Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 28. The Fisherman Will Never Go Home Empty-Handed (Seeking Votes)

No one knows what Penny and Vernon talked about yesterday, but the next day, Vernon was like a different person. He stopped complaining about magic and showed great interest in Diagon Alley, which they were going to visit that day.

If Dudley hadn't known that Penny didn't know magic, he would have suspected that he'd had a brain transplanted.

"How much longer until that Professor McDull arrives? I can't wait to see that amazing world."

Leaning back on the sofa, Vernon appeared very excited.

"It's only 8:30 now, there are still 30 minutes until 9 o'clock." Dudley looked at the clock on the wall and said, wiping away sweat as he walked towards the bathroom after finishing his morning exercise. He corrected Dudley, "Besides, it's Professor McGonagall, not Professor McDull. It's very rude to call someone by the wrong name."

"Oh, Vernon, come and see how I look in this outfit today!"

Penny's anxious shouts came from inside the bedroom, and Vernon rushed over.

Ten minutes later

"No, this dress doesn't suit you. The color is too bright."

"No, this one won't do either, it's too flashy. I've heard Lily say before that wizards' clothes are usually quite simple."

Another ten minutes later.

Looking at the closet overflowing with clothes, Penny cried out in despair, "Oh God, I have nothing left to wear!"

Vernon:

Five minutes later, Dudley had finished showering and walked out of the bathroom. Harry, scratching his stomach and yawning, came out of the small room. He had gone to bed too late the night before because he was too excited, so he was very tired.

Penny managed to pick out some suitable clothes.

Five minutes later, as the nine o'clock clock struck, the Dursleys' doorbell rang.

Professor McGonagall arrived right on time.

"Are we going to take a flying carpet or fly there directly?"

Vernon peered behind Professor McGonagall for a moment, then asked with great curiosity.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dursley, flying carpets were already listed as prohibited items by the Ministry of Magic in the 18th century, at least in Europe."

Professor McGonagall explained to Vernon, "We usually use flying brooms to fly."

"Why are flying carpets banned?" Dudley asked curiously.

Professor McGonagall replied, "Because flying carpets are considered Muggle products."

"Does the magical world reject using things made by ordinary people?"

"That's about right," Professor McGonagall continued. "For example, electronic devices like televisions and computers, which Muggles use, are not allowed at Hogwarts."

"What kind of lighting do you use?"

"Candles, kerosene lamps, and torches," Professor McGonagall said matter-of-factly.

"Isn't this like going back to the Middle Ages?"

Dali's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he heard this.

Even if Professor McGonagall explained that those things were magical items, it didn't change their nature; in terms of lighting, they were simply not as effective as electric lights.

Dudley frowned slightly. Professor McGonagall's words gave him an extremely xenophobic feeling towards wizards. Why would they choose not to use something more convenient and instead isolate themselves from the world?

The thought that all those convenient and useful things would be unusable, and that entertainment such as game consoles and televisions would be gone, returning to the medieval level where one had to light a kerosene lamp to walk at night, suddenly gave Dudley the feeling that it might actually be better not to go to Hogwarts. Of course, this feeling was fleeting.

"It's getting late, and we still need to pick up another little witch." Professor McGonagall took out a piece of parchment from her pocket and examined it carefully. "Let me see. She lives a bit far from here, but we can use Floo Powder to walk to the Jansen's house through the nearest wizard's house. It's about a two-kilometer walk. Her place is really remote; there aren't many wizards around."

Finally, he added a sentence.

"Hopefully the Johnsons are home today, otherwise we'll have to walk five kilometers to get there."

"Can't I go over if I'm not home?"

Shocking Dali for a hundred years, what kind of operation is it to walk into someone else's house?

Professor McGonagall patiently explained, "Of course, the fireplace is closed if no one is home."

Of course, they could use Apparition, but the Dursleys are all Muggles, and Harry and Dudley had no prior experience with Apparition.

Shifting between forms is not a pleasant experience, especially the first time.

As for the key to the door, I'm sorry, there's no door around there.

Dudley leaned closer and saw the address on the parchment. It was an upscale neighborhood that was among the best in all of London. It might seem remote to a wizard, but it was actually near one of London's most bustling commercial districts.

House prices are not cheap.

"The St. Johnswood neighborhood is only a 30-minute drive from us."

Dali suggested, "How about we ride in our car? It'll be a bit slow, but at least we won't have to walk."

Instead of going through all that trouble to go around in circles, it's much more convenient to drive.

"Muggle transportation?"

Professor McGonagall was somewhat tempted; driving was undoubtedly much more convenient than walking.

There is another way, though. Wizards also have their own mode of transportation, but when Professor McGonagall thought about the nausea she felt, she still thought that traveling in Muggle mode of transportation was just as good.

So the group of five got into the largest car in Vernon's garage. Business had been good lately, and the Dursleys now had a total of three cars.

Vernon and Penny were somewhat disappointed; they had expected to see some amazing magic, but in the end, they were just driving.

Fortunately, there was not much traffic on the way, and we arrived at the St. Johnswood neighborhood in less than half an hour.

Looking at the three-story courtyard with its red roof, Dali felt somewhat dazed.

Wait, this place looks familiar.

"Mom, Professor McGonagall is coming soon, hurry!"

Standing outside the door, I heard a domineering yet strangely familiar voice.

Then the door was pushed open, and a young couple and a little girl walked out.

The three men were taken aback when they saw the crowd standing at the door. Then, the man of the house, beaming with joy, strode over to Vernon and gave him a big hug: "Oh my goodness, isn't this my dear Vernon?"

Vernon patted him on the back affectionately: "Hey, Wendell, long time no see."

Wendell Granger and Monica Granger are a well-known couple of dentists in London, with exceptional skills.

As for how he got to know the Dursleys, it was because Vernon ate too much ice cream one night, which caused him to have pulpitis. He was sent to Mr. Granger's clinic for two days of treatment before recovering.

During the treatment, they discovered that they both enjoyed fishing, and they gradually became acquainted.

They would often go fishing together, even though they always came back empty-handed. But this only strengthened their bond. Sometimes, the friendship between fishermen is just that strange.

Dudley went to Oxford Dragon Primary School as an exchange student after Vernon consulted Mr. Granger.

By the way, their daughter's name is Hermione Jane Granger.

As for why there is a "Jane" in the middle, it's because Mrs. Granger's original name before marrying Mr. Granger was Monica Jane.

Hand over your tickets!

(End of this chapter)