I am Harry Potter's Cousin, Big D

"Have a piece, little brother."

When Dudley saw Harry that afternoon, he was eagerly drinking from a teapot, tilting his head back to drain the last of the black tea in one go. He then casually handed Harry a biscuit.

"Thanks." Harry took the biscuit and started eating it with a satisfying crunch.

Dudley handed another to Hermione. "Hermione, do you want one?"

"I've already eaten," she said, trying to act casual, though her eyes occasionally glanced at the biscuit. Her intuition told her these didn't come from the Hogwarts kitchens.

"They taste pretty good," Harry said, already reaching for a second one. "Did you make them, Brother D?"

"You know I'm not good at making sweets," Dudley replied, picking up another piece for himself. "These were a gift from a Slytherin senior." In truth, Pansy couldn't make tea or biscuits at all, so she had found a few older girls who were skilled at baking to make them for Dudley.

Hermione, however, took note of his casual words. "Dudley," she asked suddenly, "do you really like eating biscuits?"

"Not really," he said, chewing thoughtfully. "I just like to have something to chew on when I'm bored." Eating the last biscuit and hearing the system notification of Experience +2, Dudley comfortably narrowed his eyes. Hogwarts didn't have baguettes, or rather, the baguettes they did have weren't chewy enough. Days without something to properly chew on were hard to bear.

The three of them left the castle, crossed a wide, grassy field, and saw a small wooden cabin at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. A crossbow and a pair of rubber boots hung by the front door. This was Hagrid's house.

Harry knocked on the door, and they heard a tense struggle and a few low barks from inside. Then came Hagrid's deep, rumbling voice: "Back, Fang, back!"

With a slight tremor of the ground, the wooden door opened a crack, revealing Hagrid's large, bearded face. Upon seeing the three of them, his face broke into a wide, happy grin.

"I thought you wouldn't come," he said awkwardly. "Oh, I mean, you've finally come." His ability to organize and express himself had always been poor, but his happiness was clear.

He quickly invited them inside. Though it looked like a small wooden cabin from the outside, the space inside was much larger, clearly enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm. "Professor Dumbledore helped me with this," Hagrid said hesitantly. "It's not bad, is it?"

Entering the cabin was like entering a land of giants; almost all the household items were two or three times larger than normal. Even someone of Dudley's build felt like a child sitting on the oversized stools, and Harry and Hermione's feet dangled a good distance off the floor. The cabin was a single room, with hams and pheasants hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle boiling over the fireplace, and a large bed covered with a patchwork quilt in the corner. Beside the table, a large, fierce-looking dog was lying down. This was Hagrid's pet, Fang, a dog who looked intimidating but was actually a coward.

"This is Hermione," Harry introduced.

"Hello, hello," Hagrid greeted them while busying himself, pouring boiling water into a large teapot and putting some rock-shaped biscuits onto a plate. These "small" biscuits were the size of small washbasins. They were called Rock Cakes, and they lived up to their name.

Seeing Hagrid's enthusiasm, Hermione and Harry felt bad refusing. They each picked up a piece and took a bite.

"So hard!" With one bite, they almost chipped their back teeth. It felt as if they weren't eating biscuits, but actual stones.

Harry quietly put his rock cake back, and Hermione was about to do the same when Hagrid caught her. "Don't you like the biscuits?" he asked, looking at her with a pitiful expression. These rock cakes were the best he had to offer guests.

"I think..." Hermione began, struggling to find an explanation that wouldn't upset him.

Crunch... crunch crunch crunch.

A grating sound, like someone sharpening a knife or sawing wood, came from beside them. Hermione stared blankly and followed the sound, discovering that Dudley was chewing on a rock cake; he had already eaten nearly half of it.

This... At this moment, Hermione's feelings could no longer be described as just shock. The evaluation her dentist father had given of Dudley's teeth echoed in her mind: Those aren't teeth, they're a hydraulic press. She had thought he was exaggerating.

"The biscuits taste good," Dudley said, slowly and deliberately finishing the piece. "I like them very much. You have a real talent for cooking, Hagrid." He had found it! A substitute for baguettes, a new chewy stick. It was the rock cake.

"Really?" Hagrid said, as happy as a child. "I'm so glad. I thought I didn't make them taste good." His gaze then fell on Hermione, or more precisely, on the rock cake in her hand. He wanted more approval.

"I mean, I'm on a diet," Hermione blurted out, quickly reacting. "And Dudley likes to eat this." She hurriedly shoved the rock cake, which now had a single, shallow tooth mark on it, into Dudley's hand. That kind of food was something she definitely couldn't touch.

Dudley wasn't polite; he hadn't had enough with just one piece. He picked up the rock cake Hermione gave him and started eating it. "I really like the taste," he said, and it was unclear if he was referring to the food or hinting at something else. At the thought, Hermione's face instantly flushed red.

The rest of the visit was pleasant. They happily shared stories about life at Hogwarts, and as it neared dinnertime, they said goodbye to Hagrid. Before leaving, Dudley asked for a large bag of rock cakes to take with him.

Hagrid was very happy that his cooking was appreciated but also felt a little regretful that he had nothing better to entertain them with. He said goodbye to the three of them with a genuine reluctance to see them go.

Was Hagrid poor? No, Dudley absolutely didn't think so. In fact, he was probably the richest man at Hogwarts. The dilapidated appearance of his house was deceptive; many of the inconspicuous items inside were worth a fortune. For example, Fang's dog bed was woven entirely from unicorn hair, an item worth at least several thousand Galleons. If everything could be sold, it would probably fetch tens of thousands. Dudley even found himself considering whether he could ask Hagrid for a few things to sell so he could buy ingredients for his potions.

(End of Chapter)

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