Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

A month passed in a flash, and Harry was naturally blamed for the "mysterious disappearance of glass incident" in the reptile hall. After all, there were too many strange things that happened around him since he was a child.

In fact, it can't be blamed, it was Harry's fault in the first place.

For this reason, the Dursleys gave Harry the most severe punishment, banning him from eating bacon for a week, depriving him of the right to drink soda, and only allowed to eat fish and chips.

Harry was weeping and downcast.

In fact, the fish and chips are not really that bad, and they were quite delicious when I ate them for the first time.

but.

As long as Penny is too lazy to cook, she will serve you this dish, and you won't find it delicious after a long time.

The cod that has been frozen for too long has no taste, and with the dry French fries, this is definitely a hard to swallow food.

As far as Harry recalled, he couldn't feel happy that week.

July day.

Harry was helping Petunia clean up at this time.

"Dursley, a letter from your family."

The voice of the postman came from outside the door, and then the mailbox clicked. The letters were not put into the mailbox at all, and they were all scattered on the mat at the gate.

Vernon was lying on the sofa reading the newspaper, just in time to see Dudley coming out of the shower after morning exercise.

"Dudley, go get the letter."

"Okay." He walked to the door and took out the letters, there were three copies in total.

One was a postcard from Aunt Marge, who was away on a trip. One is a bill, which seems to be for electricity. There is also a letter on which the addressee says Harry Potter.

The handwriting is written in emerald green ink. No postage stamp. On the other side of the envelope, there is a wax seal, a coat of arms, a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

‘What should come will come. '

Dudley checked the mailbox carefully, and made sure that there was no one of his own, and suddenly felt an inexplicable loss in his heart.

He casually handed the bill and postcard to Vernon.

"Oh my God. Maggie is sick," Vernon said to Petunia. "Eating the wrong conch."

Then he opened the envelope with the bill, snorted in disgust, no one likes bills, Vernon looked at the last letter in Dudley's hand.

"Dudley, is that your letter? What a strange material, parchment? Who still uses it now?"

"This is Harry's." Dudley waved the address line in front of Vernon.

As soon as this remark came out, the house instantly became abnormally quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Vernon, Petunia, and Harry looked at Dudley, or rather the letter in his hand, at the same time.

'Who's going to send Harry a letter? '

Not only the Dursleys were full of question marks on this question, but even Harry was at a loss.

'Yeah, who's going to send me a letter? '

Vernon snatched the letter from Dudley, opened it with one hand and read it.

Harry didn't mind, he just wanted to know what was written in it, so he followed along.

Vernon only looked at the first line, and his face went from red to blue faster than a traffic light, and within seconds his face was as pale as gray cereal.

"Pepe Penny, it's them!"

Just a few words seem to have exhausted the strength of the whole body.

Before Harry could read it clearly, the letter was in Petunia's hands again. Similarly, she only read the first line, then clutched her forehead as if she was about to faint, then grabbed her throat and choked, as if she was going to die.

Harry was even more curious now, he'd never seen his aunt look like this before.

"Aunt Petunia, what's written on it?"

Harry leaned over curiously, but Petunia put the letter away.

"That's not something young children should know."

Dudley could hear Petunia trying to control her emotions, try not to break down.

"I have something to talk to Vernon, you two go to the room on the second floor first."

"Yes, Aunt."

Harry acted like a good baby.

"Brother D, do you know what happened?" Harry asked Dudley curiously as soon as he entered the room.

Perhaps because of spending so much time with Dudley, Harry was much more mature than he appeared to be.

He knew that instead of asking Petunia and Vernon, he might as well ask his big cousin.

Dudley patted Harry's head, as if saying goodbye: "Harry, maybe you won't be able to go to the same middle school as me."

"Why?!" Harry raised his volume several degrees, then he realized something, and asked eagerly, "Is it because of that letter?"

"Vernon," said Aunt Petunia in a trembling voice outside the door, "what are we going to do, Vernon? Shall we write back? Tell them we don't want . . to think of him as our own."

"Petunia, I will never let them take anyone away. When we brought him in, didn't we promise to sever all ties with those things?"

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Dudley heard Petunia sobbing and Vernon howling in anger.

He already knew that this day would come, and thought that his parents had already made preparations, but he didn't expect that when it really came, his parents' reaction was greater than expected.

Because of one letter, the Dursleys were completely thrown into chaos.

Even Harry, who is ignorant, knows that something big is about to happen, and his life may change because of it.

Petunia and Vernon ended up burning the letter, intending to ignore it, thinking that would stop things from happening.

Dudley knew that this was just the beginning.

Early the next morning, the alarm clock rang on time at six o'clock.

In the morning, Dudley got out of bed and started his daily exercise routine.

Start with a simple warm-up to stretch your body.

One-handed push-ups, dumbbells, and pulleys one by one.

When Dudley was about to finish his morning practice, the postman arrived on time.

"Dursley, a letter from your family."

Emerald ink, as usual, and another letter to Harry, only this time not one but three.

After hearing the news, Vernon tore the three letters to shreds in front of Harry.

Harry was deadpan and unresponsive, not at all curious, he knew the letter would separate him from Dudley, and he wanted to go to Smeltings with Dudley.

This was the day Vernon nailed the mailbox.

Six letters on the third day

Twelve letters on the fourth day.

Starting the next day, the amount doubled every other day.

until Sunday.

"No postman on Sunday, and no damn letter," said Vernon happily.

Just as he finished speaking, something swished down the kitchen chimney and hit him hard on the back of the head. Then countless letters shot out of the fireplace like bullets, filling the entire room in an instant.

Today it wasn't the postman who delivered the mail, it was the owls, and there were owls everywhere outside the Dursleys' courtyard.

Looking at the pile of letters that filled the room, Dudley felt nothing in his heart.

'It seems that I am doomed to miss Hogwarts. '

Following Vernon's orders, Dudley threw the piles of letters into the burning fireplace.

In a trance, Dudley glanced at a certain letter from the corner of his eye, and felt a sudden sudden in his heart. Dudley quickly went to get the letter through the fireplace. Unfortunately, because the fire was too hot, when Dudley rescued it Most of this letter has been burned, especially the recipient column in the upper left corner is completely unrecognizable. Dudley can vaguely see that the name does not start with Harry's H, but a big D. .

'Is this my letter? ! '