Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

The weight of Dudley's luggage was nothing at all, and it was taken to the train smoothly. The three of them randomly found an empty compartment and sat in it. Hogwarts compartments are allocated according to age, and students of each grade can only enter the corresponding compartment.

Once on the train, Dudley and Hermione took their textbooks out of their pockets and started studying. No one spoke, and in order to pass the boring time, Harry could only be forced to take out his book.

To be honest, he was quite interested in books about the wizarding world, and he might read them on his own, but he really couldn't do the same level of study as Dudley and Hermione.

The only sound left in the carriage was the sound of pages turning.

"Can I sit here?"

The door was opened, breaking the peace in the compartment.

A little boy with red hair and freckles leaned into half of his body: "Everywhere else is full."

Then he saw Dudley and said hastily, "I'm sorry, I went by the wrong way. I thought it was the first-year carriage."

After speaking, we will run to other compartments.

Dudley stopped him and said, "You didn't go wrong, this is the compartment for the first grade."

He had lowered his voice as much as possible, but it still sounded like the little trumpet was shouting to the other party.

"But."

Hearing what Dudley said, the little red-haired boy still hesitated and kept looking at Dudley.

Helpless, Dudley could only point to himself: "I'm also a first-year freshman."

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but the little red-haired boy hesitated even more.

The little red-haired boy was eager to make sure it was a prank, and his two older brothers were especially fond of it.

Seeing the other party's embarrassment, Hermione and Harry covered their mouths and sniggered. In the end, it was Harry who explained to convince the other party.

Even sitting in his seat like this, he still glanced towards Dudley from time to time.

"Hello what is your name?"

Harry looked at the little red-haired boy sitting next to him, and broke the silence on his own initiative.

I'm going to Hogwarts soon, and I'm going to a new school, and it's still a magic school. I'm a little excited, and I really can't read the book.

"Ron, Ron Weasley." Ron introduced himself.

Hearing his surname, Dudley involuntarily looked up at him, just as Ron was sneaking a glance at Dudley, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

This made Ron shiver unconsciously, and shrank his body as far as possible towards the edge of the seat. This was basically the first reaction of all Dudley children who met for the first time. But it didn't take long for Harry's words to attract all of his attention.

"Nice to meet you, Ron. My name is Harry, Harry Potter."

Hearing Harry's self-introduction, Ron stared at him incredulously, forgetting even his fear for a moment.

"You are Harry Potter?"

Ron unconsciously put on a hint of respect.

This made Harry a little uncomfortable: "Don't be like this Ron, just call me Harry."

"Then you really...you know." Ron struggled to organize his words, and unconsciously pointed to Harry's forehead.

Honestly, it was a very rude move.

But Harry was a good-natured man, and he brushed aside a lock of hair on his forehead to reveal the lightning-shaped scar.

Ron's eyes were so round they almost popped out.

Before he could speak, Harry covered his hair down again.

Before coming here, Dudley told him not to show his scar unless necessary.

"Is this what the mysterious man did?"

Ron asked, although it was an interrogative sentence, but he spoke in an affirmative tone.

"Sorry." Harry didn't want to continue on this issue: "I don't remember anymore."

"Don't remember anything?"

It's a pity that Ron didn't hear it, and continued to ask eagerly.

"Ahem. Mr. Ronald, I don't think Harry wants to discuss this right now."

"And you have a filth on your nose."

Hermione interrupted the conversation before Dudley, she felt that Dudley was getting impatient.

It's just that her slightly rough and direct narrative method made Ron somewhat uncomfortable.

Yes, although Hermione has good grades, she is not good at communicating, and she always gives people the illusion of domineering when she speaks.

Sometimes it is good intentions, but it can also cause misunderstandings.

In fact, Hermione was also very surprised when she first learned about Harry’s life experience. After all, this is Harry Potter, the most famous savior in the wizarding world, but after getting along for a long time, I found that Harry is not as exaggerated as written in the book , just a little wizard of the same age as him, and then he just treated him as Dudley's younger brother and got along normally.

But Ron is different from Hermione. It can be said that he grew up listening to the stories of Harry Potter. Now that such a big celebrity is in front of him, how can he not stand in front of a living Harry Potter? curious.

"Who are you?" Ron glanced at Hermione slightly displeased.

"Hermione, Hermione Granger."

Hermione introduced herself briefly, like a proud little hen.

Only then did Harry remember, and introduced to Ron: "And this one, he is my cousin Dudley, Dudley Dursley."

"Hello." After seeing that it was Dudley, Ron said hesitantly.

Dudley put a little pressure on him.

Mainly this face, how should I put it? It looks honest and honest from a distance, but the closer you get, the more you can feel an invisible sense of oppression. If you sit face to face, you can hardly bear it mentally.

"You can just call me Dudley." Dudley put down the book and said to Ron.

He thought that he could no longer act like a bully like St. George Primary School, and must get along well with his classmates in the new school, so he rarely showed a smile that he thought was kind.

Who knew that when Ron saw that smile, his heart almost stopped, and he responded with a smile that was uglier than crying.

Just when Ron was thinking about whether to find an excuse to leave the carriage, there was a light knock on the door, and a soft voice sounded outside the door.

"Excuse me, have you guys seen my Raffle?"

The compartment door opened, and outside the door was a shy, round-faced boy, standing awkwardly, with an expression on his face that was about to cry.

"Who are you?"

Harry looked at him slightly questioningly.

"My name is Neville, Neville Longbottom."

After Neville's stumbling narration, everyone realized that his pet toad named 'Lyfe' was lost.

"I've been looking for it for a long time but haven't found it, can you help me?"

Neville looked at everyone pleadingly.

When his eyes fell on Dudley, his body shrank involuntarily, and he wanted to back out reflexively. This was almost the first reaction of all children seeing Dudley.