Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 110, Question 108: Can I touch that treasure?

"Brother D, can I touch that treasure? Just that one, I promise I won't break it."

On platform 9¾ at King's Cross Station, Ron pleaded softly as he waited for his parents to arrive.

"Here you go." Dudley casually tossed the thing he took out of his pocket to Ron.

That was the Order of Merlin Third Class medal that Dudley received in the auditorium.

To be honest, he wasn't surprised by this thing.

The Order of Merlin is an award presented by the Order of Merlin, the oldest magical organization in the wizarding world, which originated from the legendary wizard Merlin. It is much older than the Ministry of Magic and other similar organizations. However, such an ancient organization can only issue medals to show its presence now.

The Order of Merlin is actually just an honorary medal; its symbolic meaning outweighs its practical significance, and it's not particularly remarkable.

If you donate enough money, it's not uncommon to get a first-class medal; even members of the pure-blooded Black family have done it.

Although it's not actually worth much money, it still looks impressive to laymen.

Just look at Ron's face, so full of adoration for this precious treasure, and you'll know.

Even Malfoy joined in.

Logically speaking, the Malfoy family, with its "long history," should not be fascinated by the Order of Merlin, but in fact, the Malfoy family does not have one.

He waved goodbye to Malfoy, Ron, and Neville one by one. Ron was picked up by a family of striking red-haired people, Neville was picked up by a witch who looked very serious and had a strong presence, and Malfoy was picked up by a wizard with long, light blond hair and pale skin like Malfoy.

When they picked up Malfoy, their gaze lingered on Harry for a moment.

Soon, all the little wizards at the station left.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Dudley said to Hermione and Harry beside him.

"I guess our parents might have forgotten to pick us up."

Sometimes, when parents have a very close relationship, it can be a burden for their children.

At this time, it is Privet Road.

The Grangers were having a barbecue party in the yard with the Dursleys, seemingly celebrating.

suddenly

Penny seemed to remember something and turned to Vernon, saying, "Vernon, have we forgotten something important?"

"My dear Penny, this is the ninety-ninth time you've asked this." Vernon swallowed a slightly charred sausage with relish; he really loved the taste. "We haven't forgotten anything."

"Dali and the others won't be back until the 9th. Today is only the 6th, so there are still three whole days to go."

Mr. Granger, slightly tipsy, chimed in, "No, you're mistaken. Hermione said they'd be back on the 6th."

"Wait a minute. Today's the 6th, isn't it?"

Vernon:

Penny:

Mrs. Granger:

After a brief silence, Penny broke it.

"It's alright, with Dudley here, they can come back on their own."

Yes, with Dali there, what is there to worry about?

Anyway, it's too late to go now.

Then the music starts, then the dancing continues, and let's have some barbecue and beer.

In the end, Dudley and his two companions made it back to Privet Drive without incident, of course, by taxi. All the young wizards received notices when they left Hogwarts—no magic was allowed during the holiday. Dudley, however, didn't seem to care at all. "You think you can find me to cast a spell?" he thought.

Looking at Vernon and Mr. Granger, who were lying drunk, shirtless, and embracing each other on the floor of their home, the three of them exchanged glances and could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Their father was really unreliable.

Meanwhile, Penny and Mrs. Granger were in the living room, wiping away tears in front of the television.

It was a romance drama.

Upon meeting Dudley and the others, he immediately extended a welcome and inquired a few questions about their life at Hogwarts. He then told them to go and have fun on their own and not to disturb them while they were watching their shows.

Very good, they are indeed biological children.

While others enjoy their holidays, Dali's holidays are filled with busyness. He doesn't waste a single moment; every minute is meticulously planned.

Don't forget, he runs a company in the world of ordinary people. Even if he can earn pounds sterling just by maintaining the popularity of his IP, he still needs to manage it.

Harry said he was used to it, after all, it was Dudley.

So Harry read the book even more intently. He wanted to become Dudley's helper; he still remembered the position Dudley had promised him.

All I do every day is read books; there's no way a little wizard can just cast spells randomly.

Of course, we need to make money from ordinary people, and we also need to make money from wizards.

We must grasp both aspects firmly.

No one understands the benefits and conveniences that money brings better than Dudley.

Money isn't everything, but it can be nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine things.

Since the holidays began, Harry's Hedwig has practically become Dudley's personal messenger, spending every day either flying or on her way to fly.

However, with Dalli's specially prepared rations, Hedwig had no objections.

Dudley was in contact with Carlo, but not for the second book of Dragonlance Chronicles, nor for a new novel. You can't make money by relying on just one area.

Didn't he previously ask Ron to collect information on wizarding entertainment? Dudley already has a new idea in mind regarding the widespread decline of entertainment in the wizarding world.

Carlo, who was gradually taking over the family business, was very interested in Dudley's idea. The first book of Dragonlance Chronicles not only saved Witch & Poison Publishing, but also made a fortune. This made Carlo, who already had a different opinion of Dudley, even more interested. No one would turn down money, especially a pureblood.

So they hit it off immediately.

We are currently discussing some details.

When you first arrive in the wizarding world, everything feels new and magical, but after a while, it's not that different from the world of ordinary people, and there will be inconveniences.

For example, sending a letter by owl is definitely not as convenient as making a phone call.

After five days of unsuccessful attempts to reach a conclusion with Carlo, Dali decisively picked up his pen.

"Dear Mr. Carlo"

Dario Carlo met with him in Hogsmeade three days later.

He couldn't stand the situation where he might have to wait several hours to get a reply to a message.

The efficiency is incredibly slow.

Just then, Penny's shouts came from downstairs.

"Dullie, your phone is ringing right now, it's Hermione."

"Okay, I'm coming."

With a series of gurgling footsteps, Dali came downstairs. The two of them would have a long phone call almost every day.

If you have the chance, you could try using magic to increase the speed of information transmission.

For example, communication can be done anytime, like by phone; it would be even better if we could chat in real time.

Otherwise, how can I justify the new abilities I've gained?

"Kill Voldemort's remnant soul once, reward: Magic Armor Modification LV1".

"Prevent Gryffindor from winning the House Cup. Reward: Magical Creatures Taming LV1".

(End of this chapter)