Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Chapter 31: It wasn't so much a wand as...

The boy shouted, "I'll tell my dad!" as he cried and ran out.

He didn't even know what Dursleys were called.

Dudley's name alone could frighten students at St. George's School, not an exaggeration, it actually happened.

Perhaps, in the boy's eyes, Dudley was saying, "Hello, can I taste the flavor of your brain?"

The oppressive feeling facing Dudley, especially up close, wouldn't be understood without experiencing it personally.

"Oh my, what just happened?"

Mrs. Malkin walked in bewildered. She had just seen Malfoy's child crying and running out.

"Nothing happened, ma'am."

Although Mrs. Malkin was puzzled, she didn't have time to investigate. There were many new Hogwarts students, and several young wizards had just joined the store.

"Don't bully people next time."

Hermione nudged Dudley's waist and whispered softly.

"Hermione, I didn't bully him. What you heard was just a friendly greeting."

Hermione thought to herself, "Although it was indeed a greeting, it can't be considered friendly."

Dudley looked innocent, "I am a very refined and easygoing person."

'It's necessary to redefine the words "refined and easygoing",' both Hermione and Harry thought.

Dudley's words reminded Hermione of what happened at Oxford Dragon Primary School. At first, everyone thought Dudley was an easy target until a group of self-righteous guys turned out to be too brutal.

"You can't act like this at Hogwarts."

Hermione whispered.

"Okay, okay. I know. I will get along well with my future classmates and build good relationships."

Soon, after the uniforms and robes were tailored, the next stop was the wand shop.

Speaking of wands, Hermione and Harry were excited, especially Hermione. Since she learned about her wizard identity, she had been talking non-stop in Dudley's ear about wanting her own wand.

In this world, wands are the key to casting spells.

Compared to the two, Dudley was much more composed.

Ollivanders, the wand shop, is the largest and only one in Diagon Alley.

Pushing open the somewhat dilapidated door, a tinkling bell rang. The interior of the shop was much smaller than imagined, with no traces of the Extension Charm that Dudley had seen in the other shops.

Thousands of narrow boxes were piled around, clearly containing wands.

"Hello."

A gentle voice sounded, and the three saw an old man appear on the counter to their left, seemingly out of nowhere. His silver-white eyes resembled two full moons in the dim light.

The moment the old man saw the three, all his attention was drawn to Harry. He stared at him and slowly said, "I knew I would meet you soon, Harry Potter. Your eyes are the same as your mother's. When she came here to buy her first wand, it seemed like yesterday. Fourteen and a quarter inches, willow, swishy, excellent for charms."

"Is your brother famous?" Hermione poked Dudley's waist and whispered, still unaware of the legendary status of Harry Potter, the savior.

"Much more famous than you can imagine."