Chapter 98: The Wizard Dudley Dursley is Born!
It was close to six o'clock in the evening. In the quiet forest, Alexander stood beside a lifeless body, chanting a strange incantation. A dark sphere floated up from the corpse and sank into a door that had suddenly appeared.
Alexander had long been keeping an eye on Bojinbok's underground dealings.
The reason he hadn't taken direct action was simple: Bojinbok's activities attracted a constant stream of criminals. Bojinbok himself hadn't committed any heinous crimes, so Alexander had no reason to intervene directly. Instead, he allowed Bojinbok's black-market trade and low-key piracy to draw in numerous desperate wizards—many of whom were far worse. Among them, Jason was one of the slightly "cleaner" ones.
Due to long hours of work and Alexander's frequent raids, only white-collar criminals were left in Knockturn Alley. These, he didn't bother much with—they were already being watched by the Ministry of Magic.
Besides, weren't they the same bunch arrested during the Ludo Bagman gambling scandal?
When inspiration struck suddenly, Alexander took action in his free time after classes. He selected Jason—one of the more corrupt wizards—as the sacrificial subject for Dudley Dursley's transformation into a wizard.
First, Alexander arrived in Diagon Alley. He set up a teleportation enchantment at the entrances to both Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley—something he'd improvised, resembling a dimensional wall (thanks to his studies of underwater magic, otherwise it would have taken him months to develop this alone).
Jason had unknowingly stepped into the spell and was silently transported to the secluded location where Alexander usually disposed of bodies. There, Alexander cast a curse on a Muggle skeleton—one that would replicate the agony Jason had caused his victims during his life.
The victims' grievances were appeased. Alexander harvested the magical materials, and with that, Dudley could finally become a wizard.
Magic cannot be artificially manufactured—this Alexander knew well. But through countless volunteer sacrifices and research, he had finally found a method: transplanting a wizard's innate talent into a "blank slate"—a Muggle.
Thus, a brand-new wizard could be created.
Although the process came with some loss of ability and the resulting wizard was typically weak, Alexander's purpose was not to create prodigies. It was to reactivate the blood-ward spell on Harry by using a blood relative—Dudley.
And so, time resumed its natural flow.
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Privet Drive No. 4.
In front of a tidy garden, a boy who looked somewhere between a pig and a hairy orangutan swung a crooked cane—the kind issued to students at Smeltings Academy.
It was Dudley Dursley.
Although school was over, he still wore his uniform: a brown-red tailcoat, orange knickerbockers, and a stiff straw hat.
His loyal gang—rat-faced Piers, Danny, Morken, Gordon, and others—still visited daily after school, despite their favorite pastime, "Harry hunting," having lost its main player.
"Hey Dudley, I'm bored. When's that weird kid Harry coming back?" Piers asked, his buckteeth making his grin look extra nasty.
"Oh, him?" Dudley jolted awake from a daze. "He's at the St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. He won't be back 'til summer." He quickly echoed the lie his parents had drilled into him.
"Fine, fine. Let's go climb the tree in that old bat Mrs. Figg's yard," said Piers, and the others eagerly agreed.
Dudley got permission from his mother, Petunia, who was, as always, spying from the kitchen window. She had spent a lifetime monitoring her "morally inferior" neighbors.
Petunia called out, "Isn't it strange, Dudley? Sometimes when we were chasing Harry, he just vanished. Other times, he'd appear up in that tree."
"Yeah," Piers said proudly. "We all became expert tree climbers because of that."
"Hmm," Dudley replied absentmindedly.
But he had forgotten one key thing: he had gotten heavier with age. The thick branches of the tree could no longer hold his weight.
In the original timeline, Dudley nearly broke his neck during a similar incident. But no one had ever told Harry about it, so it never appeared from his perspective.
That moment was the turning point when Dudley first realized he was obese—yet he didn't take it seriously and gave up.
After Harry's third year, the Dursleys finally forced him to go on a diet. Then, during a brief visit from the Weasleys, Fred and George gave him Ton-Tongue Toffee, nearly killing him.
Only after these events did Dudley begin to truly change. He started training, took up boxing, and by the time Harry returned home after the Triwizard Tournament, Dudley was no longer fat—he was the Southeast Junior Heavyweight Boxing Champion.
Watching all this unfold from the shadows, Alexander considered stepping in. He had originally planned to create a magical explosion to simulate Dudley's magical awakening—an "accident" to alert the Ministry.
But then, he noticed Dudley was about to fall. That wasn't part of the plan.
"What a shame," Alexander muttered. "I wanted to see him spiral into the sky like a firework."
And then it happened.
Dudley fell from the tree.
But instead of crashing to the ground in a heap of broken bones, something strange occurred.
It was as if his rear had been fitted with a spring. Boing! He bounced. Then bounced again. Then again.
Finally, he bounced so high that he landed on the roof of No. 4 Privet Drive, smashed through the ceiling, and landed right at Petunia's feet—terrified, unconscious, but completely unharmed.
At that exact moment, a black sphere floated down and sank into Dudley's chest.
Then, far away in Hogwarts, the Book of Admittance flipped open on its own to the year 1991. The Quill of Acceptance scratched out a new name:
Dudley Dursley.
On Privet Drive, startled Muggles stared in disbelief. Then, crackling sounds echoed around the street. Wizards began apparating in rapid succession, wands raised, ready to erase memories.
A tall, dark-skinned wizard stepped up to Petunia.
"Good evening. I'm Kingsley Shacklebolt. You must be Petunia. I'm here to inform you—your son is a wizard."
Petunia, still stunned but with a flicker of hidden pride, stammered, "My Dudley? But… he's already eleven. Isn't it too late?"
"It happens," Kingsley replied with a warm smile. "Some children have a delayed awakening."
Outside, Mrs. Figg's cat meowed, and from her window, an owl took flight—soaring toward Hogwarts.
Back in the Ravenclaw dormitory, Alexander Smith opened his eyes and smiled faintly.
His work was done.
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(End of Chapter 98
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