Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

I don't know what Petunia and Vernon talked about yesterday. On the second day, Vernon seemed to be a different person. He stopped complaining about magic and showed great interest in Diagon Alley where he was going today.

If he didn't know that Petunia couldn't do magic, Dudley would have wondered if he had changed his mind.

"How long will it take for Professor McDull to arrive? I can't wait to see that magical world."

Leaning on the sofa, Vernon was very excited.

"It's only half past eight, thirty minutes before nine o'clock." Dudley looked at the clock on the wall and said, he had just finished his morning exercise, and walked to the bathroom while wiping his sweat, and corrected: "And it's McGonagall The professor is not Professor McDull, and it is very rude to call someone by the wrong name."

"Oh, Vernon, come and see how I look in this dress today?"

Petunia's anxious cry came from the bedroom, and Vernon hurried over.

ten minutes later

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

"No, this one doesn't work either, it's too fancy. I've heard Lily say that wizards wear plain clothes."

Another ten minutes later.

Looking at the clothes hanging in the closet, Petunia let out a desperate cry: "Oh, my God, I have no more clothes to wear."

Vernon: .

Five minutes later, Dudley had finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom. Harry came out of the small room scratching his belly and yawning. He slept too late yesterday because he was too excited, which made him very lethargic.

Petunia also reluctantly chose the right clothes.

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

Professor McGonagall arrived on time.

"Should we fly there on a flying carpet or fly directly?"

Vernon looked behind Professor McGonagall for a while, and asked curiously.

"Sorry, Mr. Dursley, flying carpets have been banned by the Ministry of Magic in the 18th century, at least in Europe."

Professor McGonagall explained to Vernon: "We normally fly on broomsticks."

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

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

"The wizarding world hates using things made by ordinary people?"

"It's almost like this." Professor McGonagall continued: "Electronic products such as TVs and computers used by Muggles are not allowed to be used in Hogwarts."

"Then what kind of lighting do you use?"

"Candles, kerosene lamps, and torches." Professor McGonagall gave examples with a look of course.

‘Isn’t this equivalent to going back to the Middle Ages? '

Dudley's eyes almost popped out when he heard that.

Even if the things Professor McGonagall explained are magic items, they can't change their nature. In terms of lighting, they are not as good as electric lights.

Dudley frowned slightly. Professor McGonagall's words gave him an extremely xenophobic impression of wizards. Didn't he use something that was more convenient and closed the country?

When he thought that those convenient and easy-to-use things could not be used, game consoles, TVs and other entertainment activities were all gone, and he returned to the medieval level where he had to light a kerosene lamp when walking at night, Dudley suddenly felt a kind of innocence. Going to Hogwarts is also a good feeling, of course, this feeling is fleeting.

"It's getting late, we have to pick up another little witch." Professor McGonagall took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and looked at it carefully: "Let me see that she lives a little far from here, but we can Use Floo powder to walk to Johnson's house through the nearest wizard's house, it takes about two kilometers to walk, the place where she lives is really remote, and there are no wizards nearby."

At the end, I added a sentence.

"Hope there's someone in the Johnson family today, otherwise we'd have to walk five kilometers."

"Can't you go there if you're not at home?"

Shocking Dudley for a hundred years, what kind of operation is this to walk away from someone else's house?

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

Of course you can also use Apparatus, but the Dursleys are all Muggles, and Harry and Dudley have no experience of Apparating before.

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

As for the key to the door, sorry there's no door around there.

Dudley leaned closer and saw the address on the parchment. It was an upscale neighborhood that ranked high in all of London. It might seem remote to wizards, but in fact it was near the busiest business district in London.

The house price is not cheap.

"The St. Johnswood community is only a 30-minute drive from us."

Dudley suggested: "Why don't you take our family's car? Although it's a bit slower, at least you don't have to walk."

Rather than taking so much trouble to go around, it is better to drive conveniently.

"Muggle transport?"

Professor McGonagall was a little moved. Driving was undoubtedly much more convenient than walking.

In fact, there is another way, wizards also have wizards' transportation, but... Thinking of the feeling that makes the stomach churn, Professor McGonagall still thinks that taking Muggle transportation is not bad.

So a group of five people got into the biggest car in Vernon's garage. Recently, the benefits have been better. At present, there are three cars in the Dursley family.

Vernon and Petunia were a little disappointed. They thought they could see magical magic, but they finally drove.

Fortunately, there was not much traffic jam along the way, and within half an hour, they arrived at the St. Johnswood community smoothly.

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

Wait, this place seems familiar.

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

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

Then the door was pushed open, and a young couple and a little girl came face to face from inside.

The three of them were taken aback when they saw the people standing at the door, and then the host walked up to Vernon with a look of joy, and gave each other a big hug when he went up: "Oh, my God, isn't this dear brother Vernon?" Is it?"

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

Wendell Granger and Monica Granger, a couple of well-known dentists in London, have superb medical skills.

As for why he met the Dursleys, it was because Vernon stole too much ice cream at night, which caused pulpitis, and he was sent to Mr. Granger's clinic for two days to recover.

In the process of treatment, I found that the other party likes to fish, and I got acquainted with each other after going back and forth.

If there is nothing to do, they will meet to go fishing. Although the end result is empty-handed every time, this makes the relationship between the two stronger. Sometimes the friendship between fishermen is so strange.

When Dudley went to Oxford Long 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 Jane Granger.

As for why there is an abbreviation in the middle, because Mrs. Granger was originally named Monica Jane before marrying Mr. Granger.

Hand over your tickets!