Harry Potter: I Am Big D

Chapter -108.

"D-Bro, can I touch that thing? Just for a moment, I promise I won't break it."

On Platform 9¾ at King's Cross Station, Ron pleaded softly as he waited for his parents to arrive.

"Here." Dudley casually tossed what he had taken from his pocket to Ron.

It was the Level 3 Merlin Medal that Dudley had received in the hall.

To be honest, he didn't find it remarkable.

The Merlin Medal is awarded by the Order of Merlin, which is one of the earliest magical organizations in the wizarding world, originating from the legendary wizard Merlin, much older than any ministry of magic.

However, this old organization now only hands out medals to maintain its presence.

The Merlin Medal is essentially an honor medal, symbolizing more than it actually signifies; it isn't particularly impressive.

As long as you donate enough money, obtaining a Level 1 medal is not unusual; even the pure-blood Black family has done this.

Although it isn't worth much in essence, it still holds a certain intimidation factor in front of outsiders.

Just look at Ron's face filled with awe to understand.

Even Malfoy came over to check it out.

Logically, the "historically significant" Malfoy family shouldn't find the Merlin Medal surprising, yet in reality, they actually didn't have one.

After waving goodbye to Malfoy, Ron, and Neville, Ron was met by a family with striking red hair, Neville by a serious-looking witch with a strong presence, and Malfoy by a pale-skinned wizard with long light blonde hair.

When picking up Malfoy, the wizard's gaze lingered on Harry for a moment.

Soon, the young wizards at the station all left.

Watching the gradually darkening sky, Dudley said to Hermione and Harry beside him, "I guess our parents might have forgotten to pick us up."

Sometimes, parents' good relationships can be a burden for their children.

At that moment, on Privet Drive.

The Grangers were gathered with the Dursleys in the yard, hosting a barbecue party, seemingly celebrating.

Suddenly,

Penny seemed to remember something and turned to Vernon, saying, "Vernon, did we forget something important?"

"Dear Penny, that's the ninety-ninth time you've asked that." Vernon happily swallowed a slightly burnt sausage; he really loved that taste: "We haven't forgotten anything."

"Dudley and the others won't be back until the 9th; today is only the 6th, so there are still three whole days left."

Mr. Granger, slightly tipsy from drinking, took over the conversation: "No, you're mistaken; Hermione said they are coming back on the 6th."

"Wait a minute. Today seems to be the 6th, right?"

Vernon:

Petunia:

Mrs. Granger:

After a brief silence, Petunia broke the silence with a surprise cry.

"It's fine; with Dudley around, they can manage to come back themselves."

Yeah, with Dudley around, what's there to worry about?

And either way, it's too late to go now. (Sigh)

Then the music played on, the dancing continued, and the barbecue and beer flowed.

In the end, Dudley and the others successfully returned to Privet Drive, of course, taking a taxi.

All the little wizards received a notice when leaving Hogwarts — no magic allowed during the holiday. Dudley didn't care about this at all; if you can find me casting a spell, then you're welcome.

Looking at Vernon and Mr. Granger, who were drunkenly sprawled on the living room floor, the three exchanged glances and could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Their fathers were indeed unreliable.

As for mothers Petunia and Mrs. Granger, they were in the living room wiping tears while watching TV.

It was a romance drama.

Upon seeing Dudley and the others, they immediately expressed their welcome, asked a few questions about life at Hogwarts, and then told them to go play by themselves and not to disturb them while binge-watching their show. [Such Good environment]

Very good, they were indeed their parents.

While others' holidays were for relaxation, Dudley's holiday was busy; he didn't waste a second; every minute was planned out.

Don't forget, he had a company in the Muggle world; even maintaining the IP's popularity could continuously earn pounds, but it still needed management.

To this, Harry was used to it; after all, it was Dudley.

So Harry studied even harder, wanting to become Dudley's assistant; he still remembered Dudley promising him a position.

Every day was all about studying; there was no way around it since little wizards couldn't cast spells casually.

Of course, money from Muggles had to be earned, and money from wizards also had to be earned.

Both hands had to grasp, both hands had to be strong.

No one understood the benefits and conveniences that money brought better than Dudley.

Money isn't everything, but it might be the best out of everything.

Since the holiday began, Harry's pet Hedwig had almost become Dudley's exclusive messenger, either flying or en route to fly every day.

However, with Dudley's secret rations, Hedwig had no complaints about it.

Dudley was in contact with Carlo; of course, it wasn't for the second part of "Dragonlance Chronicles," nor was it a new novel; how could one make money relying solely on one field?

Didn't he ask Ron to help him gather information on entertainment projects for wizards before? Given the collapse of entertainment activities in the wizarding world, Dudley already had new ideas.

Regarding Dudley's idea, Carlo, who was gradually getting the hang of the family business, expressed great interest.

The first part of "Dragonlance Chronicles" not only saved the Witch and Poison Publishing House but also made a significant profit, which made Carlo, who already viewed Dudley differently, even more invested; no one would turn down money, especially purebloods.

So they hit it off immediately.

Now they were discussing some details.

Upon first arriving in the wizarding world, everything felt fresh and magical, but after a while, it wasn't much different from the Muggle world; there would also be inconvenient times.

For example, sending letters by owl was definitely not as convenient as making a phone call.

After five days of continuous communication with Carlo without reaching a conclusion, Dudley decisively picked up his pen.

"Dear Mr. Carlo,"

Dudley arranged to meet Carlo in Hogsmeade in three days for a face-to-face discussion.

He couldn't stand waiting several hours for a reply to a text message.

The efficiency was painfully slow.

At that moment, Petunia's voice came from downstairs.

"Dudley, your phone is here; it's Hermione."

"Okay, I'm coming."

With 'thud thud thud' footsteps, Dudley went downstairs; the two would basically have a 'long-distance call' every day.

There was an opportunity to try using magic to speed up the transmission of information.

For instance, like a phone, being able to communicate anytime would be even better if they could chat in real time.

Otherwise, how could he justify the new ability he had gained?

"Kill a fragment of Voldemort once; reward: Magical Equipment Modification LV1."

"Prevent Gryffindor from winning the House Cup; reward: Magical Creature Training LV1."

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