Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

In other words, except for Hermione and Harry, every peer would unconsciously use honorifics when addressing Dudley.

Harry opened a box of chocolate frogs, but he didn't expect the little guy to move, so he let it run out. Just as it was about to escape from the window, Dudley, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, caught it.

No food could escape Dudley's presence.

"I hate to use direct violence, that's too rude. I always win people over with virtue."

Dudley's answer made Ron dig his ears hard, fearing that he had heard it wrong.

Looking at those steel teeth emitting a long white light, and listening to the "crunching" sound of chewing like a monster biting people.

Ron shuddered unconsciously.

Hate violence?

As for Dudley's image, it is really not convincing at all.

Chapter 37: First Arrival at Hogwarts (Please vote)

Not long after, the express train arrived at the destination of this journey - Hogwarts Station.

Several people wearing robes got off the train. Instead of the charming scenery they had imagined, there was only a small, dark platform and the biting cold wind of an autumn night.

"Put this on to keep you warm."

Dudley took off his scarf and tied it around Hermione's neck, who was breathing heavily, then took out a coat and put it on.

The coat was so big for Hermione that it could almost fit her whole body.

It was warm, though.

"Thank you."

Hermione blushed slightly and tightened the collar of her coat to wrap herself tighter.

"First years! First years, come over here!"

A kerosene lamp swayed above the students' heads, and a rough but familiar voice sounded.

It's Hagrid.

When he saw Harry, he wanted to go up and say hello, but stopped when he saw Dudley.

"First-year students, follow me and watch where you step!"

Soon a lot of little wizards gathered around him. He led the way forward with a kerosene lamp in his hand. The little wizards followed Hagrid, sliding and stumbling down the steep, narrow, winding and rugged path.

Dudley noticed one thing, the senior students walked somewhere else after getting off the platform, and only the first years were walking on this road.

"I read in 'A History of Hogwarts' that first-year students have to walk the same path as the four great founders of Hogwarts and learn their spirit." Hermione, who wrapped herself tightly, said with her furry little head exposed.

Dudley glanced over what she said, but didn't remember anything.

This is the difference between Dudley and Hermione. Hermione knows everything and will memorize all sorts of knowledge regardless of whether it is useful or not, while Dudley will deliberately choose to memorize things that are useful to him.

For example, Dudley had memorized the contents of Potions and Herbology by heart, while Hermione had only read them and remembered the contents.

For Dudley, this distance was not even enough to warm up, but for the other little wizards, this distance made them out of breath.

Fortunately, we reached the end. At the end of the narrow path, a black lake suddenly opened up. On the high hillside on the opposite side of the lake stood a towering castle with spires everywhere and windows flickering under the starry sky.

I guess that must be Hogwarts.

It's a really majestic building.

Just by looking at the castle from a distance, Dudley could feel the grandeur of the castle, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited when he thought about spending the next few years there.

I've never lived in a castle.

"Hey, kids, get in the boats. No more than four people per boat!"

' cried Hagrid, pointing to a fleet of small boats moored to the shore.

For other young wizards, each boat cannot have more than four people, but for Dudley, the water level dropped to the level of four people just because he was on the boat. So Dudley was on a boat alone.

It is said that there are many magical aquatic creatures living under the lake, but I don’t know if it is true.

Dudley stared at the dark lake in a daze.

For Dudley, Hogwarts is not only a place to study, but also a treasure house.

"Dadali please allow me to call you that."

Dudley's boat was very close to Hagrid. He looked a little uneasy. He lowered his voice and whispered, "I'm sorry. Oh, I mean, I shouldn't have done that that day."

"Are you feeling better there?"

Hagrid said incoherently.

The scene where Dudley swallowed his tail left a deep impression on him.

"It's all right now," Dudley said calmly.

In fact, there is a small scar on his buttocks, which he left on purpose to warn himself.

In essence, Dudley didn't dislike Hagrid. It was Hagrid who attacked Vernon first when the conflict broke out that day. Later, Dudley heard from Petunia that the reason why Hagrid was rude to Vernon was because some unpleasant things had happened between them in the past.

In addition to Hagrid, Vernon also had conflicts with some of Harry's father's friends.

Hagrid's personality is simple, and he is not a bad person by nature.

Of course, sometimes simplicity is not a purely positive word.

This was Dudley's realization after his buttocks were taught a lesson.

“Is it true?”

' said Hagrid in a muffled voice.

"If possible, I hope you can invite me to your home in the future."

"Of course I'll take Harry with me, after all you're my aunt and uncle's friend."

"if you do not mind."

Dudley admitted that his words were very utilitarian. He had read the map of Hogwarts and knew that Hagrid's home was near the Forbidden Forest. The Forbidden Forest would become a place Dudley would visit frequently in the future, so it was necessary for him to have a good relationship with Hagrid.

"Oh, that's great, I mean, of course I don't mind."

Hagrid was a little incoherent, not at all as rude as he had been in the Dursleys' cottage.

After passing through a dark tunnel and arriving at a dock-like place under the castle, the fleet stopped.

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the door with a serious expression.

"First year, Professor McGonagall."

Hagrid said to Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you, Hagrid."

Professor McGonagall said politely to Hagrid, and then said to the other young wizards, "Follow me."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door, and the style of a European medieval castle appeared in front of the little wizards. The walls were made of a gray stone. Dudley didn't know what material it was made of, but it was definitely much harder than ordinary stone. The fact that Dudley used a lot of strength but couldn't break off a small piece of it was enough to prove this.

There were blazing torches all around the stone walls, the ceiling was so high that you could hardly see the top, and in front of it was a luxurious marble staircase leading directly to the upper floors.

Walking up the stone floor, I could hear a buzz of voices coming from the door on the right. It was obviously full of people. I followed Professor McGonagall all the way to a small empty room at the other end of the hall.

"I know. I read in 'A History of Hogwarts' that we have to be assigned to a house before we can officially start studying."

Hermione whispered as she leaned over to Dudley.

Her voice was not loud, but Professor McGonagall heard it and gave her an approving look: "Well said, Miss Granger."

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and spoke.

"The opening banquet is about to begin. Before you take your seats, you must first determine which college you will be admitted to."

"The sorting is a very important ceremony, because when you are in school, the college is like your home in Hogwarts. You have to take classes with other students in the college, stay in the college dormitories together, and live in the college dormitories together. Spend your free time in the common room.”

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin."

I sent the morning post early today, Monday.

Chapter 38 Are You Really a Wizard? (Part )

"Hermione, do you know how exactly we were sorted into houses?"

After Professor McGonagall finished her instructions and left, Harry couldn't wait to ask.

He thought that he had neither the talent of Dudley who could teach himself Potions, nor Hermione who could teach herself a few spells. He was even less like Ron and Neville who grew up in the wizarding world but didn't know even a single spell except for reading a few books.

Unfortunately, the know-it-all Hermione disappointed him. Hermione shook her head and said unwillingly, "I don't know. I checked many books, and each book simply mentioned that Hogwarts needs to have a sorting ceremony, but there is no detailed record of what the ceremony is. It's just a passing mention."

Harry looked at Neville and Ron again.

"My uncle wouldn't tell me."

Neville looked even more nervous than Harry, and said with a sad face: "I don't think I can pass it. A few years ago, everyone thought I might be a Squib."

"It should be a test. Fred said it would do great harm to us, but I thought he was joking." Ron tried his best to sound calm, but he was no less nervous than Neville.

"Relax, Harry."

Dudley patted his cousin on the shoulder, signaling him not to worry: "If we can't pass, we will go to Smelting High School."

Harry's eyes lit up when he heard that, and his originally nervous mood eased.

As long as I can study with Dudley, doesn't it matter where I go?

As he was speaking, a group of pale, translucent figures emerged from the wall, scaring the little wizards standing in front of him so much that they screamed in fear.

This is a group of ghosts.

Dudley really wanted to study the composition and principles of ghosts, but now was obviously not the time.

Because Professor McGonagall is back.

"Now, form a single file and follow me."

It must be said that the magnificence of the Hogwarts restaurant still shocked Dudley a little, especially the thousands of candles floating in the air and the ceiling through which one could see the sky.

The candles are cast under a spell and will basically not be consumed. Otherwise, the consumption of so many candles would be a considerable expense.

Dudley couldn't help but sigh that magic was really convenient.

In the middle of the hall, there was a four-legged stool with a pointed wizard hat on it. It was a black, greasy, patched wizard hat.

Sorting Hat.

I saw a wide crack on the edge of the hat, like a mouth, and it began to sing.

“You may belong to Gryffindor, where there is bravery buried deep in the heart. Their courage, courage and generosity make Gryffindor outstanding;

You may belong to Hufflepuff, where the people are upright and loyal, and Hufflepuff students are stoic and honest, and are not afraid of hard work;

If you have a sharp mind, you may go to the wise old Ravenclaw, where those wise and learned people will always meet their peers;

Maybe you will be admitted to Slytherin, maybe you will make sincere friends here, but those cunning and sinister people will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. "

The first three were basically given a bunch of compliments, especially Gryffindor, which got several words in a row, more than the compliments for the remaining three houses combined. And when talking about Slytherin, except for the first sentence which could barely be considered a compliment, the second sentence was a blatant sarcasm.

The targeting is very obvious.

Dudley had no interest in knowing why the Sorting Hat targeted Slytherin. Perhaps it was just Slytherin's own bad taste.

He was more curious about which college he would be assigned to.

And whether the other party can read the secrets in your heart.

According to Dudley's magical talent, he will most likely be assigned to Hufflepuff, because in the common perception of the wizarding world, that house represents mediocrity. However, according to Dudley's academic attributes, there is a certain probability that he will be assigned to Ravenclaw.

"Ding"

At this moment, a pleasant system prompt sound rang in Dudley's ears.

"Join any Hogwarts house. The rewards depend on the specific house."