Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 8. Dudley's Discovery (Seeking votes during the new book release period)

That's why Dudley wanted to stay with Harry at Mrs. Figg's house—because she had lots and lots of furry kids.

In his previous life, Dudley loved furry children and kept several at home. Unfortunately, Vernon is allergic to cat fur in this life, otherwise Dudley would definitely keep a bunch of these fluffy little cuties at home.

"Dali, I think you should put Cheryl down. Look, even she's disgusted with you." Mrs. Figg looked at Dudley with a smile.

"Mrs. Figg, I usually love Xue'er very much. I even fed her goat's milk when she was little. If she still dislikes me, then she would be too heartless." As he spoke, Dali rubbed against Xue'er's belly again.

Dudley's physique, combined with his behavior, truly embodies the idea of ​​"a tiger in the heart, yet a rose in the hand."

Actually, apart from looking disgusted, the silver shaded Michelle in Dali's arms didn't really resist. Instead, she made a gurgling sound in her throat.

Cats are not like dogs, especially since Dudley is nibbling on the cat's abdomen, a very sensitive area. It's normal for the cat to perceive this nibbling behavior as an attack. If Dudley and Cherrie don't get along well, he'll definitely get a swipe or a flurry of scratches.

"It's all because you haven't come to see us for so long," Mrs. Figg said with a hint of reproach in her voice. "Sherry, Titi, Mr. Claw, and Momo hardly recognize you anymore."

There are four cats in total: Titi, Xue'er, Mr. Paws, and Mao Mao. They are all raised by Mrs. Figg.

Judging from their conversation, Dudley and Mrs. Figg already knew each other, which makes sense, as Dudley loves cats and Mrs. Figg is the only cat owner on the street.

Actually, Mrs. Figg didn't like Dudley much at first, or rather, she didn't like the Dursleys, until Harry first stayed with Mrs. Figg.

"The studies are really too much for you, Mrs. Figg."

"Not only do I have to study academic subjects, but I also have to win more medals for the school and participate in exchange student activities. It's exhausting. I barely have time to exercise."

Dali finally put Xue'er on the ground, but Xue'er was reluctant to leave and kept meowing at Dali.

Dali pulled out a bunch of dried fish from his pocket and fed them to Xue'er one by one.

"Don't feed it too much, or it won't eat properly," Mrs. Figg said with a smile, shaking her head. Looking at Dudley's sturdy body, she exclaimed, "Your body is the strongest I've ever seen."

After saying that, Mrs. Figg added a sentence to herself.

Perhaps only that person is stronger than you.

As they were talking, the other cats in Mrs. Figg’s house also caught the scent and came out of the room one by one, peeking out and rubbing against Dudley’s feet.

On one hand, it was for the dried fish in Dali's hands, and on the other hand, it was to leave their scent on Dali.

Harry stood by the door like a nobody, watching the two chatting happily. In fact, he envied Dudley's social skills, as he could talk to anyone, no matter who they were.

"Oh, right, Harry," Mrs. Figg said, only then remembering Harry, and then asked the two of them, "I think you must be hungry."

"I'll go get you some food."

Mrs. Figg was a good cook; her fried sausages, sauerkraut stew, and mashed potatoes were exceptional.

But Dudley doesn't want to eat these today. Because Penny can cook them too, though her skills are slightly inferior to Mrs. Figg's.

Even the most delicious food gets boring if you eat it every day.

After all, the recipe is too thin.

"Mrs. Figg, let me do it." Dudley tossed the remaining dried fish to the cats, clapped his hands, and stood up. "I'll show you what I can do today."

Mrs. Figg looked on in surprise: "Little Dudley can cook?"

She thought it was already quite remarkable that the Dursleys had raised Dudley to be like this, given their personalities; she never expected he could even cook.

"Of course!" Harry couldn't help but lick his lips, his mouth watering as he recalled the last time he tasted Dudley's cooking. "D-bro's cooking is delicious."

Seeing that Harry said so, Mrs. Figg, still somewhat skeptical, let Dudley into the kitchen.

Cut the tofu into small cubes and blanch them in hot water. Heat oil in a pan, add minced scallions, ginger, and garlic and sauté until fragrant. Then add minced lean meat and stir-fry until it changes color, stirring constantly until it is very fragrant.

After a flurry of activity by Chef Dali, twice-cooked pork, braised pork belly, Mapo tofu, lion's head meatballs, and a simple tomato and egg drop soup were ready.

Four dishes and a soup were served on the table, emitting an enticing aroma.

Just a small bite was enough to win over Mrs. Figg and Harry's stomachs.

"It smells so good." Harry exclaimed, his mouth greasy from eating.

Although Aunt Penny's cooking skills were good, her recipes were simply too limited, consisting of only a few dishes over and over again, making her far inferior to Dudley's.

"It's just simple home-style cooking. If you like it, I'll make it every day for a while," Dali said, finishing another bowl of rice.

At home, Penny doesn't allow Dudley to go into the kitchen.

Even if you want to eat, you can only wait until no one is home.

The cats, who had just had a hearty meal, were also attracted by the aroma of the food and jumped onto the table, sniffing the food on the plates with curiosity.

Unfortunately, the first dish they chose was Mapo Tofu. The pungent smell of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns was not a flavor that cats liked, so they all jumped down again.

"Hey kids, the kitchen is my territory. Your job now is to study hard." Hearing Mrs. Figg's words, Harry's expression gradually turned somber. Then, Mrs. Figg suddenly winked and changed the subject: "But an occasional time is fine."

"(ω)y!" Harry smiled happily and raised his spoon.

The next few days passed peacefully, with Dudley and Harry going to and from school as usual and exercising on the lawn.

until

Harry was out of school for an event, so Dudley got home first, but Mrs. Figg had already gone out and hadn't returned yet.

"Meow!" As soon as he entered the house and before he even had a chance to change his clothes, Xue'er rushed over from one side of the room, meowing anxiously at Dali.

"What's wrong, Xue'er?" Dali asked, puzzled.

He does like cats, that's true, but he really can't understand cat language.

"Meow!" Seeing that Dali didn't understand her meaning, Xue'er first bit Dali's trouser leg and pulled it a few times, then ran to the other side of the corridor and even stretched out her paws to pull inside.

At this point, Dali understood what Xue'er meant, and she asked him to go with her.

It must be said that Mrs. Figg's cats were more intelligent than ordinary cats; Dudley even suspected that they possessed human-like thinking.

On the other side of the corridor was a tightly closed wooden door, which was locked from the inside.

However, the room, which should have been empty, was now filled with the sounds of rummaging and things being moved.

"Could a thief have broken into the house?"

Dali's first reaction was that his house had been broken into. Then he clenched his fists and thought, "If you've broken into my house, then I'll give you a good, unforgettable experience."

Law enforcement officer Dali is making a comeback.

The simple wooden gate was no match for Dudley; with just a little effort, it opened easily.

The moment he pushed open the door, Dudley didn't see the thief he expected, but instead saw a book.

To be precise, it's a book that moves on its own.

It even has teeth and eyes.

At this moment, they were chasing Mr. Paws and Mooman all over the house.

Please vote! This is exactly what I need during the new book release period.

By the way, I didn't make up the cats' names; these were their original names.

(End of this chapter)