Time is like a wild donkey, it runs without stopping.
It’s almost summer time (late June).
As long as we get through this summer vacation, September will come, which is the time for freshmen to enter school.
Not surprisingly, the middle school Dudley was going to was Vernon's alma mater, Smelting Middle School. Although Petunia believed that Dudley should be able to go to a better school with his grades, Vernon insisted that Dudley go to his alma mater.
As for Harry...the Dursleys originally planned to send him to Stonewall, a comprehensive secondary school.
Because the price is cheap and Harry's grades are not outstanding, sending him to a good school is a waste.
However, after careful consideration, the couple decided to send Dudley to Smelting Middle School together.
Harry was very happy to hear that he could go to school with his eldest cousin again.
To be honest, what can I say about the uniform of Smelting Middle School...it's pretty ugly.
Brown-red tuxedo, orange short bloomers, a flat hard straw hat and a knobby cane...
It was funny no matter how you looked at it, but Dudley didn't like it anyway.
Men should wear black suspenders.
Harry was really looking forward to it because he had never worn a tuxedo before.
Today is June 23rd, Dudley's birthday, but Dudley has no time to care about the pile of gifts as high as a hill.
"Harry, help me open the presents if you have time. I'm going out in a while."
Dudley hurriedly packed his clothes, picked one out of the mountain of gifts, took it in his hand, and said to Harry, "When Mom and others ask, just say that I have an appointment with a friend to play ball, and I will be back at noon."
Originally, on Dudley's birthday, the Dursleys were going to take him out for a whole day of fun.
But Dudley could only spare half a day.
This is because the family is going to the zoo in the afternoon.
"Brother D, are you going... there again?"
"Of course, I'll bring you a Gandalf figure when I come back."
Among the peripheral sales of "The Lord of the Rings", apart from the Hogbit trio and the Elf Prince, the most popular character is the white-robed wizard Gandalf. Of course, some people also like Saruman.
"good!"
Harry knew what Dudley was going to do, and he knew many of Dudley's secrets. After all, Dudley had never avoided him when doing these things.
For his eldest cousin, Harry simply admired him.
Sports, study and even established his own company, no matter what he does, he is the best.
Dudley had promised him that if he could successfully complete his studies, he would be invited to work as a supervisor in the company, and Harry was looking forward to this very much.
Harry was currently struggling with a piece of bacon on the dining room table.
Bacon is a rare delicacy for the English.
Harry, for example, ate with gusto.
This was one of Dudley's favorite foods when he wasn't cooking.
But for Dudley, it wasn't as good as a piece of salt-fried chicken breast with some chili powder.
"Eat less smoked food. The taste is too strong and is not conducive to physical growth."
"You should drink more milk."
Dudley patted Harry's head and straightened Harry's messy head a little.
"It's time to get a haircut again."
Harry's hair grew incredibly fast and he had more haircuts than all his classmates combined.
In fact, there are more strange things happening to Harry. As he grows older, they happen more and more frequently.
For example, any electronic product that Harry touched or used would often malfunction for no apparent reason.
Because of this, the Dursleys forbade Harry to have contact with any electronic products. No family could bear the loss of replacing a new TV in a week or two.
Dudley knew that it was the magic in Harry's body that was causing trouble, and that Harry didn't mean it.
"I'm going out, see you at noon."
"See you at noon, Brother D."
As Harry watched Dudley leave with an envious look on his face, Harry didn't know that he was envious of Dudley's outstanding abilities, but in fact Dudley was also envious of his wizarding talent.
When he opened the door to his room, Dudley had already changed his appearance, and his disguise skills were becoming more and more proficient.
When they arrived at the agreed place, a car parked there. Dudley opened the door and got in.
If it weren't for his actual age, Dudley would definitely drive by himself.
"Let me see what it is."
Dudley picked up the package that he had taken away. There was a big H written on it, with the name of the gift giver written on it.
After tearing open the outer package, there was a scarf inside, which he wrapped around his neck without saying a word.
After twisting and turning on the streets of London, he soon came to a residential building.
In fact, Dudley didn't go to the company. It was already on the right track there and was managed by professional talents. It would be 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 technological gold content at all. What he sells is the brand and IP, and that stuff can't be stolen.
"Will I pick you up at the same place at the same time? Sir."
Dudley nodded to the driver, took a small suitcase from the seat next to him and got out.
Putting a brown top hat on his head, he looked around and walked into one of the alleys.
He's here to make a deal.
Dudley has been specializing in potions. As his research progresses, he is no longer satisfied with those simple potions. However, many potion materials cannot be obtained by Muggles, so they have to go through some special methods. The means are sufficient.
There is no need to make deals with some other kinds of people.
It can be seen from his conversation with the driver that this is not the first time.
As long as you have money, many things will become easier, including social circles.
Go to the end of the alley and knock on the door at the corner. A small window opens in the center of the door, revealing only a pair of eyes.
"who?"
A dull voice came out.
"Shadow." Dudley said coldly.
After checking the code, the door was slowly opened, and a mixture of strange smells came out of the room. Dudley frowned slightly, lowered his hat and covered his nose with a scarf, and walked in.
The room was about the size of a billiards room. It was full of people, both men and women, all wearing all kinds of fancy clothes. The air was extremely turbid. There were no windows, and only a few candles were lit. Bright, the entire internal environment appears very dim.
Those who didn't know thought they were at some kind of drug addicts' meeting place.
Trash can be seen everywhere, and no one cleans it at all.
Dirty and chaotic was Dudley's impression of this place.
When they noticed someone new coming in, these people all looked in Dudley's direction, with greed and resentment in their eyes, but they all looked back silently after seeing clearly that it was Dudley.
"Dear Mr. Gargamel, please come with me."
A waiter in medieval clothes came over, rubbed his hands and received Dudley with a fawning look on his face.
