Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

In the office of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the white-haired old wizard looked at the letter in front of him and scratched his head in confusion.

A Muggle actually knew Hagrid's past so clearly and got Harry's consent?

And his only request was to enroll in school with Harry Potter?

Fox cackled twice and shook off his dull feathers.

"Could it be... that guy's conspiracy?"

Thinking of the bald, noseless, pale man, Dumbledore's thoughts suddenly became confused. For a wizard with a clear mind like him, such a state had not appeared for a long time.

Even when he left Harry Potter at the door of number 4, Privet Drive, he had never thought about it.

"Anyway, for Harry's sake..."

"Even the most daring Muggles would never understand magic."

"The Ministry of Magic... um..."

Dumbledore muttered to himself, and after a while, a stream of fiery red light flew out from the tower.

"I really don't know who you are to convince Professor Dumbledore."

On the train, Hagrid made a bitter face, took out a piece of letter from his pocket and handed it to Dudley. The wax seal on it still had some liquid on it, which showed that it had been branded not long ago.

"Perhaps, I have a great talent for magic."

Shrugging shamelessly, Dudley put the hastily written admission letter close to his body amid Hagrid's mutterings, and patted Harry who was mumbling to the side as he read the second piece of letter.

"First-year students need to prepare three sets of plain black work robes."

"A wand?"

Hagrid shrugged. "Basic equipment, Harry."

"A pair of... dragonhide gloves?"

Harry raised his sparkling eyes in surprise. "Is it really the skin of a dragon?"

"It can't be the skin of a penguin, right?"

Listening to the familiar conversation, Dudley couldn't help but yearn for his future life. The magical world was finally about to appear before his eyes.

Just when he received the notice, the system's voice sounded again in his mind.

"Qualified for admission to Hogwarts, reward: magical talent that can pass the test."

This means that Dudley can pass through Platform Nine and Three Quarters like other wizard apprentices without worrying about getting bumped like Muggles. This is equivalent to directly changing his Muggle ancestry. Thinking about it this way, he still has the opportunity to learn magic in the future.

Dudley couldn't help but wonder, what would be his signature spell in the future? Would it be Avada's Big Melon or Divine Strike?

Finally, they arrived at the entrance of Diagon Alley. Harry was still immersed in the warm and earnest greetings from the old people, but Dudley thought of the stuttering Professor Quirrell.

Just now he had enthusiastically grasped Harry's hand. It seemed that Quirrell at this moment was not the old Den without a nose. Dudley could not help but shrug his shoulders in disinterest. If it was Quirrell possessed by Voldemort, Dudley would have let Harry take the initiative to shake his hand. This would have been the grand production of seven movies, and the whole show might have ended right there.

"Okay, stand back, Harry."

Hagrid tapped the wall three times with the tip of his umbrella, and the brick wall soon shook and began to move, and the wizarding shopping street, Diagon Alley, appeared before Harry and Dudley.

"Hurry up, kids, we have to go to Gringotts first. You don't have any money, right?"

Hagrid smiled cheerfully, and it was obvious that he was particularly uncomfortable in the Muggle world.

Harry looked at the scene on the street with great interest. The dazzling array of shops overturned the scene he had known for eleven years and made the curious boy full of interest in exploration.

The goblin-run Gringotts soon appeared before their eyes. Dudley didn't have any special thoughts. It was certainly shocking to witness such a scene with his own eyes, but he had watched this movie so many times that even the most fantastic scenes were familiar to him.

"Harry, I have no money at all. Would you mind buying me something?"

Harry blinked, adjusted the new glasses Dudley had bought him, and nodded vigorously.

"Of course, just like Cousin Dudley did to me."

Dudley breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his care for Harry was extremely useful. At least in the future, with Harry as a small rich man, he would no longer have to worry about spending money.

The trip to Gringotts did not last too long. Under Hagrid's leadership, the two brothers bought all kinds of supplies, including cauldrons, brass telescopes, a large stack of magic teaching materials, etc., and finally arrived at Ollivander's wand shop.

"Ah, I've been wondering when I'll be able to see you, Mr. Potter."

"Um, who is this?"

Ollivander was lying on the ladder, looking at the two boys in front of him in surprise. The one with round glasses was the famous Harry Potter, but he had no impression of the tall boy behind him.

"Good day, Mr. Ollivander, I'm Harry's cousin, Dudley Dursley."

Dudley is very polite. Since he came to this world, he has been working hard to change the original Dudley. After all, that bully boy no longer exists, and instead, he is replaced by himself who has the blood of giants.

"Oh? That's really strange."

Ollivander didn't say much. Because of Harry, the Dursley family became "famous". However, Ollivander still couldn't understand how such a new student could be born into an arrogant Muggle family?

After talking about the past, Ollivander tried the wand on Harry, and soon, with the sound of tinkling, Harry got the holly wand that was destined to accompany him for a long time.

"Then, Mr. Potter's cousin, you may be able to gain recognition... from this staff."

Ollivander pulled out a wand, examined it carefully for a moment, and handed it to Dudley.

"Thirteen and a quarter inches, dragon heartstring core, aspen wood. I can see that you are a determined little fellow."

"Skilled... a destined duelist. Ah, young people today don't seem to like this kind of material."

Dudley nodded. Ollivander was very serious about wands. Each wand was selected based on the user's arm span, forearm length, height, head circumference and other dimensions, as well as personality traits. There was a famous saying: the wand chooses the wizard, not the wizard who uses the wand.

However, he remembered that Hagrid's wand seemed to be a terrifying sixteen-inch size, so it was not difficult to see his choice.

Ollivander looked at Dudley expectantly, but saw that the tall young man, who did not look like he was eleven years old, picked up the wand and waved it, but shook his head.

"Light, light, too light!"

"Not handy!"

The old man's hair stood on end, and Ollivander pointed at Dudley tremblingly, wanting to curse him.

Are there also wands that can be selected by weight?