Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"I think this text is the secret of the Three Deathly Hallows. If we can decipher this ancient magic text, we may be able to discover the secret of the Three Hallows."

Looking at Hermione's excited expression, Dudley couldn't bear to discourage her.

It may not be a secret, it may just be nonsense.

For example: "In my back garden, I can see two trees outside the wall, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree."

The reason why I hid it was just because I felt it was too much nonsense. No one stipulated that no nonsense could be put in the hidden secret letters.

Anyway, this is Dadley's feeling after reading the whole book.

"Then let's put it away for now."

As she said this, Hermione silently put the letter into her pocket. The book was hidden anyway, so even if it was taken away, Durmstrang would not be able to find it.

"Hermione, you can check to see if there are any other hidden notes."

Although there must be magic books in Durmstrang's library, they are not as exciting as treasure hunting. In the original novel, Harry found a notebook of Snape's sixth grade and it could shine in Potions class.

But it's impossible to say such a thing.

“There’s actually a copy here!”

Hermione's voice rang out in the library.

"???"

Am I speaking with a righteous mouth?

In the early morning, snowflakes were flying, the north wind was howling, and the sky and the earth were vast.

On the ice field next to Durmstrang School, a powerful voice kept shouting in the biting cold wind.

"Have you not had enough to eat?"

"Hurry up,"

"Don't be afraid! Charge straight ahead!"

“The best way to eliminate fear is to face it!”

The howling cold wind, the running jeep, the roaring sound of the motor, and four figures fleeing in all directions.

Yes, four figures.

When they were at Hogwarts, the four of them could take turns to rest for a while. If they were lucky, they would only be chased for five or six minutes in the morning. But now, this situation was impossible.

There were now four of them on the ice, each followed by a jeep.

The person in front was running for his life, and the car behind was chasing him desperately.

Dudley was only responsible for standing on one of the cars, and the rest were chased by the jeeps themselves.

According to Ronald's description in the original book that his father's magic car turned into a "wild car", the jeeps behind the four people were "tamed".

The first stage was ordinary plain training, and now it is the second stage of one-on-one exclusive training.

As for such trivial matters as catching a cold easily while running in the cold winter, it’s all due to wizards. Can’t it be solved by drinking a bottle of magic potion?

This kind of daily routine happens every day in Durmstrang.

By the way, Viktor never showed up for training after the first day.

Harry and the others didn't know whether Dudley's training method was scientific or not, but it was based on magic. At least their wandless casting and dodging abilities were greatly improved, and of course their physical strength also improved.

"Time is up, today's training ends here."

As the Durmstrang students were preparing to get out of bed and go to school, Dudley announced the end of today's training.

Harry and the other three sat down on the ground like dead dogs, gasping for breath, layers of white mist coming out of their mouths.

The most eye-catching thing was the tops of the heads of several people. White smoke kept coming out upwards, as if there was an explosion.

It’s a pity that they don’t know how to cast magic wave, otherwise they could COS a weak version of Z warrior.

Well. That’s not quite right. You can still release a few waves with the magic wand, but these waves are different.

After letting them rest for a while and pulling them up one by one from the ground, Dudley said, "Go back to your room and take a shower first, and then gather at the dormitory entrance."

In the blink of an eye, Dudley and his friends had been in Durmstrang for more than a month, and everyone had almost gotten used to the cold weather here.

During the time at Durmstrang, everyone gained a lot. Harry and Ron were said to have found a lot of good things in the ghost ship, including magic props and precious metals. Neville also got a lot of seeds of magical plants in Durmstrang's greenhouse, and he planned to take them back to Hogwarts to cultivate them well.

As for Draco En, he got enough sleep, which laid a solid foundation for his future growth in height and strength.

If you still don't grow taller, it must be because your sleeping posture is wrong.

Hermione and Dudley found many notes left by their predecessors in the library, including learning experiences, casting techniques, self-created magic, etc. They wrote down all the contents one by one, intending to verify them slowly later.

As the saying goes, there is always a teacher among three people. Even if you have mastered a lot of advanced black magic, you can still learn something here at Durmstrang.

Keeping a humble heart at all times is also one of the necessary conditions to become a spellcaster.

The only thing that Hermione felt sorry about was that she still had no clue about the ancient magic runes in the book.

Chapter 431 Our Professor Snape also said so

It was still Hogwarts, still the familiar headmaster's office, still Fudge, still Dumbledore.

Fudge stood in front of Dumbledore, who was a head taller than him, and asked softly, "Albus, are you really not going to help me? You know I need you."

"Gellert, you should also know that I am doing fine in Hogwarts."

Dumbledore just turned his head slightly without looking at Fudge: "And according to the agreed plan, I will die in another year. It is completely unnecessary to go to the Ministry of Magic at this time."

After he finished speaking, the whole room fell silent.

"That student of yours is doing pretty well in Transylvania. He tried to subdue the vampires there by force, but unfortunately he failed."

Fudge changed the subject, seeming very reluctant to dwell on the issue of death, especially since Dumbledore was behind death, even though this was agreed upon from the beginning.

Although vampires are also classified as dark creatures, they now belong to the category of humans and possess extremely high intelligence.

This is different from giants, humanoid witches, and the like that feed on humans, as well as goblins, banshees, and some werewolves that are hostile to humans.

Vampires get along very well with wizards, more closely than any other sub-race.

Similar to the relationship between ghouls and wizards, they can coexist harmoniously like a family.

This is mainly due to the fact that there is not much difference between vampires and ordinary wizards, and the proportion of handsome men and beautiful women in this race is much higher. In this world where appearance is everything, this kind of talent is particularly important.

In the original novel, there was a vampire at Fleur and Bill's wedding, and there was also a vampire in Professor Slughorn's Slug Club.

This is a stark departure from the image of evil vampires depicted in many stories.

However, there is a prerequisite for this, that is, you must not offend the other party, otherwise the degree of annoyance of vampires is the most troublesome of all sub-human races, and the magic they know is almost the same as that of wizards. First-year student Quirrell claimed that he had offended a vampire, so he wore the same "head bag" as Avanti that was full of garlic.

The most important point is that vampires are not afraid of death.

They have died once, and death is a relief for many vampires because they cannot commit suicide.

It would be almost impossible for Voldemort to force them into submission by force.

"The vampires spontaneously gathered together to fight back. I heard that they lost a lot of their newly recruited subordinates."

Fudge glanced at Dumbledore's expression, then continued, "It caused quite a stir in the area, so much so that the Romanian Ministry of Magic sent people over."

"Did they find out?"

Although Dumbledore was talking to Fudge, he still didn't look at him, and even teased Fawkes, who had gained at least three times more weight.

Fawkes was so annoyed by Dumbledore that he simply turned around and left his butt facing him.

"No." Fudge said with a sneer on his face: "What do you expect those idiots to find? If it weren't for you and your good student Newt in Austria, I wouldn't have been discovered."

Although his back was still facing away, Fudge seemed to sense Dumbledore's dissatisfied gaze and quickly said honestly, "He controls the Ministry of Magic in Transylvania. Nothing was found in Romania."

There is an old saying in the wizarding world that it is better to expect pigs to fly than to expect the Ministry of Magic to do anything.

In the wizarding world at least pigs do go to heaven.

Fudge took out a small bag from his pocket. Fawkes, who had only a small part of his body exposed, turned his head instantly, staring at the small bag with sharp eyes, and a trace of crystal liquid unconsciously secreted from the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe." Fudge smiled proudly at Dumbledore's back. He just took out a black pin from the small bag, and felt a flash of lightning passing by him. When he reacted, the small bag in his hand had disappeared.

On the other side, Fox burped contentedly in his den. His original bloated body had disappeared, replaced by a tight and strong body. He stretched out his claws and pulled hard, and an empty bag floated out from the den. It was the one that Fudge had originally in his hand.

After spending enough time with Dudley, even magical creatures know how to keep fit.

Fudge rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

At this time, Dumbledore was heard to speak: "Gellert, don't you feel that this plot is very familiar?"

"Of course I am familiar with it. It is the same as what I did before, except that he chose to directly use the Imperius Curse to control the opponent. It is a very low-tech method."

Fudge's face was full of disgust, and he obviously looked down on Voldemort's methods. Although he also used the Imperius Curse, more often he would choose to talk first.

In his words, the art of language is often more charming than magic.

The two talked about Voldemort's situation, as if everything Voldemort did was happening right under their noses.

Perhaps even Voldemort did not understand it as clearly as they did.

"Gellert, Tom is not like you. He is more cruel, bloodthirsty, powerful and crazy." Dumbledore walked to his headmaster's office chair and sat back. "And after many magical transformations and soul splitting, there is not much humanity left in his mind. He is very dangerous, like an unstable mixture, and he may explode at any time."

"I think 'ticking time bomb' would be a more appropriate term."

'Fudge' corrected.

"Albus, I think you should also learn more about Muggle weapons, which can effortlessly achieve the destructive spells that you spend a lot of effort to cast."

Dumbledore did not respond to Fudge's words and continued, "If we fail this time and fail to completely eliminate him, I am worried that he will do something even crazier."

"That's why I'm here, as Fudge."

'Fudge' tried to comfort Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head: "We are not the focus. We are old. The future should be handed over to the young."

Who knew that these words would hit Fudge's heart.

"Are you planning to train your own apprentice like you did with Newt?"

'Fudge' seems to be in conflict with the name Newt. Every time it is mentioned, he looks indignant and resentful.

"It can't be considered training, after all, Dudley."

Dumbledore was interrupted by the excited Fudge before he could finish his words.

"What a shame, this time Dursley is my apprentice! Not yours!"

Dumbledore shook his head in amusement as he watched his old friend asserting his sovereignty like a child who had obtained a new toy.

So he struck decisively.

"Our Professor Snape also said so. He was the first professor to accept Dudley as his disciple and intended for him to inherit his mantle."

Chapter 432 No One Can Make Voldemort Wait

The castle in Transylvania named "Horror Castle" was accompanied by a roar of "Those damn vampires are here again".

In the garden below the castle, the two groups of wizards started a fierce battle, with green and red lights flying everywhere.

On one side, there were Death Eaters wearing iconic black robes, while on the other side, their attire was not so uniform, but they all had fangs showing above their lips, indicating they were vampires.

Just as 'Fudge' said in Dumbledore's office, the vampires were gathering together to launch a fierce counterattack against the Death Eaters.

Normally during the day, this group of vampires would hide in some corner or nook, but at night they would gather together as if they had taken stimulants and come to harass the Death Eaters.

He finally recruited a group of new subordinates from Transylvania, but they were all killed by these vampires.

As dark creatures, vampires have a natural affinity for black magic, and they can use their venue advantages to the extreme at night. Even experienced Death Eaters can be assassinated if they are not careful.

"Bellatrix! If your stupid husband hadn't offended the leader of that group of vampires and belittled the vampires in front of them, we would have been able to reach an agreement with the vampires long ago."

Barty Crouch Jr. yelled at Bella angrily while casting the spell.

"You're lying!" Before Bella could say anything, her husband Rodolphus shouted anxiously, "Those vampires actually wanted to sit on the left side of the master. That is absolutely not allowed."

Although this group of Death Eaters have won over the dark creatures, they actually look down on them from the bottom of their hearts and do not regard these people as companions at all. Sometimes they even use the word "them" to describe them.