Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Dudley could already imagine the headlines in tomorrow's newspapers.

'Shocked, two adult male wizards fought in the street for...'

Then the fight was over Lockhart's new book.

If I were Lockhart, I would definitely have the Daily Prophet write this way, and it would guarantee that the new book would become a small hit.

"Set a good example for the children. What would Gilderoy Lockhart think if we fought in public?" Mrs. Weasley kept scolding Mr. Weasley.

She is a long-time fan of Lockhart's books.

In addition to being a best-selling novelist, Lockhart was also nicknamed a friend of women.

He's quite good at finding his own position.

When they bought the new books and were about to pick up Harry to leave, they received another invitation from Mrs. Weasley.

Dudley thanked Mrs. Weasley politely and said that he would definitely visit them next semester. However, before leaving, he exchanged the second-hand textbooks in Ginny's cauldron with a brand new set of Lockhart's complete works.

They planned to stay at Privet Drive for the rest of the holiday, and Hermione would also go home to stay for a while. They had been out for long enough, and even if their parents had secrets to hide from them, it was time for them to spend some time with them.

In the following days, Dudley and Harry stayed at home obediently. Apart from daily exercise, they read and studied. During this period, Vernon unexpectedly did not go out with Mr. Granger to go fishing or drink, but stayed at home with them. As an executive, he also had vacation time.

Even though Vernon's role at home is limited to taking out the trash and mowing the lawn, the feeling of having family around is different than having no family around.

Harry swallowed the sausages made by Petunia in big mouthfuls. He hadn't eaten them for almost a year and missed the taste so much.

"Slow down, slow down, don't choke." Petunia poured a glass of water and handed it to Harry: "No one is taking it from you, Harry."

After untying her knot, Petunia's attitude towards Harry changed significantly, especially after her child Dudley entered Hogwarts. If not a 180-degree change, it was at least 160 or 170 degrees.

Is it true that no one is grabbing it?

Dudley across from him had already finished a pot, and if he didn't eat faster he would only be able to eat three big bowls.

"I'll make another one for you tonight." Penny was very happy to see the food she cooked being quickly eaten.

For children, what their mother cooks is always the most delicious and irreplaceable.

"It seems that the food at Hogwarts is terrible." Vernon picked up a large bucket of ice cream and lay on the sofa. He liked to do this in the summer. He took a big bite and then muttered softly, "It's definitely not as good as the food at Smeltings Middle School. I've been eating there since I was a child."

"Hey, Vernon, can't you set a good example for the kids? Who eats ice cream so early in the morning? Do you know what your body fat percentage is now?"

Vernon pursed his lips upon hearing this and put the spoon back in his hand with a look of grievance.

"It's okay, Mom." Dudley said after swallowing the last piece of sausage, "I have prepared a slimming potion for Dad."

Hearing that there was a special potion for weight loss, Vernon instantly became interested: "How effective is it?"

"It can make you lose thirty pounds instantly."

"Thirty pounds." Vernon looked at his belly, which was so large that he couldn't see his toes, and instantly lost interest. "Isn't that the same as being useless?"

"If you lose 200 pounds at once, your body won't be able to handle it."

Losing weight suddenly is not a good thing, even if you use magic potions. No matter how effective the magic potion is, it must be done gradually.

Vernon glanced at Petunia furtively, and finding that she wasn't noticing him, he reached for the ice cream bucket he had put aside.

"And he's going to train with us starting today, too."

Before he could take a bite, Vernon heard Dudley's words. He was struck by lightning and the spoon fell to the ground with a thud.

Just kidding, considering the amount of exercise Dudley does in the morning, he would be lucky if he could complete even one-tenth of it in a whole day.

One-finger push-ups?

It's so funny, he just puffed out his belly without using any fingers.

"No, no, no, no." Imagining himself exercising, Vernon's head shook like a rattle.

In a word, it is impossible to exercise him, even if you beat him to death.

After dinner that night, four figures appeared outside the Dursleys' yard.

Why four?

Petunia also came along to supervise Vernon.

Happy days passed one by one, and soon the day of departure came.

Second year at Hogwarts begins.

It was Vernon who drove Dudley and Harry to King's Cross Station again, where they met the Grangers, as had been agreed before they came.

"Remember to call home. Um, send a letter."

Vernon muttered.

"I'll have Hedwig send it."

Dudley was wondering if he should get an owl or something, since he couldn't always use Harry's Hedwig, although neither he nor Hedwig minded.

Platform nine and three-quarters.

At this time, many young wizards have entered the hidden platform. This is the peak period.

As the three of them rushed towards the pillar between the platforms, Dudley suddenly felt the feeling of being watched again.

"Wait." He stopped Harry and Hermione. "Something is wrong."

He did hold them back, but this was peak time and the other little wizards just wanted to get in early.

So they rushed straight towards the pillar.

Then the person who was hit was thrown to the ground.

"What's going on?" Ron, who arrived late, happened to see this scene. He had just gone to the bathroom and hadn't kept up with his three brothers and one sister.

Dudley walked up to the pillar and tapped it with his fingers. The dull sound was just like a normal stone pillar. "The entrance seems to be blocked."

Because the entrance was sealed, the spell cast on the passage seemed to have lost its original effect, which caused many Muggles to notice their abnormality.

They all looked at them strangely, and the security guard on patrol even walked straight towards them.

"I'll drive the Muggles away first," said Mr. Weasley, who had just gone to the bathroom with Ron.

As he raised his wand and cast a spell, the ordinary people around him were shocked and turned around and left, even the security guard. Soon, the wizard was the only one left in the entire station.

Oh, maybe not.

And Dudley.

"The time is almost up. If we don't go in now, we will miss the train."

The little wizards around spoke anxiously, especially the first years, as this was their first day of registration.

Mr. Weasley waved a few spells at the pillar, but there was no response. He stared at it for a long time but could not find the problem.

"Brother D, Brother D." Ron pulled on Ladaly's sleeve and whispered, "My dad has a flying car, but it's not as good as ours."

"Ron." Dudley looked him up and down until Ron was frightened before continuing, "Did your father offend you recently?"

Chapter 118 Complaints about Them

Looking at Ron, who seemed confused and was about to "cheat his father", Dudley continued speaking.

"What does your dad do at work?"

"Ministry of Magic, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department."

Ron replied dully.

"Where did that flying car you were talking about come from?"

"My dad bought it from the Muggles."

Ron continued answering.

“Can ordinary people’s cars fly?”

"of course not."

Ron said this and looked at Dudley in confusion.

As if to say, isn't this common sense?

"Then if you are seen driving by ordinary people and find out that this is made by Mr. Weasley, how do you think the Ministry of Magic should deal with it?"

Ron said reflexively, "My dad will be fired."

After he said that, his face turned the same color as pig liver, and he finally reacted.

"That's right." Dudley patted his shoulder. He was not that stupid. "If you get caught, you might even lose your job."

Not being able to catch the Hogwarts Express seemed like a trivial matter to Dudley.

"There are so many people here, there is nothing to worry about."

It wasn't just them who didn't get on the bus. There were little wizards everywhere, and many of them were first years.

"So we're just going to wait like this?"

Dudley shook his head. "No, we can file a complaint."

"complaint?"

Ron didn't understand, and Dudley didn't explain it to him.

"Listen to me, parents."

Dudley said, his voice rising.

When he saw the parents accompanying the little wizards looking at him, he continued, "This is a serious accident."

"As you can see, the passage to the platform is blocked for some reason. There are still about ten minutes before the train starts. I think we will probably miss it."

Dudley knocked on the tightly fitted pillar, but it made a bang-bang sound, and it was still blocked.

There are only a few express trains a year from King's Cross Station to Hogwarts, and this is a separate dedicated line.

It's not that there are no other ways to get there, such as going to Hogsmeade first and then transferring to Hogwarts.

But doing so would waste a lot of unnecessary time. Being late was a small matter, but for the first-year wizards, it could become a lifelong regret.

The entrance ceremony to Hogwarts only happens once in a lifetime.

"I think someone should be held accountable for this, someone should deal with this, it's not our fault."

"I suggest that everyone contact the Ministry of Magic first. The Hogwarts Express has always been operated by them. They should come forward and give an explanation."

The wizards present suddenly realized what was happening and began to contact the Ministry of Magic in their own ways, although their attitude was of course unfriendly.

Ron learned his lesson at this time and did not spread the fact that his father worked in the Ministry of Magic.

Otherwise, the matter will be left to my father to handle.

That would definitely not be a good thing.

"Mr. Dursley," Dudley heard someone call him.

The only person who could address Dudley in such a respectful manner could be a Slytherin at this point.

She was indeed a Slytherin, and a pretty girl. If Dudley's memory was correct, she was very close to Pansy and was a member of a small group. His favorite biscuits were made by her.

It's crispy, hard, chewy and quite delicious.

what do you say that is?

Dudley recalled briefly.

Yes, it’s Daphne, Daphne Greengrass.

"Hello, Miss Greengrass," Dudley responded very politely.

"You remember me! You remember me!"

It was just a simple polite response, but it seemed to have touched the other person's heart. Daphne suddenly screamed excitedly, and Ron, who was standing next to Dudley, trembled in fear and almost threw Scabbers, who was in his arms, away.

"Of course, we are classmates and from the same college."

Dudley simply comforted the other person. The screaming made his ears a little uncomfortable.

There is always something indescribable in the other person's eyes, just like a fan meeting a celebrity in person.