Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 334, Section 328: I used to drive a Knight Bus.

According to Sirius's logic, little Lily is very much like Lily, and Lily is James's wife, James being the most outstanding person he has ever met.

So he was praising little Lily.

However, others didn't see it that way, especially the two people sitting in the living room who had absolutely no liking for James.

Sure enough, as soon as Sirius spoke, the expressions of the two men who were sitting on the sofa, who were not happy, changed simultaneously.

Snape's face was so dark it could drip water.

Vernon's face was drawn even longer.

What do you mean by praising my daughter for looking like my brother-in-law? And he's the kind of brother-in-law with whom I have a very bad relationship.

Harry, who had just finished washing up, came out and overheard Sirius's words. Without thinking, he covered his face.

If you can't speak properly, you can shut up.

Penny also looked rather unhappy.

Even Dudley looked at Sirius with a strange expression, oblivious to his own smugness.

You offended an entire family with just one sentence; you really have a sharp tongue.

It seems that spending so many years in Azkaban had some impact on him, at least in terms of his intelligence.

"I think we should keep a close eye on Lily to prevent her from being influenced by any shady characters. What do you think, Mr. Dursley?"

Snape spoke slowly and deliberately, looking at Sirius with an unfriendly and aggressive expression.

His view was shared by Vernon.

"You're right, Lily's godfather."

Because of the unpleasant meeting, he already didn't have a good impression of Sirius, and now it's even worse.

The two of them formed a united front with remarkable tacit understanding.

"Parents need to be selective about the people their children come into contact with."

Well, Sirius wasn't entirely useless; at least his presence eased the tension between the two.

They now have a common target they hate—Blake.

Being targeted by both of them at the same time, Sirius felt very innocent. Apart from his conversation with Dudley at the door, he had only said one sentence since he entered the room.

"Did I say something wrong again?"

Sirius clearly lacked self-awareness.

Harry was so exasperated by his nominal godfather's stupidity that he could only apologize to Petunia, Vernon, and the others, and quickly pulled his foolish godfather away.

If we let him stay here any longer, given his thoughtless nature and his foul mouth, he might cause a death.

Although I'm not very happy about it, it seems I'll have to spend the whole day with Sirius.

Watching Sirius Black excitedly describe his day's itinerary in the car, Harry had a fleeting thought that Sirius had said those things on purpose.

However, he quickly dismissed the thought.

Sirius Black doesn't have that kind of brain.

"What does this key do again?"

Sirius suddenly pointed to a button next to the steering wheel: "That Muggle seems to have mentioned it to me, but I've forgotten."

As he spoke, he pressed the button.

"Oh my god, it sprayed water, that's so cool!"

Seeing the water spraying out of the windshield, Sirius Black was as excited as a child weighing over 100 pounds.

Wait, something seems off.

Remembering something, Harry quickly asked Sirius, "Mr. Black, when did you get your driver's license?"

It's been a year since he was acquitted; he should have gotten that thing by now, right?

Hearing this, Blake, who was holding the steering wheel, turned around and asked curiously, "Driver's license? What's that?"

Harry: "."

I feel like I see the word "danger" written above my head.

Even the slow-witted Sirius seemed to sense Harry's worry, so he immediately said something reassuring: "Harry, trust me, I'll be fine."

Seeing that Harry remained skeptical, Sirius continued.

"I used to secretly drive a motorcyclist bus!"

Harry: "."

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because as soon as he did, Harry quietly took out his wand from his pocket, ready to cast a spell at any moment.

"Now I'm even more worried. Is it too late to get off the bus?"

Meanwhile, at Dursley's mansion, Sirius's incident eased the tension between Snape and Vernon. This was mainly because Vernon, as a father, felt he needed to be more magnanimous after learning just how valuable the things Snape had given Lily were.

Sirius simply serves as a stepping stone.

The three of them are now discussing how to get little Lily to drink the potion.

Penny was very excited about the fact that another witch had appeared in her family.

Seeing that the three people were focused on little Lily, Dali said goodbye to them and went out. It wasn't that he didn't care about little Lily, but with so many people around, one more or one less wouldn't make a difference.

Hermione isn't here today, and neither is Harry. I really want to continue researching magical costumes, mainly because those things can't be made in just a day or two.

Good morning, Mr. Dursley.

Good morning, Mrs. Mister.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dursley."

"Me too, Mr. George."

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The neighbors on Privet Road greeted Dali warmly.

They were all Squibs, people with no connection to magic, the lowest rungs of the wizarding world, but now they were able to use simple magic, thanks to the special wands Dudley gave them in his capacity as Gargamel.

Dudley saw smiles on their faces that he had never seen before. This wasn't the first time he had dealt with Squibs over the years. Before, they were lifeless, like walking corpses, living only to live. Even Mrs. Figg, who was doing well among the Squibs, was seen by outsiders as a very strange old woman. But now they were enthusiastic and full of energy, their eyes sparkling with a light called hope.

The small magic wand seemed to have given them a new life.

In fact, the special wands that Dudley gave them are also a kind of magical costume in a sense, except that the manufacturing process was not through the Fate world, but through magical costume modification.

The craftsmanship of magical costumes leans towards a mechanical style, with more intricate internal structures, such as wands, red and white orbs, and rings (philosopher's stones, magic crystals). Mystic Codes, on the other hand, are not limited to this form; clothes, shoes, books—anything you can imagine can be made.

However, the upper and lower limits are also extremely high. There is the Jewel Sword, which is the pinnacle of Mystic Codes with the second magic as its limited function, and the Shadow of the Spirit Origin, which can be summoned by the Servant in the form of a shadow. There is also the AZOTH Sword (Mercury Sword), which has a certain magic power amplitude effect but is not very useful. After obtaining it, you will unconsciously stab your own teacher.

As he was thinking, Dali suddenly stopped in his tracks. He felt someone calling him.

So he very naturally took out a Den Den Mushi from his pocket.

Despite pulling out such a bizarre creature as a Den Den Mushi in public, the ordinary people around him walked past him as if he didn't exist.

Magic is truly amazing.

"Hello, this is Dursley."

(End of this chapter)