Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Is there really a fourteenth use?

Under Grindelwald's guidance, Dudley used a special method to process the blood of five kinds of fire dragons, forming a test tube of bright red blood.

After carefully placing it in the test tube rack, Dudley began to make the ceremonial dress.

It’s still the same steps as before.

However, this time, new changes occurred after the specially formulated fire dragon blood was added. Along with the shining light of the refining array and the constantly waving magic wand in the air, the silvery-white liquid gradually turned transparent. At the same time, it was no longer sticky as before, nor did it have the metallic texture of the Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid. It seemed to have turned into clear water.

Seeing this effect, Dudley finally showed a look of satisfaction on his face.

Success, this state is what he wanted.

However, the magic costume has not been completed yet. According to Dudley's plan, it is only half completed, and the most important point has not been added.

'A flash of inspiration!'

This is the most important.

Chapter 369 A little inspiration

'A little inspiration' is the key to this magic gift.

In layman's terms, it is intelligent. It is not the self-aware Moon Spirit Fluid 2.0 that El-Melloi II and Lyness El-Melloi Archizolti created, but a more convenient and more suitable artificial intelligence.

It can be understood as exclusive supplies.

Who in this world knows you best?

The answer is you.

This was the inspiration Dudley got from the Horcruxes.

He intended to give this magic suit its own consciousness, well, not self-awareness but its own consciousness.

Is there anything more compatible than playing with yourself?

The effect in battle is definitely one plus one greater than two.

Of course, what he wants to do is not to split the soul. There are many ways to achieve immortality by making the magic gift into a Horcrux. There is no need to split the soul.

What he needs to do is to put his thoughts into the magic suit.

Splitting the soul and infusing thoughts are two different concepts and should not be confused. The split soul may form independent individuals, or even evolve into a situation where it is you and not you, such as Voldemort's current Horcrux. The diary does not know the situation of Voldemort himself, forming an independent Voldemort at the age of sixteen. Infusing thoughts will only give you a simplified version of your thoughts, just like the portraits hanging on the walls of Hogwarts, they have the same thinking mode as the real person.

The light of the alchemy array lit up again under his feet. With the waving of the magic wand, ancient magic runes popped out one after another and fell into the transparent liquid. Then he pressed the tip of the magic wand against his temple. With the slow movement of the magic wand, wisps of silvery-white flocs were gradually drawn out and poured into the semi-finished product like those magic runes.

Having achieved this, Dudley breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, in the layer upon layer of alchemy array, Dudley inserted his wand into the transparent liquid and began to stir it. Every stirring contained magic, and the flocculent substance that had just been extracted gradually merged into the liquid with repeated stirring. He was constantly immersing his thoughts and emotions into it. The portraits in Hogwarts Castle were made in this way, except that the portraits were made with brushes, while this was made with stirring.

Dudley remained highly focused the entire time, fearing that mistakes would result in the infusion failing.

This process is long and cannot be rushed. The higher the level of the alchemical item, the more complicated the process is and the longer it takes.

Same as brewing potions.

From night to morning, and from morning to nightfall, until... Grindelwald's tired yawn was heard from the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

Grindelwald stayed with Dudley for as long as he worked on it.

"Success!"

A voice mixed with fatigue and excitement sounded.

At this time, the extracted flocs have been completely integrated into the transparent liquid, and now the liquid is as clean and clear as water drawn from a well.

finished.

Dudley's heart moved slightly, and the transparent liquid began to climb up from Dudley's legs, gradually covering his whole body, and soon wrapped Dudley's whole body, just like wearing a transparent "dress".

Transparency is just a protective color. As long as Dudley wants, it can change into any color.

Dudley's mind moved again, and the transparent clothes began to change gradually, turning into pure black, and the form of the liquid also developed towards a gelatinous direction.

Gray eyes, long fangs and a thin tongue.

If this isn't the look of Venom, then what is it?

However, this situation did not last long. Under Dudley's manipulation, the black color gradually faded and soon returned to its original transparent state. Then the transparent liquid covering the whole body began to shrink continuously. After a short while, it shrank to form a light gray ring on the little finger.

His magic outfit - Moon Spirit Marrow Biological Armor Edition.

Dudley gently touched the position of his little finger and was very satisfied with this magic costume. It meant that his strength had been enhanced again.

By the way, he already has three rings on his hands. The Philosopher's Stone Ring with a faint red glow on the middle finger, the azure magic crystal ring on the ring finger, and now the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid Biological Armor Edition on the little finger.

I believe that in the near future he will have a ring on all ten fingers.

"I really want to see the item you made. I believe it must be an amazing alchemical item."

Grindelwald's voice was filled with emotion.

"That place won't hold you, Professor."

"If you want to come over, you can anytime."

"But I promised your principal that I would never leave this place."

As if sensing what Dudley was about to say, Grindelwald said directly, "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to go take a rest first. I still have to teach your other classmates this afternoon. I'm really getting old and becoming less useful. Even my spirit is not as good as before."

After hanging up the phone, Grindelwald fell into reminiscence as he looked at the sleeping silver Den Den Mushi.

Magical alchemical item.

If I hadn't been so obsessed with the Deathly Hallows, I wonder if I would have had a completely different future.

Then he smiled silently. If he had not been obsessed with the Deathly Hallows, perhaps he would not even have met Dumbledore.

On the other side, Dudley pushed open the door of the laboratory and walked straight towards the Slytherin common room.

Finally finished making the magic costume, now I need to have a good sleep.

He survived for three whole days and three nights, relying on his current superior physical condition. If he were in the sub-healthy state in his previous life, he would most likely have died suddenly.

At the same time, Wales is neither far nor near from England.

Voldemort looked at the huge crucible that was about to brew the potion he had always dreamed of, his eyes filled with excitement.

Now we only have one crucial step left.

Voldemort nodded at the Death Eater next to him, and the Death Eater who was named immediately walked out tremblingly, without any hesitation during the whole process.

"The unintentional donation of your father's bones can regenerate your son."

The Death Eater followed the instructions and threw a piece of bone into the crucible, which immediately began to boil.

“The flesh of your servant, a voluntary donation, may restore the life of your master.”

The Death Eater pulled out a gleaming dagger and slashed at his right arm without hesitation. He cut off his arm, and the fresh arm fell into the crucible. The Death Eater shouted loudly.

“The blood of your enemies, forced to give, will revive your enemies.”

Finally, the handkerchief stained with a little Harry's blood was thrown into the crucible, causing the potion in the crucible to change again.

This time the potion finally took on a color that satisfied Voldemort.

"Success!"

Chapter 370 I, Voldemort, am back

Looking at the boiling liquid in the huge crucible, Voldemort's face was full of excitement.

Finally, I can get my original body back.

He couldn't wait to get rid of this damn goblin body.

"Lucius, you did a great job on this."

Voldemort looked at Lucius standing beside him and praised him generously.

"This is all thanks to your wise leadership, Master, and the assistance of Vincent (Crabbe) and Gregory (Goyle). They did a great job."

Lucius' humble attitude pleased Voldemort very much.

"Crabbe and Goyle's children?"

"Those two idiots who didn't come here immediately are good. They did a good job this time."

"From now on, I'll leave these matters to you, Lucius."

Voldemort's words made Avery, another Death Eater standing in the room, change color slightly, but he did not dare to question Voldemort's decision.

He just stared at Lucius fiercely.

Voldemort is well aware of his subordinates' little thoughts, but he will not stop them. After all, competition is the driving force.

"Now. I want my body back."

Having said that, Voldemort jumped into the boiling crucible without thinking, just like he did at Riddle's house.

This time he did not feel his body burning, but instead felt an immense pleasure all over his body.

A burst of white smoke immediately filled the huge crucible and the potion inside was evaporated instantly. The overwhelming magical power changed the surrounding environment. The wind and clouds changed color and dark clouds covered the sky. The biting cold wind made the old house creak.

Under the gaze of his Death Eaters, Voldemort shed his goblin body and replaced it with a human body.

His body was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with scales on it, and his skin was pale, like it had been soaked in formalin for three days and three nights, and it seemed to emit a pearly glow. There were two holes instead of nose, and no lips on his mouth. His blood-red eyes were brighter in the dark, and his pupils were two slits, like a cat's eyes, and his forehead was bald like a boiled egg.

It's more like a monster than a human being.

A dangerous magical transformation grants him unimaginable powers.

When he walked out of the huge crucible, he was wearing a pure black robe. Like Grindelwald, he also liked black.

Seeing this, the Death Eaters around him immediately crawled to his feet and formed a circle, even Lucius was no exception.

Voldemort opened his arms as if embracing the world, and took a deep breath.

"I, Lord Voldemort, am back again."

The most dangerous Dark wizard he had ever seen, the Dark Lord of the Death Eaters was back.

The unimaginable huge magic power made the Death Eaters behind him terrified. It really came back. It was still so powerful and invincible.

"Hey Hey."

Voldemort grinned and made an unpleasant laugh. If you listened carefully, you would find that there was a hissing sound in the laugh.

The Death Eaters laughed in agreement, like a group of goblins cheering for their leader.

He slowly turned in a certain direction, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the distance and reach the destination directly.

"The first step is to liberate my loyal servants. They have suffered for more than ten years."

"Of course. Let's bring along our natural allies."

That location was Azkaban, known as the most terrifying prison in Europe.

No one knew about Voldemort's return except a few people, especially the Ministry of Magic. As the Minister of Magic, Fudge's job every day was to wait for the letter from Umbridge to be sent back to him.

He desperately wanted to know whether Dumbledore was planning to oust him or was plotting something behind his back, so he arranged for Umbridge, his most trusted confidant, to go over.

A few months ago, the actions of Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office, and Dumbledore had caused him to lose his composure.

When a large number of wizards were imprisoned in the temporary prison of the Ministry of Magic, he was completely panicked. They told him that these people were Death Eaters. He said he didn't believe it, but in fact he was deceiving himself and thought that 'He Who Must Not Be Named' was dead, the past was the past, and these former Death Eaters were no longer harmful.

So this hot potato was handed over to the Wizengamot to deal with.

The result naturally satisfied him.

He didn't know that the Wizengamot had undergone a major overhaul.

Or maybe he didn't care about the blood transfusion, he just wanted to keep his position as Minister of Magic.

After opening the letter sent by Umbridge, Fudge read it word by word.

To be fair, he didn't want Dumbledore to drive him out, because he was indeed no match for him, but in his heart he was certain that Dumbledore would drive him out, so he had to take action before Dumbledore drove him out.

Very contradictory and crazy.