Time is like a wild donkey, it runs without stopping.

Summer vacation soon arrives (late June).

As long as you spend this summer, it's September, which is the time for new students to enter the school.

Not surprisingly, Dudley's middle school is Vernon's alma mater, Smetting. Although Penny thinks that Dudley's grades should make her go to a better school, Vernon insists that Dudley go to his alma mater.

As for Harry... Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had planned to send him to Stonewall, a comprehensive secondary school.

Because of the cheap price and Harry's poor grades, it was a waste to send a good school.

However, after much consideration, the couple decided to send them to Smetin Middle School with Dudley.

Harry was overjoyed to hear that he could go to school with his older cousin again.

To be honest, what do you say about the school uniform at Smetting Middle School... It's ugly.

A brown-red tuxedo, short orange bloomers, a stiff straw hat called Flat, and a knotted cane...

It's funny no matter how you look at it, but Dudley doesn't like it anyway.

Men should wear black bib pants.

Harry was fascinated by it, as he had never worn a tuxedo before.

Today is June 23rd, Dudley's birthday, but Dudley doesn't have time to bother with the pile of gifts as tall as a hill.

"Harry, have time to help me unpack the present, I'll be out in a moment."

Dudley hurriedly packed his clothes, picked one of the gifts in his hand, and then said to Harry, "Mom, when they asked, you said that I had asked a friend to play ball, and I would be back at noon." ”

Originally, on Dudley's birthday, the Dursleys were going to take him out for a long day.

But Dudley was only able to spare half a day.

This is also because the family is going to the zoo in the afternoon.

"Brother D, you're going again... There? ”

"Of course, I'll bring you a Gandalf figure when I get back."

In the sales of "The Lord of the Rings", in addition to the Hogbit trio and the elven prince, the most popular character is the white-robed wizard Gandalf, and of course, there are some who like Saruman.

"Good!"

Harry knew what Dudley was up to, he knew many of his secrets, after all, Dudley had never avoided him in doing these things.

For his eldest cousin, Harry simply admired the five-body throw.

Sports, studying, and even setting up your own company are the best in whatever you do.

Dudley had promised him that if he could finish his studies, he would be hired as a supervisor at the company, and Harry was looking forward to it.

Harry was battling a piece of bacon at the table.

Bacon is a rare delicacy for the English.

Harry, for example, eats with relish.

When Dudley isn't cooking, it's one of his favorite foods.

But for Dudley, it's not as good as a salt-fried chicken breast with a little chili noodles.

"Eat less smoked food, the taste is too strong, which is not conducive to physical growth."

"You should drink more milk."

Dudley patted Harry's head and tidied up Harry's messy cockcoop a little.

"It's time for a haircut again."

Harry's hair grew unusually fast, getting more haircuts than all of his classmates combined.

In fact, the strange things that happened to Harry were not only like that, but also happened more and more frequently as he grew older.

For example, as long as Harry touches or uses electronic products, they often fail for no reason.

The Dursleys forbade Harry from any electronic devices, and no one could afford to get a new TV for a week or two.

Dudley knew it was the magic inside Harry, and Harry didn't mean it.

"I'm out and I'll see you at noon."

"See you at noon, Brother D."

Saying that, Harry looked at him with envy on his face, Harry didn't know that he was envious of Dudley's outstanding ability, in fact, Dudley was also envious of his wizarding talent.

By the time he opened the door, Dudley had changed his appearance, and his transfiguration skills had become more and more proficient.

Arriving at the agreed place, a small car was parked there, and Dudley opened the door and sat inside.

If it weren't for his actual age, Dudley would definitely have to drive himself.

"Let me see what."

Dudley picked up the package he had taken with him, and wrote the name of the giver on it in large H letters.

Tear open the outer package, and there is a scarf inside, wrapped around the neck without saying a word.

Walking around the streets of London, I soon came to a residential building.

Dudley didn't actually go to the company, it was already on the right track, and it was taken care of by professionals, and it was the same with or without him, he only needed to be responsible for counting the money.

He doesn't even have to worry about the theft of trade secrets, because there is no scientific and technological content at all, what he sells is the brand is IP, and that thing can't be stolen.

"Is it still the old time to pick you up? Mr. ”

Dudley nodded at the driver and got out of the car with a small suitcase from the seat next to him.

Putting a brown top hat on his head, he looked around and walked into one of the alleys.

He's here to do the trade.

Dudley had always specialized in potions, and as he became more specialized, he was no longer satisfied with those few simple potions, but many potion materials were not available to Muggles, so they had to be done through some special means.

This must not be said to be related to some alternative... People make trades.

As can be seen from his conversation with the driver, this is not the first time.

As long as you have money, many things will become easy, even social circles.

Walk to the end of the alley and knock on the corner door, which opens a small window in the center of the door that only reveals a pair of eyes.

"Who?"

A dull voice came out.

"Shadows." Dudley said coldly.

After checking the code, the door was slowly opened, and the smell of various strange smells in the room came out, Dudley frowned slightly, lowered his hat and covered his nose with a scarf, and walked in.

The room is about the size of a billiard room, which is full of people, men and women, all dressed in various strange costumes and gathered together, the fish and dragons are mixed, making the air extremely turbid, only a few candles are lit without opening the window, and the whole internal environment is very dim.

I don't know, I thought I came to some kind of junkies' meeting place.

There is garbage everywhere on the floor, and no one cleans it at all.

Squalor and chaos were Dudley's impressions of the place.

When they noticed that a new person was coming in, these people looked in the direction of Dudley in unison, with greed and resentment in their eyes, but after seeing that it was Dudley, they all silently took it back.

"Dear Mr. Gargamel, please come with me."

A waiter dressed in medieval costume approached, rubbing his hands together and receiving Dudley with a flattering expression.