At the unexpected news, Petunia's thin eyebrows shot up in surprise, and her large eyes bulged until they were round as saucers. Her mouth hung open, and she froze there like a wooden dummy. When she heard the second half of Harry's words clearly, her gaze fixed on Allen.
"You're telling me this boy, who's the same age as Dudley, can turn himself into a wizard? Even Dumbledore couldn't do that!" Petunia seemed to have had a raw nerve struck. She glared furiously at her nephew and shouted, "Harry Potter! Don't tell me such ridiculous nonsense! I don't want to become a freak at all. And what exactly are you after? Are you trying to make fools of us, like your father did?!"
"Petunia Evans... Mr. Potter was at least telling the truth about this. You and your son will have the chance to learn magic." Snape's tone was rather impatient. "The world of wizards is different from that of you Muggles... This Allen Harris beside me has become the headmaster of Hogwarts, and he and one of the founders of Hogwarts... found a way for you to receive this gift. He invited you to live in his city precisely for this purpose."
Once Dudley understood, his body unconsciously shifted forward from his mother's side—he had played plenty of computer games and had experience with the mage class in fantasy settings. And unlike ordinary Muggle players, he knew there really were people in the world who could do those things.
If I had that kind of ability too...
Dudley squeezed the bones of his fingers. In the future, if he ran into someone he wanted to punch a couple of times, perhaps he would not need to use his fists. Imagining those Westminster students who always held their heads high