[HP] If Dudley had a sister

When Deborah went back to find Harry and Hagrid with the cat in her arms, Hagrid sneezed several times because of the cat.

"Sorry..." Deborah said, "It was given to me by someone who seems to be a Hogwarts professor."

"Probably Minerva, ah - sneeze - she looks stern but - ah sneeze - nice to the students," said Hagrid, sneezing and smiling, squinting his eyes.

Deborah, who knew the truth, said I didn't want to talk.

They went to Ollivander's wand shop again to buy wands, and Deborah's wand shopping process-well, there was no surprise.She didn't have a vision of a pure unicorn running away with a wave of her wand, and it didn't seem like the whole store was lit up with a beautiful phantom light or anything.She just tried a lot of wands in general and found the one that worked best for her (she had it for several weeks), Mr. Ollivander said that Deborah's wand had a dragon's nerve in it, he He also praised Deborah for getting a rare and powerful wand, and she will definitely become an excellent wizard in the future.

But Deborah felt that Mr. Ollivander said that to almost every client.

As for the owl that Hagold bought, Deborah was a little hesitant. She kept that owl very affectionately—she had kept it for three weeks.But the cat that Snape gave her was not good for her at the Dursleys' house.

In the end Hagrid had minded keeping the owl in his Hogwarts hut so that Deborah could find time every day to see her other little pet.

Deborah's last month with the Dursleys was filled with sentimentality.It wasn't the first time Deborah had been away from home for so long, but for the Dursleys and Dudley this week, it was the first time they hadn't seen their little princess for so long.Harry spent most of his time in his room, with his new owl for company.He named the owl "Hedwig" as before.

Deborah named her cat "Kitty" (out of her love for Hello Kitty), and her owl, she still used the name she used for three weeks - Al.

BTW Al is male.

It was still Vernon who took them to the train station on September [-]st.Petunia and Dudley took another car. They wanted to see Deborah themselves, but their luggage was too heavy for Vernon's car.

"I should take the eleven o'clock train from platform nine and three-quarters," read Harry at the station.His uncle and aunt stared wide-eyed. "What platform?" "Platform nine and three-quarters."

"Stop talking nonsense," said Vernon, "there's no platform nine and three-quarters."

"I know where it is." Deborah said, "The professor I met last time told me by the way."

Deborah led them towards the middle of platforms nine and ten, and she said, "Just keep going straight toward the ticket gate between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop, keep going straight ahead. "

Petunia hugged Deborah tightly, and she kept crying and saying things like "my little princess" regardless of other people's surprised eyes.Deborah patted her on the back comfortingly and kissed her goodbye.

She kissed Vernon and Dudley goodbye one by one.

"I'll show you something fun," Deborah promised Dudley.

Harry followed Deborah to the place she said and rushed straight forward. When Harry realized it, he was already standing in a new place.A crimson steam locomotive was parked beside a platform packed with passengers.A sign on the train read: Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock.

"We made Deborah!" said Harry excitedly.

Deborah smiled at him, and together with him helped each other carry the luggage onto the car - they had come early this time and hadn't met the Weasleys.

Like an irreversible historical trend, Harry and Ron were still sitting in the same carriage, and Deborah sat next to Harry, listening to the two boys chatting with no interest.

"You said your name was Harry Potter?!" Ron said in surprise.

Harry nodded.

"Then you are?" Ron looked at Deborah.

"My name is Deborah Dursley, and I'm Harry's cousin."

Ron showed an expression of realization, and he whispered in Harry's ear while Deborah was not paying attention: "Your sister is so beautiful."

"Yes." Harry nodded with some pride in agreement.

"It's nice that you have a sister, and I only have five brothers. If you have five brothers, you'll never need anything new. I wear Bill's old robe, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's throw No more rats."

As Ron said, he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and took out a fat gray mouse, which was sleeping.

"It's so cute," Deborah said with a sudden laugh. "Can I cuddle him?"

"Of course!" Ron's ears turned red. This may be the first time he has met a beautiful girl who smiled at him very gently and sunny since he was a child, so he continued as if encouraged: "It's called Scabbers, Useless already, can't wake up all day. Percy became a prefect, and my dad gave him an owl, and they couldn't afford it—I mean, just gave me the mouse."

Deborah continued to maintain her smile, but couldn't help but exert force slowly in her hands.

If it could just be killed like this... Deborah couldn't help thinking.

When the Dursleys were killed in the second week, Peter Pettigrew's "credit" was in it. He was good at Animagus and transformed into a mouse to follow Deborah. Then he knew the only blood relationship of the savior—— Where did the Dursleys live.Voldemort didn't care much about the life and death of a Muggle family. He didn't bother to do it himself, so the hands were handed over to Peter and another Death Eater.

Deborah, who was suffering the pain of Cruciatus at the time, watched as the Death Eaters also used jinxes on the Dursleys.What she heard was the screams of her family members, and Peter's indifferent face was in her vision.

Deborah felt that she would never guess what kind of mood Peter Pettigrew was in, looking at her Lily-like face full of pain.

"As a mouse...he lived so long," Deborah said suddenly.

"Ah? Yes, my dad said the same thing." Ron was stunned.

"Can I watch it often in the future?"

"If you like it?" Ron didn't expect girls to like creatures like mice, so his tone hesitated.

"Well, please remember to keep an eye on it. It is dangerous for many people in the school to keep cats. I only have one." Deborah said.

"May Merlin bless Scabbers." Ron sighed.

After the three of them chatted for a while, Harry quickly bought a lot of snacks and snacks when the waiter came to inquire. Deborah picked some to taste, but she refused to touch Bibi's multi-flavored beans. I don't like sugar, and I don't like the taste of lemon that I like in one second, and the taste of pork liver in the next second.Deborah concentrated on the scenery outside the window while eating some snacks she could tolerate.

"Did any of you see a toad? Neville lost a toad." The compartment door was opened again by a little girl, her voice seemed conceited, and there was no one in the middle of the day.

When Deborah saw the little witch with thick brown hair, she suddenly felt nostalgic.

Some miss the self who watched movies and kept shouting "Ah, ah, Emma is so beautiful" before time travel, and missed having such a friend to accompany every week.

Deborah was very disappointed when she saw Hermione for the first time in the first episode, probably because Emma was so beautiful, so she saw Hermione like the original book—a little girl with a pair of front teeth, her original The excitement of seeing the idol was extinguished in an instant, and then there was infinite disappointment. Even though Hermione was not beautiful, she was still very pretty.

Coupled with Hermione's arrogance and arrogance at the beginning, it made it difficult for Zhou Mu Deborah to accept.

Although it was fine in the end.

The little brown-haired witch noticed that Deborah was looking at her all the time, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Hello?"

"Hello, my name is Deborah, Deborah Dursley." Deborah smiled, not the kind of intentional greeting.

"My name is Hermione Granger." Hermione nodded to Deborah, and her attention was again focused on the wand Ron was holding. level up.Deborah watched Ron and Harry look amused as they went from bad to worse.

Well, this great witch who is one of the golden iron triangle of Gryffindor in the future is still a little annoying.

"No matter which college I'm assigned to, I don't want to be assigned to her." Ron said with certainty.

But you ended up marrying her, Deborah complained.

Ron and Harry were chatting again, and they were chatting quickly about Quidditch, and just as Ron was getting to the highlight of the game, the cubicle door was pushed open again, but this time it wasn't the boy who had lost the toad. Neville, and not Hermione Granger.

It's Draco.

The boy started asking who the savior was, as Deborah remembered, and despised the Weasleys, and, of course, herself this time.

"If I were you, Potter, I'd be extra careful," Draco said slowly. "You should be more polite, or you'll go down the same path as your parents. They don't know what to do. If you hang out with dubious people like the Weasleys or Hagrid, you'll be affected. of."

He glanced at Deborah, and her attire, sneered, and said, "Oh, and remember to avoid walking with this kind of other kind of people, the smell of Mudblood—"

Harry and Ron jumped to their feet, Ron's face turned red, and Harry punched Draco on the nose when no one expected it.

Harry didn't know what "Mudblood" meant, but he knew Draco was insulting Deborah.

Deborah also stood up slowly. She looked at Draco coldly. It was the first time that Draco, who was as pampered as Dudley, looked directly at that gaze. Said: "Oh? It seems that you also want to fight with the two of them?"

"I think children from pure-blood families should know a lot of magic." Deborah smiled.

"It's only natural—"

"A-bra-ca-da-bra—!" Deborah pointed her wand at Draco, the blue light flickered for a moment, Draco danced uncontrollably, and he kept shouting "Stop! "Stop it!", the legs and hands made funny movements and left the carriage.Goyle and Crabbe glared at them and ran off after their master.

"Oh—" Ron said in surprise, "Deborah, you're so handsome! What kind of magic is that?"

"It's just a prank magic." Deborah stuck out her tongue, she put her wand back, she was not afraid of offending Malfoy.Because no matter how he pleases this guy, he just treats her as a lowly Mudblood, so she doesn't want to foolishly put her face on someone else's beat.

And just before Malfoy insulted her, he insulted Ron and Hagrid.

No matter how handsome he is after the sixth grade, he should be punished now, okay?

Harry was a little melancholy. After he arrived in the wizarding world, he was constantly admired by people, making him think that he could become very strong. In the past, every time Harry was embarrassed by Dudley's group or his aunt and uncle, it was Deborah. Helping him silently, he thought that this time he could finally stand in front of Deborah without her help...

Harry was a little afraid that he would be laughed at by others because he didn't understand anything. The "savior" was a lie. At first, he comforted himself that Deborah was the same as him, but now it seems that Deborah may know more than himself.

Afterwards, the three of them didn't have any more intense chats, probably because the continuous interruptions made everyone a little tired.They got out of the car and boarded the boat according to the trajectory of fate, and a group of small boats immediately sailed across the smooth and mirror-like lake.Everyone was silent, staring at the huge castle high into the sky

— Hogwarts.

The author has something to say: I thought it could be written to the branch... Well, I promise it will be in the next chapter.

Starting from the branch, the dull style will gradually disappear

And I don't hate Draco, really.It's just that he and the heroine have different positions.

I’m not sure about the male lead because I like to set the direction of the plot, but in order to conform to the natural nature of my feelings, I usually let myself write it, specifically mark who the male lead is and then go whoring him, I will feel very uncomfortable and can’t write well by the way...

Anyway, I'll mark it when it's finished!

That's why I say it's good to watch it, no matter who whores brings it in, it's best to be the heroine.

I can only guarantee that I am definitely not NP.

If any girl thinks that I am so immoral and abandons the article, I can only say——sorry that I label myself Mary Su plus Xiaozhong Er, and I said at the beginning that you should be cautious when entering the pit.

Even if you are super super super super super cute, you can’t change me qqqaqqq, unless you are cute and let me hug and soak ///////