Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"I'm sorry, Professor, I should address you as--Minister Fudge."

"Yes, from today on, I am Fudge."

The next second, Grindelwald's face and body began to slowly deform, and soon Fudge's unique short and fat appearance appeared in its place.

Polyjuice Potion is the most perfect disguise, able to 100% restore all the details of the body except for the memories. However, this is a magical world, and there is more than one way to transform. Moreover, Polyjuice Potion needs to be replenished every hour. The real Fudge has already returned to his hometown, and we can't keep carrying his corpse around to pluck hair.

Fortunately, Grindelwald has the ability to change his appearance at will (he is not a Metamorphmagus).

This is the effect of a pure Transfiguration spell. When one's proficiency in the Transfiguration spell reaches a certain level, one can achieve the same effect as the Metamorphosis.

Take a day off

It's not that I want to take a leave, but I have to go on a business trip to participate in a competition.

Chapter 413 Dudley's Special Course

The next day, news of the attack on the Austrian Ministry of Magic made the front page of the Daily Prophet.

However, this newspaper still did not report any information about Voldemort. Even the photos promoted in the newspaper were of the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban.

The entire European wizarding community was thrown into panic for a time, and everyone was afraid of being discovered by this group of vicious dark wizards.

However, there is some good news. For example, Minister Fudge, who had been resting due to illness, finally recovered and returned to work. He took over the leadership of the Ministry of Magic from Amelia and continued to exercise the power of Minister of Magic.

Soon, the staff of the Ministry of Magic discovered that, perhaps because of the attack, their Fudge's personality seemed to have completely changed. Not only did he become resolute and decisive, but the plans and measures he formulated were also more mature and complete than before.

Because of the Death Eaters' attack, there were many casualties in the Ministry of Magic (including Fudge), but it didn't take long for the vacant positions to be filled.

Whether it is the world of ordinary people or the world of wizards, the thing that is most lacking is people, especially decent jobs with a regular system like the Ministry of Magic.

The end of the universe is the civil service exam, and this is no exception in a world full of magic.

On the other hand, Voldemort, who had suffered two setbacks in the Ministry of Magic and Nurmengard Prison, began to keep a low profile. Not long after Lucius successfully "cleared" the suspicion of colluding with the Death Eaters, he was sent out by Voldemort.

Death Eaters are all dark wizards, but not all dark wizards are Death Eaters. There are still many dark wizards scattered around the world who act independently. This is also a considerable force. Voldemort wants to gather them all together and integrate them into one army.

This task must be done by someone who is reliable and trustworthy. Bella and Antonin are suitable for fighting, so it may be okay to arrange them to kill someone, but it would be too difficult for them to do personnel work. In terms of eloquence and scheming, only Lucius is the most suitable for this job among the Death Eaters.

In addition, Voldemort also sent Avery to contact werewolves, giants and other sub-human races (dark creatures) who were brutal by nature and could not integrate into the wizarding society but had good strength. The IQ of these races was generally low and they could be won over as long as they agreed to the other party's demands, so Avery was in charge.

In fact, Voldemort also wanted to win over the goblins. Those guys were quite powerful, but Voldemort didn't like their greedy character, so he didn't consider it for the time being.

Finally, Voldemort called all the Death Eaters in Azkaban together. He planned to personally teach his subordinates to make up for the more than ten years they had wasted in Azkaban.

The weather will gradually warm up, flowers will bloom, and the snow-covered forbidden forest will disappear, replaced by a vibrant green. This means that the cold winter is about to pass, and it is time for all things to revive, and spring will be everywhere.

Hogwarts, morning.

Dudley and his friends were doing their normal running exercise, Dudley was running in the front and the others were following behind him, but this time their team was no longer just the six people in the discipline group, but had grown to include the entire fifth grade.

The fifth-grade wizards all agreed that the reason why Ron and Neville became so strong must be related to their daily morning exercises, so they came one after another. Dudley did not stop this, but welcomed it very much.

Of course, that is if he completes his daily exercise.

So when the sky just got light, countless figures began to jog around the castle in the square of Hogwarts, until the early morning sun gradually rose into the sky, which had formed a beautiful landscape of Hogwarts.

And above the castle, every day, little wizards of all ages, except Slytherin and Hufflepuff (Hufflepuff's common room is on the underground floor, and Slytherin is completely deep underground), would lie in front of the window in their pajamas and watch this scene, without fail.

"Brother D, Professor X hasn't come to teach us for several days. Does this mean that we have to change professors again?"

Halfway through the run, Neville trotted over to Dudley and asked.

Since Grindelwald's name cannot be made public, everyone calls him Professor X. Although many people in Slytherin are vaguely aware of his identity, it will be fine as long as they see through it and don't say it out loud.

After so many years, the young wizards have basically become accustomed to the frequent changes of professors in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Last year, Moody and Karkaroff took turns teaching, and today it was Umbridge and then Grindelwald. It is not surprising to change to another one.

"He has been quite busy recently and has not been able to teach us for a while. He can probably spare some time only on weekends. During the week, you can go and listen to Sirius' Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Draco shook his head like a rattle when he heard this: "Sirius? Forget it, his lessons are not very informative. We might as well review what Professor X taught us."

Admittedly, Sirius’ story is not as bad as Draco said. He is quite popular among the first, second and third graders, but he is not good enough in the fifth grade.

After all, this is the most competitive grade in the entire Hogwarts, and the wizard in charge of teaching them is a wizard of Grindelwald's level.

Compared to this, Sirius's magical knowledge and experience are indeed not enough. Moreover, this guy has a dark history of being beaten by a fifth-year wizard (see Chapter 376, where Grindelwald remotely taught a Hufflepuff to defeat him). It is even more unlikely that any fifth-year student would be willing to attend his class.

"Well, since Professor X has other things to deal with, I will temporarily take over his fifth grade classes."

"I won't teach you about Defense Against the Dark Arts. I'm just a student in the same grade as you. Professor X is better at it than I am. You just need to review his content."

"But I can give you a special course alone."

"Don't worry, you will definitely become stronger after my teaching."

"Anyone who is interested can participate. Of course, Harry and the others must participate."

When the young wizards heard that Dudley was going to teach them personally, they became excited and signed up eagerly.

"I suggest you read the content of my course once before signing up."

Dudley said this with a malicious smile. Draco and Harry shuddered at the same time after seeing this smile, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

Chapter 414 Brother D is chasing me, damn

as expected

The next day, in the square outside Hogwarts Castle, there was a big beige thing that Dudley had brought with him.

Many little wizards came forward curiously, looking here and touching there, finding it very interesting.

"This this."

Unlike Draco, Neville and Ron who were all puzzled, Harry pointed at the big beige iron sheet with four wheels behind Dudley and said nothing for a long time.

Coming from the Muggle world, he knew that this thing was a car, a jeep.

Although he was very curious about where Dudley got this thing, electronic products were not allowed in Hogwarts. In theory, cars also fell into this category. He had just seen Dudley driving it here.

But now he is more worried about the purpose of this thing.

Special course. Probably related to this jeep.

You can't just let them practice driving and get a driver's license.

"Yes, Harry." Dudley slammed the door of the jeep. "This is what the recent courses are about - special physical training."

"Physical training?"

Sweat began to break out on Harry's forehead. Could it be that this was not what he thought?

Should not be

He kept comforting himself in his heart, but based on his understanding of Dudley, it was probably what he thought.

"How to train?"

This time even Draco's voice began to shake.

Dudley didn't answer him, but touched the steering wheel of the jeep and gave everyone a mysterious smile.

"Let me do a demonstration first."

Dudley got into the jeep and started it.

With the roar of the engine, Dudley drove the jeep straight towards Harry and the other three.

After all, the four of them had received special training with Dudley for five years, so they reacted very quickly and dodged decisively.

Although it is not clear how much impact force the jeep has, it looks like it is not something to be trifled with.

As the one with the best combat experience among the few, Harry reacted quickly and drew out his wand as soon as he dodged: "Wingardimuller"

Before he could finish the spell, with a snap of Dudley's fingers, he felt his palm lighten and his wand was taken away by an arm made of mud.

"No wands allowed."

After saying that, the jeep changed direction and drove towards the four people again.

This time the speed is even faster than before.

The four of them were chased around by the jeep, and after just a few trips back and forth, they were already exhausted and out of breath.

But Dudley still had no intention of letting them go.

Neville was a little slow to react and was knocked away. He rolled seven or eight times on the ground and was dizzy. It was obvious that his injuries were serious.

The jeep stopped after hitting someone, and just when everyone thought it was over, Dudley threw a bottle of potion at Neville.

"Drink it, stand up and continue."

Neville swallowed it obediently, the bruises on his body faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then he was chased around by Dudley again.

Dudley is a master of potions and soups who even Snape admires. As long as the person doesn't die instantly, his potions can heal minor injuries like broken limbs instantly.

After chasing the four of them for a while, he suddenly turned around and looked at the other fifth-year wizards and invited them, "By the way, have you considered training together?"

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There was a brief, strange silence.

The little wizards looked at each other.

Looking at the miserable appearance of the four people and then looking at the medicine bottle in Neville's hand, everyone shuddered.

The four of them were much stronger than us. Even they were beaten so badly. If it were us,

"Brother D, I suddenly remembered that Daphne and I had an appointment with a senior."

As a Slytherin who knows how to judge the situation, Pansy was the first to speak. She quickly pulled her best friend and waved in Draco's direction, saying, "Draco, we won't accompany you today."

"Yes, yes, next time, definitely next time."

Daphne nodded frantically, whispering in agreement.

With a look of deep sorrow and resentment that said 'you are not nice enough' on Draco's face, he hurriedly left the square.

With her leading the way, the Slytherins also began to frantically look for excuses to leave. They used all sorts of old excuses, such as having appointments with professors, seniors, and seniors. They even came up with the unbelievable excuse of forgetting to close the windows in the dormitory. How could the windows of Slytherin be opened? Not to mention whether they could be opened or not, as long as a crack could be opened, the water from the entire Black Lake could flow into the lounge and "flood the Jinshan Temple".

Slytherin was making all kinds of excuses, while Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were not slow in their efforts. Ravenclaw's excuses were a little more decent, while Gryffindor's were relatively simple and crude.

As for the Hufflepuff badgers, they were not good at lying, so they hemmed and hawed for a long time and were so anxious that they were sweating all over.

Finally, Dudley couldn't stand it anymore and announced that those who didn't want to take special course training could leave first. The little wizards left as if they had been pardoned.

Only Harry and his friends were left.

Under the desperate eyes of the four people, Dudley drove the jeep towards them again.

Draco screamed, "Brother D, I don't understand, this is too dangerous!"

Then he rushed to the front of the four people at the first moment.

Ron slowed down a bit, shouting as he ran.

"What's the point of us doing this?!"

"It works! Of course it works!"

Dudley turned the car towards Ron and stepped on the accelerator. "This is a special training that a fighting master has gone through. Although it is special, it is very effective and can make you grow quickly."

Which fighting master would be chased by a jeep?

Harry had a lot of question marks over his head. Dudley had chased him around the square for several laps. Now that he had finally caught his breath, he really didn't want to attract Dudley's attention. He just wanted to have a good rest.

Several people seemed to have forgotten why they, as wizards, learned to fight.

After chasing Ron for a while, Dudley turned the jeep towards the other people.

"Why doesn't Hermione have to practice?"

Ron, who had just rested for a short while, seemed to have discovered the blind student's talent and shouted loudly.

At this time, he finally discovered that there was one person missing from the six-member disciplinary group.

"She doesn't need to practice fighting."