The dean of their own house, the first metamorphosis class of the semester, they were almost late, almost rushing to the professor with Professor McGonagall.

The Transfiguration class became Dudley's most comfortable class, with a magic power higher than that of the current young wizards, plus a little bit of transfiguration talent.

He completed the task of the lesson in an instant, turning a live beetle into a button.

Look at the other little wizards, struggling to complete the spell.

Because these beetles are always dodging the little wizard's wand and running all over the table.

After some operation, it just allowed those beetles to exercise.

Dudley's eyes twitched, Harry's actions couldn't bear to look at them directly, they were too real.

Harry first stunned the beetle with his textbook before using it.

The first time, the button was conjured, but the button still had feet, and then I tried several times, and it was only when the class was about to end that the deformation was successful.

The morning went by like that.

Dudley suddenly had a kind of self-confidence, and he felt that he could fly on the waves, because Gryffindor had added forty points in only half a day.

"What's the afternoon class?" asked Harry, slurring his words, his mouth stuffed with roasted chicken wings like a hamster hoarding grain.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts. Hermione blurted out without even thinking about it, a glint in her eyes.

"Huh~" Ron grabbed her class schedule and said in disgust, "Why did you circle Lockhart's classes in a heart shape?"

The pudding that Dudley had just eaten fell out, fell to his lap, rolled a few times and fell to the ground, and then disappeared, he touched his mouth and pulled the class schedule in Ron's hand, "Shall I see?"

He squinted at the red heart shape on the class schedule, which was particularly conspicuous......

Hermione snatched back the class schedule and glared at Dudley and Ron in exasperation, wishing they had two heads.

At this moment, the class schedule in Hermione's hand suddenly fell apart. It's not over yet, it's still splitting, splitting to the end, and a small scrap of paper doesn't even have half an inch.

Hermione was stunned, Ron was stupid, Harry was stunned.

Dudley was expressionless, and if anyone could pay attention, they would notice a slight change in the corners of his mouth, as if he were smiling?

"Forehead......" Dudley cleared his throat and said in a beastly manner, "Maybe your timetable doesn't like you to draw hearts on it, so it self-destructs......"

Hermione opened her mouth, always feeling that her IQ was insulted......

Dudley patted Hermione on the shoulder and said generously, "I'll use my timetable for you, but don't draw a heart again, or it might self-destruct." ”

Hermione took the timetable with a wandering look in her eyes and folded it in half. She didn't say anything, silently bowing her head to eliminate the food on her plate.

After they finished their lunch, as if nothing had happened, they walked together into the cloudy courtyard.

Harry chatted with Ron about Quidditch.

Hermione sat down and flipped through the book Traveling with Vampires that she had with her.

Dudley sneaked a glance at Hermione from time to time.

She didn't seem to be reading, but in a daze, and the page hadn't moved since she opened it.

Dudley tried to ask, but a very skinny gray-haired boy ran up to him.

The boy followed the demon and stared back at Harry with adoring eyes in his eyes.

Dudley raised an eyebrow at Harry

Ding~ Your little fan brother is officially online!

Harry couldn't understand what was going on, and he took two steps back to look at the boy.

As a result, the boy's cheeks immediately turned crimson, which made Harry's body tense and panic.

"You... Hello, I... My name is... Colin Creevey. He was breathing a little short, stammering a little from nervousness, and he took a step forward, keeping a fist away from Harry, "Do you remember? I was also sorted in Gryffindor last night. That one... That one... Can I take a picture of you?"

He shouted loudly, expectantly holding up the camera around his neck.

"Photography?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, then became confused, why was he taking a picture?, he looked at Colin's gaze, goosebumps all over his body.

"Yes, take a picture! so I can prove that I saw you. Colin said eagerly, grabbing Harry's palm, "I know everything about you. Know how you escaped the mystery's clutches, know that the mysteries disappeared because of you, and know that you have a lightning-bolt-shaped scar on your forehead. ”

"Huh~" Dudley is glad he doesn't drink water now, otherwise he will definitely squirt out in one gulp, what kind of bloody plot is this, people who don't know still think Colin is confessing to Harry.

Colin paused, his gaze fixed on Harry's hairline, but unfortunately the scar was blocked by bangs, "My roommate told me that if you use the right development potion, the person in the picture will move. ”

"Isn't that interesting, before you get a letter from Hogwarts......" he took a deep breath, trembling slightly with excitement, and said for a long time, finally looking at Harry beggingly, "Maybe we can take a group photo, and then, can you sign the photo by the way?"

Dudley pursed his lips and put Colin's words succinctly - Colin's dad was a milk deliverer and didn't believe in magic, and then Colin wanted to take a picture and send it to his dad.

He also had nothing to say, which was clearly a trick to get Harry's picture, and he also understood that Muggle families were led by professors.

Even if you don't believe it, you won't send your children to an unknown school.

If you really don't believe it and send the child over, how big is the parent's heart?

Colin, I'm afraid it wasn't picked up in the trash, right?

Dudley didn't speak, but crossed his arms and watched the excitement, if only there was half a watermelon.

It's a pity that some people don't watch the drama too lively......

"Signed photo? Potter, are you sending autographed photos?"

Draco Malfoy's loud, shrill voice echoed through the courtyard. He walked up behind Colin, flanked by two of his big, vicious nemesis, Crabbe and Goyle.

In Hogwarts, these two men are like Malfoy's bodyguards, eager to stay by Malfoy's side for the rest of their lives.

Dudley was a little confused, what was going on in Malfoy's little head?

Yesterday I saw them pretending not to see them like my grandson, and today I ran over like an uncle to provoke them in such a high-profile manner.

He couldn't help but wonder if Malfoy's head had been broken in Diagon Alley.

"Everybody get in line!" Malfoy yelled at the crowd, "Harry Potter is sending autographed photos!"

"No, I don't. Harry said angrily, clenching his fists, "Shut up, Malfoy. ”