Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

The second human form is still a little difficult for Dudley at the moment. It is not something that can be achieved with a simple magic outfit. It requires a certain foundation in the magic of the FATE world. At present, he has not drawn the magic of that world, so he cannot proceed. It just so happens that Dudley does not like his tools turning into human form.

He didn't mind his tools having self-awareness, but he thought it was a bad taste to transform into a human form and exist as a maid. He really didn't get the point.

A tool is just a tool, not a self-stimulating device to relieve your stress. Why do you need such fancy functions?

And if everything has to be feminized, can't it be made more masculine? Can't muscular men give you a sense of security?

So Dudley decisively chose the first option, but he didn't want to copy Kenneth's outfit, but to improve it based on his.

He tried to incorporate all four methods he knew into it. He used the two characteristics of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, namely good ductility and strong plasticity, to create a magic costume with various changes.

And this is where the difficulty lies.

After more than a month of research, there was not much progress, and the holidays came in the blink of an eye.

By the way, the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid is carried by 140 kilograms of mercury, so it is a problem to carry this thing when it is not in use.

Fortunately, the wizarding world's Traceless Stretching Charm can perfectly solve this problem. By adding the Traceless Stretching Charm to a small test tube, it can easily hold a whole bottle of Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid without adding any weight.

Don’t ask, the answer is the magical effect of alchemy.

Chapter 331 Students who have not graduated cannot cast spells during the holidays

On the Hogwarts Express as always.

“It’s that time again.”

Ron cleared his throat, attracting everyone's attention. His face flushed, he said nervously:

"Brother D, Harry, Hermione, Neville and Malfoy, I think they should spend the holiday at my house this year."

According to the order, it is my turn to spend the holidays at his house this year.

“Although our house is not big, not beautiful, and a little old, it can still accommodate a few people. I hope you don’t mind.”

The Weasleys lived outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. Their house was called the Burrow. From the outside, it lived up to its name. It was indeed very shabby. It was a wooden house that looked a bit old. There were three more floors on the roof, like illegal buildings. It was built crookedly and had no aesthetic appeal. It was a miracle that it had not collapsed, let alone people living in it. It was indeed very shabby.

Not to mention ordinary people's houses, even normal wizard houses don't meet the specifications.

However, in reality, the interior of the Burrow is just like Newt's suitcase, full of surprises. No matter how decadent and poor the Weasley family is now, they are still a family of pure-blood wizards of the Holy Twenty-Eight. The house is full of magical creatures and magic items. In short, it is definitely a good place to live.

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Harry, as his good brother, continued: "Don't say that, Ron, your house is definitely the coolest house I have ever seen."

After all, even among wizards, few would put a ghoul in the attic. Harry had seen this ghoul when he lived in the Burrow in his first year. It was completely different from the stereotypical bloodthirsty, cruel ghoul that enjoyed killing. It was a humanoid creature with pustules all over its face. It usually ate some moths and small insects, and most of the time it was not aggressive at all, but it liked to hum and knock on the water pipes in the middle of the night, which was annoying.

"Sorry, Ron, I'm afraid it won't work this year."

Dudley's words made Ron lower his head in disappointment.

When it was Ron's turn, something happened. It's easy for people to think that he disliked the environment of the Burrow. Although this is not the case, it is hard to avoid misunderstanding.

So Dudley simply said it all out in one breath: "No one can relax during this holiday. There is no extra time for us to play or rest. Professor Dumbledore found us a very amazing teacher."

“It’s really remarkable.”

Dudley repeated it for emphasis.

"So we need to spend almost the entire holiday at this teacher's place. You need to discuss it with your parents. We will leave before the second week of the holiday, and the destination this time is relatively far."

His words successfully attracted the attention of others.

“In Austria.”

"cool!"

Ron and Draco's eyes lit up at the same time and they said in unison that they had hardly ever been abroad in their lives.

Yes, compared to Ron who went to Egypt the year before last, Draco was the one who had never been abroad. Lucius had originally planned to take him abroad for vacation during the holidays in recent years, but Draco basically spent his holidays with Dudley and the others, so naturally there was no chance.

Although he had boasted about taking a trip to Greece on a broomstick before his first flying lesson in freshman year.

"Of course this is not mandatory, it is entirely voluntary."

Dudley said that he was a very remarkable wizard, how could they waste such a good opportunity?

Even Ron, who was used to being at the bottom, didn't want to be left too far behind by his companions.

"One last point. How well have you all grasped the knowledge that Karkaroff taught you?"

"Mastering those things is the basis for meeting this professor. If we can't even master Karkaroff's knowledge, then this professor will most likely not teach us."

This was a tough guy who was expelled from Durmstrang, which openly taught dark magic, because he was overly obsessed with studying dark magic when he was sixteen.

And the reason for his dismissal was that he had delved too deeply into the dark arts (actually, a dark magic accident occurred).

"No problem!" everyone said in unison, even Ron was no exception, and it was obvious that they had really mastered it.

Poor Karkaroff, the little knowledge he was so proud of was just the most basic things in Dudley's eyes. And it had already been mastered by the fourth grade students. Oh, after this holiday, they would be fifth grade students.

Draco and the others were very excited about going abroad and kept chattering along the way.

Only Neville was relatively silent. He opened his mouth several times and wanted to speak, but swallowed the words back.

This detail naturally did not escape Dudley's eyes. He took Neville out of the carriage to talk for a while. When they returned to the box, Neville had regained his former energy.

As the Hogwarts Express arrived, Dudley and his two companions said goodbye to each other one by one. However, this time they did not have to wait until the station was empty. After a while, Snape got off the train, carrying a very large box in his hands, and walked slowly towards them.

"Ten minutes later than expected"

Snape's face was grumpy. These ten minutes seemed to him as long as a season. "What are you guys waiting for?"

"Of course I'm waiting for you."

The three of them thought of it at the same time.

Yes, Vernon didn't come to pick them up today. They went back to Privet Drive with Snape.

Snape was going to visit his godson (not a single gender) after not seeing her for nearly a year and was clearly impatient.

He took several people to a secluded place and used magic to disperse the ordinary people around them.

"If there is no problem with your Apparition, cast the spell with me."

Snape was unwilling to wait even for the thirty-minute drive. It was obvious that he really missed little Lily.

The three of them had already mastered the magic of Apparition a year ago, but.

"Professor Snape, students who have not graduated are not allowed to cast spells during the holidays."

Dudley said seriously, and Hermione and Harry beside him nodded in agreement.

Snape: “.”

Snape's silence answered him.

'Are you serious?'

Snape looked at Dudley suspiciously. He didn't believe that his disciple would abide by the rules set by the Ministry of Magic.

Especially since he himself is one of the rule makers (member of the Wizengamot).

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Snape's unique speaking tone sounded again, and he spoke very impatiently.

"Come to me now."

It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, Snape doesn't want to waste time here, he can't wait any longer.

As the surrounding space twisted, the figures of the four people disappeared.

Privet Drive, here we are.

Chapter 332 Vivian Decoction

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

"Open your mouth. Ah. Lily, be good."

Snape was holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. He forced a slightly ugly smile from his stiff face and coaxed Lily in a low voice: "Be obedient, Lily, say... Ah... Eating these things is good for you."

He is feeding Lily.

Little Lily is already over one year old and can eat some simple food, mostly liquid food.

It was hard to imagine that the Potions teacher, who was always serious in class and seemed to have lost the emotion of laughing, would do such a thing for a child.

However, little Lily did not appreciate it. No matter how Snape coaxed her, she refused to eat a single bite.

The bowl was filled with some black, sticky soup. It was impossible to tell what it was, but it gave off an indescribable strange smell. Not to mention children, even adults didn't like the smell.

"Stop feeding my daughter those weird things."

Vernon put his hands on his waist and shouted at Snape angrily: "Insects, poisonous snakes, and those flowers and plants of unknown origin are mixed together. Do you want to kill her?"

"What do you know?"

Snape replied indifferently without even raising his head. His attention was all on little Lily, and he didn't seem to want to explain.

He was friendly to Petunia because they were neighbors who grew up together. His attitude towards Vernon was obviously much worse. Although people who were familiar with Snape knew that he was actually giving her a lot of face, he would not even reply to anyone else.

Who is he?

He is one of the most famous potion masters in the wizarding world, and the street is filled with people who want his potions.

Our Potions Master is very proud, but the problem is that Vernon doesn't know that.

"She doesn't like it!"

Vernon yelled very angrily, so loudly that the whole house could hear it.

"These things are good for her! I'm doing this for her own good!"

Snape was also starting to get a little angry.

The main reason was that little Lily refused to speak, and he was reluctant to use force.

Vernon snatched little Lily from Snape, held her in his arms, and stared at Snape warily: "So what? She doesn't like it, do you understand? She doesn't like it."

Compared to Vernon's 300-pound body (most of which is now muscle), Snape's weight is like that of a skinny monkey.

There is an essential gap in strength.

Come to think of it, you can understand why Vernon was so nervous.

Let me ask you, if you suddenly found out that your wife's former neighbor was secretly feeding your daughter a suspicious decoction, what would be your reaction?

"I'm her godfather!"

"I am her father!"

The two grown men glared at each other, breathing heavily, their faces flushed red, and neither of them was willing to give in.

Although Vernon had a great liking for Snape because of Sirius Black, this liking disappeared not long after he became little Lily's godfather.

Even brothers, couples, parents and children may disagree on the issue of the next generation, not to mention fathers and godfathers.

Fortunately, both of them were very restrained. Vernon resisted the urge to punch the other in the gloomy face, and Snape resisted the urge to cast a spell on the other.

"Oh my God, what are you going to do?"

It was Penny who was able to persuade the two of them at the critical moment. She ran out of the room in a hurry.

Vernon picked up little Lily from her arms. The little girl seemed frightened by the two of them, with her lips pouted and her eyes full of tears.

"Go away, go away, you two rude guys. Look how scared Lily is!"

Penny drove the two back to the living room. The two people sitting on the sofa turned their heads at the same time and snorted coldly.

The movements were completely consistent, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times.

"What happened?" Dudley came down from upstairs, wearing a small vest for exercise. Behind him was Harry, who was yawning and rubbing his eyes, looking half sleepy. Dudley had moved Harry's room upstairs a long time ago when he learned the Stretch Charm.

"I smell a potion"

There was a faint smell of potions wafting through the room, which could not escape Dudley's keen sense of smell.

“It’s also a very strong tonic.”

Harry added with a loud yawn, having been woken by Vernon's recent roar.