's desperate eyes, Dudley buried his chubby face in the shallow silver belly and took several deep breaths.

Then he let out a moan of pleasure with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Ah~~~Xue'er sucks so well."

Judging from his actions, this was obviously not the first time Dudley had done this.

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That's why Dudley wanted to stay with Harry at Mrs. Figg's house, because she had lots and lots of furry kids.

In his previous life, Dudley loved furry babies very much and had several at home. Unfortunately, Vernon was allergic to cat hair in this life, otherwise Dudley would definitely have kept a bunch of these furry little cuties at home.

"Dudley, I think you'd better put Cher down. Look, she seems to dislike you." Mrs. Figg looked at Dudley with a smile.

"Mrs. Figg, I love Cher very much. I fed her with goat's milk when she was little. If she still despises me, it would be too heartless." As he said this, Dudley rubbed Cher's belly again.

Dudley's size combined with his behavior really gives him the feeling of "having a tiger at heart but smelling the roses".

In fact, the silver-colored snow in Dudley's arms did not resist much except for a look of disgust on her face. Instead, she made a humming sound in her throat.

Cats are not like dogs, especially since Dudley sucks cats in a vital part such as the abdomen. It is normal for cats to regard the act of sucking cats as an attack. If Dudley has a bad or average relationship with Cher, he would definitely be greeted with a claw or a crazy scratching.

"It's all your fault that you haven't come to see us for such a long time." Mrs. Figg's tone was filled with a hint of blame: "Xue'er, Kicking, Mr. Claw and Maomao almost don't recognize you anymore."

There are four cats in total: Titti, Cher, Mr. Claw, and Maomao, all of whom are raised by Mrs. Figg.

Judging from their conversation, Dudley and Mrs. Figg have known each other for a long time. It's understandable if you think about it, Dudley likes cats, and Mrs. Figg is the only one in the neighborhood who has a cat.

In fact, Mrs. Figg didn't like Dudley at first, or the Dursleys, until Harry was first sent to Mrs. Figg's house.

"The workload is just too much, Mrs. Figg."

"Not only do I have to learn academic knowledge, but I also have to win more medals for the school and participate in exchange student activities. It's so tiring that I don't even have time to exercise."

Dudley finally put Cher on the ground, but Cher was reluctant to leave and kept meowing at Dudley.

Dudley took out a bunch of dried fish from his pouch and fed them to Cher one by one.

"You, don't feed it too much, or it will refuse to eat properly." Mrs. Figg smiled and shook her head. She looked at Dudley's strong body and said in admiration: "Your body is the strongest I have ever seen."

After saying this, Mrs. Figg added another sentence in her heart.

'Perhaps that is the only person who is stronger than you.'

As they were talking, several other cats in Mrs. Figg's house also smelled the scent, and one by one they came out of the room, surrounding Dudley's feet and starting to rub against him.

On the one hand, it was for the dried fish in Dudley's hand, and on the other hand, it was to leave his scent on Dudley.

Harry stood by the door like a nobody, watching the two people chatting happily. In fact, he envied Dudley's communication skills, as he could talk to anyone.

"Oh, Harry." Mrs. Figg just remembered Harry at this moment and asked the two of them, "I think you must be hungry."

"I'll get you something to eat."

Mrs. Figg is a good cook. She is particularly good at making fried sausages, sauerkraut and mashed potatoes.

But Dudley didn't want to eat these today, because Petunia could make them, but her cooking skills were not as good as Mrs. Figg's.

No matter how delicious something is, you will get tired of it if you eat it every day.

After all the recipe is too thin.

"Mrs. Figg, let me do it." Dudley threw the remaining dried fish to the cats, clapped his hands and stood up: "Today I will show you my skills."

Mrs. Figg looked surprised: "Little Dudley can cook?"

She thought it was rare that the Dursleys could raise Dudley to be like this, given their personalities, and she didn't expect that he could even cook.

"Of course!" Harry couldn't help licking his lips when he remembered the last time he ate Dudley's cooking. His mouth began to spit out saliva. "D's cooking is delicious."

Seeing what Harry said, Mrs. Figg let Dudley into the kitchen with some doubt.

Cut the tofu into small pieces and blanch it in hot water. Heat the pan with cold oil, add the chopped green onion, ginger and garlic into the pan and stir-fry until fragrant. Then add the minced lean meat and stir-fry until it changes color. Keep stirring until the aroma is overflowing.

After a busy period of work by Chef Dali, twice-cooked pork, braised pork, mapo tofu, lion head and the simplest tomato egg drop soup were ready.

Four dishes and one soup were served on the table, exuding an enticing aroma.

Just a small taste instantly captured Mrs. Figg and Harry's stomachs.

"It smells so good." Harry couldn't help but exclaim even though his mouth was full of oil.

Although Aunt Petunia's cooking skills were good, her recipes were too limited, with the same few dishes repeated over and over again, which greatly disparated her cooking skills compared to Dudley's.

"It's just a simple home-cooked meal. If you like, I'll make it every day during this period." Dudley said as he finished another bowl of rice.

Petunia would not allow Dudley to go to the kitchen in her own home.

Even if I want to eat, I can only wait until no one is at home.

The cats, who had just had a full meal, were attracted by the smell of the food. They jumped onto the table and sniffed the food in the plates with curiosity.

Unfortunately, the first dish they chose was Mapo Tofu. The pungent smell of chili and Sichuan peppercorns was not what the cats liked, so they all jumped away.

"Hey, kids, the kitchen is my territory. Your task now is to study hard." Listening to Mrs. Figg's words, Harry's expression began to gradually lose hope. At the end of her words, Mrs. Figg suddenly blinked and changed the subject: "But once in a while is still okay."

"Yeah." Harry smiled happily and raised the spoon.

The next few days passed very peacefully. Dudley and Harry went to school and went home from school as usual and exercised on the lawn.

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Harry returned home from school earlier than Dudley because the school was organizing an activity, but Mrs. Figg happened to be out for something and had not returned yet.

"Meow meow!" As soon as he entered the room and had no time to change clothes, Cher rushed over from the side of the room, calling out to Dudley anxiously.

"What's wrong? Cher?" Dudley was confused.

It's true that he likes cats, but he really can't understand cat language.

"Meow!" Seeing that Dudley didn't understand what she meant, Cher first bit Dudley's trouser leg and pulled it hard a few times, then ran to the other side of the corridor and even stretched out her claws to pull it inside.

Now Dudley understood what Cher meant, and it asked him to follow it.

It has to be said that Mrs. Figg's cats are more intelligent than ordinary cats. Dudley even suspects that they have the same thinking as humans.

On the other side of the corridor was a tightly closed wooden door, which was locked.

However, the room, which should have been empty, was filled with the sounds of chaos and rummaging.

"Is there a thief in the house?"

Dudley's first reaction was that there was a thief in the house, then he clenched his fists and said, "You stole my house, so I have to give you an unforgettable opportunity, right?"

Lawman Dudley is back.

The wooden door was no match for Dudley; he pushed it open with just a little effort.

The moment he pushed open the door, Dudley did not see the thief as expected, but saw a book.

To be more precise, it is a book that moves on its own.

Even has teeth and eyes.

At this time, he was running around the house chasing Mr. Claw and Maomao.

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By the way, the cats’ names were not made up by me, they were originally these.

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