Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

"It's too difficult, Professor." Dudley shook his head: "I'm afraid even if we eliminate him this time, he will appear next time unless we can completely eliminate him."

Dumbledore's face changed slightly, and his blue eyes stared at Dudley: "You know...?"

"There is only one way that can save him from death. Even if it appears again and again."

Dudley also looked at Dumbledore: "You should have guessed it."

Dumbledore's eyes flickered: "I'm not sure. I haven't confirmed it from the professor who may have taught him."

"Why must it be confirmed? Think about this problem with the worst possible scenario."

"How many do you think he made?"

Just as Dudley was about to answer him, Moody interrupted.

"What on earth are you talking about? How many, next time? Doesn't he still have a few more brothers and sisters?"

Moody looked at the big and the young in depression, and he didn't understand a word after playing riddles here for a long time.

"Professor Moody, it is true that we are brothers in a sense."

"Say something I can understand." Moody became even more depressed.

Dumbledore sighed: "Horcruxes. We suspect that Tom made Horcruxes."

"what?!"

Moody's face showed shock, obviously he also knew about Horcruxes.

"You mean...the one that makes life worse than death."

Horcruxes are very evil things, not only because the method of making them requires killing people, but splitting souls is also cruel to oneself and is taboo in the wizarding world.

All research involving the soul is taboo.

"That's right."

Dumbledore replied.

"But no one should know how to make such evil things. Isn't the method lost?"

The method of making Horcruxes has been lost, otherwise many dark wizards would choose to make them if they were in circulation.

"No, there used to be someone at Hogwarts who knew how to make Horcruxes."

"Who?"

"Horace Slughorn."

Moody was silent.

If it were anyone else, Moody would definitely express disbelief, but if it were this person.

The Slughorn family is also the oldest existence among the 28 so-called pure-blooded holy families. If it is him, it is really possible.

If Voldemort really made the Horcrux, that would be the most troublesome. If the Horcrux is not destroyed, he will be immortal.

"What should we do?"

"Destroy all his Horcruxes."

"All? He made more than one?"

"We've destroyed two so far."

Moody opened his mouth. Only then did he understand what Dudley meant by 'brother'.

"How many do you think he made?"

All problems are back to square one.

"Seven is a very magical number. I heard that Senior Tom was very obsessed with the number 'seven' when he was a student."

Chapter 314 Chapter 312 The last game of the Triwizard Tournament

After that night's conversation, Dudley, Dumbledore, and Moody each played their roles. Dudley continued to study hard, Moody tried his best to impart knowledge, and Dumbledore often went out. Rarely spend time in the principal's office.

Not long after, a news story about 'Incompetence, Ministry of Magic' hit the front page.

Even though Fudge tried his best to block the news, the news of the disappearance of a small group of Aurors was still exposed.

Not surprisingly, the Ministry of Magic once again received countless howling letters.

Fudge was very busy with this.

He wanted to ask the Daily Prophet to help promote his positive image, trying to restore some reputation and minimize the loss. It turned out that the current Daily Prophet had changed from editor to reporter.

Fortunately, although the person has changed, his attitude towards him as the Minister of Magic has become better.

So Fudge was once again on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

It's just that the sales of the Daily Prophet are now much lower than before, and there are only a few diehards left, not even one-tenth of the naysayers.

But if you ask Fudge to be a naysayer due to sales issues, then I'm afraid he will become the biggest laughing stock in the wizarding world. After all, the naysayers once said that he was hiding an army of fire elves.

This situation lasted until June

The final game of the Triwizard Tournament.

As early as a month ago, in May, the four participating warriors already knew the content of the third game - the maze.

After all, cheating is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Harry, how are you preparing?"

Dudley asked Harry during breakfast.

Harry swallowed the milk in his mouth and said, "According to circumstances."

Unless you can get the maze route map from the beginning, there is no good solution even if you know the content.Anyway, I have learned almost everything that I need to learn, and I have all my wands, spells, and potions ready. The rest is up to me on the spot. There is no way to prepare for this kind of thing.

"Tell you a stupid way to get through the maze."

"As long as you follow one wall of the maze, you will definitely be able to get out of the maze."

Dudley's method is the best way to cross the unknown maze, and of course it is also the stupidest.

He patted Harry on the shoulder and lightly dusted Harry's collar with his fingers: "Pay attention to your image, you are representing Hogwarts now."

Harry was stunned when he heard this, and nodded seriously: "I understand. Brother D."

There were many guests coming to Hogwarts today, more than before. Many of them came as spectators to watch the last game of the Triwizard Tournament. Everyone wanted to know the result.

The Ministry of Magic made a small profit just by collecting tickets. Unfortunately, there were not many people with business acumen in the Ministry of Magic. They only earned tickets and missed a great opportunity to make money.

If it were Dudley, he would produce a series of peripheral products and figure series about the four warriors, and then create a list of the support rates of the three major magic schools to heat up the topic to the highest level. As long as the operators Fortunately, these alone can make a good fortune.

Tickets?How much are tickets worth?

He just watches it for free and then does a live broadcast!

It is a pity that the Ministry of Magic only focused on the immediate interests and did not dig deeper.

There is quite a feeling of 'you are not using the opportunity I gave you to make money'.

As expected, Bagman still opened a gambling game. After all, this was the only chance left. The previous two experiences told Mr. Bagman that the money was really good.

But if Dudley knew, he would still sneer at his actions, bet?How much money did you make from your gambling?By building it into the IP of the Triwizard Tournament, the peripheral income alone for a year is enough to make you lose money.

And it’s really stupid that it’s legal income!

The stands built this time were larger than before, and many magic eyes were installed for live broadcast.

An hour before the game started, the venue was filled with people.

"I welcome our distinguished Secretary Fudge to give me my opening remarks."

Bagman's loud announcement was followed by sparse applause.

In such a grand competition, why didn't Fudge, as the Minister of Magic, attend?He was already running for his own reputation, so he would not let go of this opportunity.

Fudge just said a few cliche words before announcing the start of the game.

Whoever finds the trophy first in the maze and retrieves it successfully will be the No. 1 winner. Yes, you heard it right, the one who retrieves the trophy is the winner. No matter how high the score is in the first two games, the winner will be the winner. If he gets the trophy every time, he is the champion.

For players with fewer points, this is the only chance.

As for the runner-up and third place, there is no such thing.

Fortunately, the order of the game is determined by the scores of the four players. No. 1 enters first, No. 2 comes second, and so on. Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise the first two games would be completely meaningless and would be a waste. OK.

Dudley, who won the first place with an absolute advantage, took the lead and entered the maze.

Next came Harry, then Viktor. A long time had passed by the time Fleur entered.

“The area is not small.”

Dudley said as he looked at the huge wall made of countless magic vines.

These magic vines were enchanted by Dumbledore and will grow wildly once attacked.

The purpose is to prevent someone from crossing the maze in a destructive way.

The entire maze was built by several principals and professors, each of whom was responsible for a part, and finally assembled into a large maze.

In order to increase the difficulty, the Ministry of Magic also put a lot of 'things' in it.

"Look what I found?"

Dudley seemed to transform into a jungle explorer, pushing aside the branches on the road ahead as he spoke.

At the end of the road, there lived a huge rhinoceros-like creature, but the horns on its head were twenty times larger than those of an ordinary rhinoceros.

"An adult poison horned beast!"

The poison horned beast is a unique magical creature in Africa. It is 4X level. It is huge and covered with muscles. Its skin is immune to many magical attacks. When it feels threatened, it will rush directly towards the opponent. This is especially dangerous at this time. The unique thing on his head The horns can easily kill a male African Angora elephant.

Dudley looked at the giant beast with shining eyes, and the giant beast also noticed Dudley.

The whites of its eyes were unnaturally red and covered with bloodshot eyes, and bursts of mist were sprayed out from its huge nostrils from time to time.

Obviously, this poisonous horned beast is in estrus.

Any creature in heat is very dangerous.

The moment it found Dudley, it stood up, staring at Dudley with red eyes, and kept issuing low warnings in its mouth. Its two huge, thick front legs scratched the ground from time to time.

Completely ready to attack.

If Newt, the legendary master of magical beasts, were here, he would definitely find a way to appease this poisonous horned beast.

But Dudley wouldn't. He stretched out his right hand and hooked his palm at the poisonous horned beast.

Chapter 315 Chapter 313 Hey, young wizard

The reason why magical creatures are magical animals is that in addition to their own certain magic attributes and magic resistance attributes, there is also the fact that beasts with originally ordinary IQs are much higher. At least this poisonous horned beast knows what Dudley is doing.

Dudley's provocative approach completely angered the poison-horned beast. After letting out a high-pitched cry, it rushed straight towards him. Due to its huge size, the entire earth trembled as it ran.

The only thing any creature can do in the face of this giant beast is turn around and run away.

Even an armored tank will be easily smashed by the Poison Horned Beast.

Its long horns are capable of piercing everything from skin to metal.At the same time, there is a deadly liquid in the horn that will cause any object injected with this venom to explode.

If they were not usually docile and not aggressive towards humans, they would be classified as 5X.

A poisonous horned beast in estrus is no less dangerous than a 5X level ferocious beast.

It's a pity that Dudley has subdued so many 5X level magical creatures that he can't even count them.

Dudley just laughed and spread his legs in a wrestling position.

The Poison Horned Beast let out another cry, its eyes filled with madness. It wanted to tear the little person in front of it into pieces who dared to challenge it.

Soon the Poison Horn discovered that it was wrong. It had chosen the wrong target and overestimated its own strength.

The two collided, but there was no puddle of minced meat as expected. The poisonous horned beast seemed to have hit the indestructible Camelot Castle. The latter was motionless, as if it was aware of the opponent's full strength. Dudley was steady with one hand. Pressing firmly on the horns of the poisonous horned beast, no matter how hard the poisonous horned beast tried, it could not move forward even half a minute.

If someone else were to take Bresta Potion, if it were just the strength of a bear, they would most likely be 'killed' by the opponent in an instant. The power of Kodali could no longer be described as a bear.