Harry Potter: The Dragon Lord Arrives at Hogwarts

Sitting in the back seat of the silver car, Dudley looked out the window.

It has to be said that London in the eighties, judging from the appearance of the buildings in all aspects, is not very different from the twentieth century or even the twenty-first century.

Paved roads, advertisements and neon signs on the streets, and young men and women who occasionally walk out of cars.

They are in good shape, wearing short sleeves and hot pants, holding drink bottles in their hands, and they seem relaxed and happy.

"Dudley, are you listening to me. Vernon

, who was holding the steering wheel, was at a traffic light, stepped on the brakes, looked in the rearview mirror, and saw his child's line of sight.

"Boom!" the

engine roared deliberately twice, and the blue-haired young men and women who had gathered before frowned in displeasure.

"Isn't it just an ordinary silver private car, what is there to show?" The

words fell, and several people turned to leave.

Vernon raised his slightly wrinkled brows:

"Dudley, you have to listen to me, those young people just now are standard non-business. On weekdays, I don't go to work early in the morning, but gather together to mess around.

It's a waste of years, and you can't be like them in the future.

Dudley smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that his father usually looked grinning, and in the trivial details, he wanted to establish his own image in a roundabout way.

"Yes father, you're right.

Dudley followed Vernon's words.

The road lights changed, the car drove again, and the corners of Vernon's mouth rose as if he had found something of interest and began to chatter again:

"Dudley, don't think your father is nagging, look at the same time, you are on your way to communicate and study with Morrison Hill, a well-known British biology professor, while those seemingly fashionably dressed young people have meaningless eating, drinking and having fun, which does not produce any value."

I think sooner or later they will regret it. "

....

Looking at his father's somewhat bloated body because of obesity, Dudley knew very well in his heart.

In his previous life, he focused on biology and genetics, which involved the instinctive senses of human beings, and among the young men and women, there were obviously several blond and blue-eyed stunners with protruding front and back upturns.

As men, the visual sensory system must be more admiring to their basic reflection.

Looking at the male companions next to them, Vernon must have secretly compared them, the boys are muscular, short-sleeved vests, and they are bloated and fat, since the external conditions are not good, they always have to find some superiority from elsewhere, right?

He decided that when he went home, he had to communicate with his mother Penny, and the bad situation of his unwarranted anger could not be calculated like this.

.....

It was at this time that Dudley found that the car drove into a building complex, looking a little similar to the office building in the previous life, but the overall style is still a little European, and from a distance, you can intuitively find that the rooms in the corridor are spacious and bright.

The private car stopped steadily, Vernon pulled out the car keys, laboriously squeezed out of the silver car, because of the excessive range of movement, this time he almost fell to the ground, but Dudley quickly gave him a support point.

"Uh... It's so heavy..." At

present, his body is only about six years old, if he does not have the habit of insisting on fitness, it is estimated that he will fall to the ground with his father.

"Oh, it's really bad, I have long felt that the size of this private car does not fit my figure, Dudley, you don't have to worry, I know you like the big guy, you have felt like the bigger the better since I was a child."

Rest assured that this time the hospital's engineering project is completed, I will change a family off-road truck for you.

Dudley looked at his father, straightened his somewhat wrinkled black suit, and then took hairspray from the inside of the car door and sprayed it on his hand, turning up strands of golden hair to shine again.

Vernon closed the car door and fiddled with the black bow at the collar again:

"Quite perfect, my dear son, what do you think?"

Dudley didn't pay attention to his father, when the creature looked in the mirror, he would optimize his handsome appearance by default, and he didn't want to discuss this kind of topic against his will.

Vernon stepped forward quickly, seeing that his child was only about six years old, and he was smart and sensible.

His heart was full of pride, and he couldn't help but fall into memories, and it seemed that the excellent Dursley blood was especially prominent in my son.

.....

Ten minutes later, Morrison Labs.

A middle-aged man about forty years old, wearing a white coat, holding several books with a basic overview of biological science:

"Hello Mr. Dursley, it is a pleasure to see you again, I haven't seen you in a few days more tall and handsome than I thought."

Let me see, this handsome guy must be your son, Dudley Dursley.

I said that from the perspective of biological genes, since the first glance of the meeting, I can see that the similarity between the two of you has reached 80%, especially the facial features are exactly the same.

When Vernon heard this, his fat face almost narrowed into a slit, he didn't care whether the other party's words were true or not, in short, he was happy now:

"Professor Morrison, your vision is simply amazing, just as I have a new plan for the London district hospital..." Looking

at his father and Professor Morrison's compliment, Dudley has thoroughly seen what it is to say the most undesirable words with a smile.

He even had some doubts about whether

the Professor Morrison he knew in later generations was fake, but seeing that the outline of his facial features was almost as strong as in his memory, he shook his head helplessly, just when in the past thirty years, something must have happened, so that Professor Morrison abandoned meaningless social networking and only sought breakthroughs in the field of biology.

......

Vernon and Morrison have been discussing tuition to "nurture" themselves.

One says that the knowledge of biology must be grasped from a young age, and it takes a lot of wasted energy.

Another said that the Dursley family had invested enough, and this money was enough for a child's education resources for fifteen years, which was equivalent to paying for this in advance.

.....

Dudley was not involved, and during this time he followed the assistant of the Morrison Institute for Biological Research, Evans Gary, to visit casually.

Looking at the basic layout of the laboratory, Dudley nodded with satisfaction, the general layout here is no different from the previous life, the laboratory that costs a lot of money to build, after all, this is a very heavy building, only from a commercial point of view, reconstruction is far more cost-effective than renovation and rectification.

"Uncle Evans, my father seems to be calling you!"

Dudley looked at the young man in front of him with a serious expression, intending to find an excuse to buy himself some free time to study the biological organization of "wizard" Harry.