The First Step

In the restaurant, Vernon appeared as though he craved approval from his son.

"Do you remember the promise you made to your father?"

Vernon furrowed his brow, addressing his beloved son. He hesitated to scold him, so he tried a more indirect approach.

"Well, I do remember. I'll keep our agreement. From now on, I'll fully commit to becoming a biologist. I've already asked Mom to pack up all those magic books at home for the neighbor's kids."

As Dudley spoke, Vernon raised an eyebrow. The burden that had weighed on his heart for so long suddenly lifted, and his mood considerably improved:

"Dudley, I must say, this is how Dursley children should be. Magic and such are just toys. They hold no real value. Even the folks who collect the trash outside are more respectable than those circus performers."

Vernon's words left him stunned, and he noticed the fierce look in his wife's eyes. Only then did he realize he had gone too far. He offered an awkward smile to mask his embarrassment.

"Dudley, my drilling company has been doing well lately. We secured a hospital construction project, and a friend of mine introduced me to Morrison Hill, a renowned biologist in Lendon."

"After a friendly chat, he's agreed to let you visit his private lab and have his assistant teach you the basics of biology in your spare time."

"He's even laid out a detailed plan for your future interests and professional development. Aren't you happy Dudley, it seems your wish is about to come true."

Vernon smiled but Penny, sitting beside him, gently nudged her husband.

"Vernon, don't forget, it's our child's birthday today. He's seven years old now, so why not give him seven different birthday presents?"

After his wife's reminder, Vernon offered a somewhat awkward smile.

"Dudley, let me clarify. Most of the money I had is stuck up in the business. So I only have five presents for you my son. Next year... Next year, I will definitely make up for this year's birthday, and you'll receive thirteen presents in total."

Dudley smiled and thanked his father, and the family continued to enjoy their breakfast together. However, unbeknownst to them, a slender figure lurked in the shadows just outside the restaurant, watching the family's joyful conversation.

Harry's face bore a tinge of envy as he observed the Dursley family sharing a special moment.

.....

Dudley had noticed Harry's presence from the moment he entered the room, and while his care was limited, he found a way to help.

At just six years old, Dudley wasn't self-sufficient, but he was fortunate to be born into a family with a father who owned a successful company and a stay-at-home mother.

Pocket money was never an issue. Quietly, he requested a few extra ham sausages and slices of bread from his mother, intending to share them with Harry.

Although his acts of kindness were small, Dudley, with his understanding of the world, knew that being all cuddly with Harry was not a realistic option.

After all, the world could be unforgiving to those who couldn't fend for themselves. And especially Harry. He needs to learn how to defend himself. Otherwise it will cost him his life in the wizarding world.

.....

The next day after completing his morning exercise, Dudley changed into fresh clothes and headed to the dining room, where Petunia had prepared a hearty breakfast. Slices of warm bread, grilled sausages, eggs cooked to perfection, and a selection of cheeses adorned the table.

Dudley pulled out a chair and settled in, and soon, Vernon, clad in a well-fitted black suit, emerged from his room, albeit with some effort due to the limited space.

With his impeccably groomed appearance, Vernon casually remarked, "Dudley, we will be going to see Professor Morrison in a few days. You are going to love it."

Dudley, lost in thought, absentmindedly listened to Veron as he grappled with a monumental dilemma: whether to stay in the world of Muggles or venture into the enchanting realm of wizards.

With his foresight, he knew he could amass a fortune in the future. But did he truly desire such wealth? Or did he yearn to tame majestic dragons and confront Death Eaters, ultimately ascending to power as a dark lord?

This inner struggle had consumed his mind for an entire year. He craved both power and serenity, torn between the two.

Suddenly, Dudley snapped out of his reverie, his eyes filled with determination.

"Who says I can't have it all? I could be the puppet master in the shadows, while simultaneously establishing my influence in both the Muggle and wizarding worlds."

He hurried back to his room, his mind racing as he devised intricate plans for his future.

The first step - Become A Wizard.