Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 118, Section 116: Complaining about them

Seeing Ron's bewildered expression as he prepared to "trick" his father, Dudley continued to speak.

What does your dad work for?

"Ministry of Magic, Department for Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items"

Ron gave a blank reply.

"How did you get that flying car you mentioned?"

"My dad bought it from Muggles."

Ron continued answering.

Can ordinary people's cars fly?

"Of course not."

After Ron finished speaking, he looked at Dudley, still confused.

It's as if they're saying, "Isn't this common sense?"

"So if you were driving and an ordinary person saw you, and they discovered that it was made by Mr. Weasley, what do you think the Ministry of Magic should do?"

Ron reflexively said, "My dad's going to get fired."

After he finished speaking, his face turned the color of a pig's liver, and he finally realized what was happening.

"Right." Dali patted him on the shoulder, not so stupid after all: "If it gets out, you might lose your job."

For Dudley, missing out on the Hogwarts Express was a trivial matter.

"There are so many people here, what's there to worry about?"

It wasn't just a few of them who missed the bus; there were little wizards everywhere, including many first-year students.

"So we're just going to wait here like this?"

Dali shook his head: "No, we can file a complaint."

"complaint?"

Ron was confused, and Dudley didn't explain it to him further.

"Listen to me, parents."

Dudley raised his voice.

When the parents accompanying the young wizards turned their attention to them, he continued, "This is a serious accident."

"As you can see, the passage to the platform is blocked for some reason. There are still about ten minutes before the train departs, and I think we will most likely miss it."

Dudley knocked on the tightly sealed pillar, which made a loud thud; it was still blocked.

The Express train from Kingdom Cross Station to Hogwarts runs only a few times a year; it's a dedicated line.

There are other ways to get there, such as going to Hogsmeade first and then transferring to Hogwarts.

However, this would waste a lot of unnecessary time. Being late is a minor issue, but for first-year wizards, it could become a lifelong regret.

The Hogwarts entrance ceremony is a once-in-a-lifetime event.

"I believe someone should be held accountable and someone should handle this matter; the fault does not lie with us."

"I suggest everyone contact the Ministry of Magic first. They've always operated the Hogwarts Express, so they should come forward and give an explanation."

The wizards present suddenly realized what was happening and began to contact the Ministry of Magic in their own ways, though their attitude was, of course, unfriendly.

Ron learned his lesson this time and didn't publicize that his father worked at the Ministry of Magic.

Otherwise, I would leave this matter to my father to handle.

That would definitely not be a good thing.

"Mr. Dursley," Dudley heard someone calling him.

The only people who would address Dudley with such respect are currently Slytherin.

She was indeed a Slytherin, and a pretty girl at that. If Dudley's memory served him right, she was very close to Pansy and was part of a small group. The cookies that Dudley used to love to chew were made by her.

It's crispy, hard, chewy, and quite delicious.

What was it called again?

Dali recalled for a moment.

That's right, it's Daphne, Daphne Greengrass.

"Hello, Miss Greengrass," Dudley replied very politely.

"You remember me! You remember me!"

It was just a simple, polite response, but it seemed to hit a nerve with the other person. Daphne suddenly screamed loudly and emotionally, which startled Ron, who was standing next to Dali, so much so that he almost dropped the baby he was holding.

"Of course, we're classmates, and even from the same college."

Dudley offered a brief reassurance, as the screaming had been making his ears uncomfortable.

There's always something indescribable in the other person's eyes, just like when a fan meets a celebrity in person.

"Cough cough."

Hermione, standing next to Dudley, cleared her throat, trying to get his attention. She didn't like the way the girl looked at Dudley, and she was too close, practically touching him.

"Miss Granger! The living Miss Granger!"

The other person yelled again, even more agitated than before, which startled Hermione, and of course, made Ron shudder.

If the previous scene was about fans meeting their idols in person, then this scene is about die-hard fans meeting their idols in person.

He grabbed Hermione's hand and bombarded her with questions.

The look of worship in his eyes seemed completely genuine.

Hello!

If the visitor had ill intentions, it would be fine, but the other party's behavior made her feel a little lost. She didn't know that she was so popular in Slytherin.

Wait a minute, don't Slytherins uphold the supremacy of pure blood?

Am I a pure Muggle wizard?

After a slightly awkward conversation, Daphne seemed to remember something, pulled a timid little girl over to the group, and introduced her: "Mr. Dursley, Miss Granger, this is our sister, Astoria Greengrass, a freshman this year, and she will definitely be a Slytherin as well."

Daphne was very proud when Slytherin was mentioned.

Astoria has long golden hair and light blue eyes, and looks about 70-80% like Daphne. She is a very cute little sister.

When Dali was talking to her, he kept hiding behind his sister, which made him seem a little too shy.

Dali smiled at her, and Astoria immediately pouted, her eyes instantly welling up with tears.

This time, Dali finally realized that this wasn't shyness at all; it was clearly fear of him.

"Oh! Potter, it's Mr. Potter! It's a pleasure to meet you here."

Don't ask, the answer is Daphne's voice. It's obvious she's found Potter this time. Fortunately, Ron didn't tremble this time, otherwise Parkinson's would have been scared out of his wits.

Ron glanced at his friends and decided he needed to make his presence felt too, so...

"uh-huh."

He did indeed successfully attract Daphne's attention.

The result was just not what he had expected.

"Oh, the Weasleys' tilapia, when did you get here?" Daphne raised her chin slightly, her tone carrying three parts contempt and seven parts arrogance, as if she had seen something dirty, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust and loathing.

Their attitude completely changed 180 degrees.

Ron: ? ? ?

The person sent by the Ministry of Magic finally arrived late. He was a wizard who looked very young and was being surrounded by a group of wizard parents, sweating profusely as he explained things.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please listen to me, this is just a small accident."

I increased Astoria's age by one year.

(End of this chapter)