Harry thought the fellow who had appeared before him, who was clearly a wizard, looked a little familiar, but he really could not remember who he was just then.
Embarrassing as it was, Harry was a little face-blind. It was neither particularly mild nor severe: roughly speaking, he had to meet someone and have a proper conversation with them at least twice before he could remember their face.
Of course, there were exceptions. If it was a particularly pretty young woman, such as Qiu, Xilieikesi, Delacour, the Patil Sisters, or Professor Babbling, he could remember her after a single glance.
Well, his memory was more or less directly proportional to the other person's looks.
The wizard before him looked very ordinary and had no particularly distinctive features, so although Harry felt as though he had seen him before, he could not remember where at all.
Yet although he did not recognize him, Harry knew that the man meant trouble.
At this distance, he could clearly sense the malice pouring off him.
"Harry, a friend of yours?" One look at the man's clothes told Dudley that he must be from the wizard world, just like his younger cousin. That got Dudley excited.
It was not as though he had never met other wizards-he had met Sirius, Hermione, Ron, and the rest of the Weasley family. But that still did nothing to diminish his curiosity about wizards.
"No." Harry shook his head. "You head back first."
Dudley froze, then noticed that something was off about Harry's expression and immediately realized that the man might be bad news. He understood why Harry wanted him to leave quickly. After all, unlike his cousin, he did not have all those strange spells at his disposal.
If this really was a hostile wizard, he probably would