Out of curiosity, Dudley had once looked through Harry's homework, but it had looked like a blur. He could only make out a few faint marks.
This had rather surprised Harry.
Supposedly, everything from the Wizarding World had the effect of a Confundus Charm on Muggles and should have appeared blank-this was also one reason books and such from the Wizarding World were so expensive. Every copy needed to be enchanted.
Yet Dudley could actually see a little of it, which was very unusual. But Harry soon thought that perhaps this was because of Aunt Petunia.
Aunt Petunia was his mother's older sister. If his mother could become a witch, it was not impossible that Aunt Petunia had a tiny bit of potential and had passed it on to Dudley.
Harry secretly observed Dudley using Magic Perception and discovered that, although there were no flames of magic on the surface of Dudley's body, the little ball of light between his eyebrows was slightly larger than an ordinary person's.
Perhaps Dudley's child, his own nephew, might become a wizard someday, Harry thought with amusement.
Another week passed in a flash, and Harry began to feel that something was wrong.
During that week, not only had the Twins failed to write to him, but none of his other Hogwarts classmates had sent him a single letter either.
Before this, he had received one or two letters from his classmates almost every day-most of them from young girls. Answering his classmates' letters had even made Harry want to use his wand to control a quill-though, of course, given his level of magical skill, even if he were allowed to use his wand, he would not have known how to write letters with it.
Not only that, but Hedwig had been unable to keep