Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"We don't need so many people, and aren't you the most idle person in Hogwarts right now?" Dumbledore said and winked at Dudley.

Dudley shrugged his shoulders in a noncommittal manner.

"Professor, please don't say that. I'm still very busy. I'm currently researching a potion."

"What potion?" Dumbledore was attracted by Dudley's words and his curiosity was aroused.

The main reason was that Dudley's talent in potions was ridiculously high. Every potion he produced was so amazing, so Dumbledore naturally wanted to know what it was and what its effect was.

"To solve the problem of the Death Eaters, of course."

At this point, Dudley paused, looked up at Dumbledore, and spoke with a hint of resentment, as if he was angry at someone for not fighting back: "More than a decade ago, the Death Eaters turned the entire wizarding world upside down. You don't know what they relied on, do you?"

"It's the Imperius Curse," said Dumbledore.

"Yes, it was the Imperius Curse that caused panic in the entire wizarding community. The Death Eaters relied on the power of the Imperius Curse, which made it impossible for people to tell whether the people around them were being controlled or whether they had become the running dogs of the Death Eaters. This kind of distrust grew in the hearts of all wizards."

"As long as this curse is broken, Senior Tom and his followers are not that scary."

After hearing what Dudley said, Dumbledore already knew what he was going to say next.

"So, Professor Dumbledore, you've already suffered such a huge loss before, why haven't you found a corresponding solution in more than ten years? Now you can give the other party a chance to use the same trick again?"

There are so many things to complain about Dudley. People say that one learns from one's mistakes, but the whole of England. No, the whole of Europe's wizarding world, they know how disgusting the Imperius Curse is, but they haven't found a corresponding solution for more than ten years.

It's like you led a team of rattan armor soldiers, and were repelled by the enemy's fire attack the first time more than ten years ago. The second time more than ten years later, even though you knew that the enemy was using fire attack, you still used the rattan armor soldiers to fight.

Simply unbelievable.

"That's the Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses. There is no counter-curse. What can we do?" Dumbledore sounded innocent.

If the Imperius Curse had a counter-curse, then it would not be one of the three Unforgivable Curses.

"Others may not have a solution, but you... I don't believe you don't have a way to deal with it."

Dudley looked at Dumbledore with burning eyes. As an old wizard over a hundred years old, his attainments in magic had reached the highest level. He just didn't do it, not that he couldn't do it.

"But I really have no choice."

Dumbledore simply spread his hands.

"All right."

Dudley was still a little unwilling to get any useful information out of Dumbledore. "Professor Dumbledore, is there really no one or organization in the entire wizarding world that studies the three unforgivable curses? For example, a secret organization set up by the Ministry of Magic. I need some key data."

Dudley knew better than Dumbledore what departments the Ministry of Magic had and who were the people in those departments; he just wouldn't give up.

"Researching the Unforgivable Curses is also forbidden."

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They really ban something if they say so. These wizards are so honest that it's scary.

No, it should be stupid.

Normally, shouldn't you be the one to forbid others and secretly research on your own? You haven't learned the Muggle trick of pretending to obey but actually disobeying!

If you ban it, will it no longer exist?

The most important thing is to find a solution.

Dudley rubbed his temple. He finally understood one thing: these wizards were really stupid. Once the data of the spell was released, after losing the mystery of magic, these wizards would lose if they started a war with Muggles.

The opponent will find a countermeasure for every spell.

"Dudley, how long will it take you to develop the potion?"

Dumbledore looked at Dudley and asked cautiously, being able to identify the potion of the Imperius Curse is extremely important.

If Dudley could really figure it out, the Death Eaters would lose their most powerful trump card. Hiding in the dark and doing things would be the basis of their invincibility.

Death Eaters exposed to sunlight would lose most of their deterrent power.

Dudley shook his head and said honestly, "There is no data to support this. I just have an idea. It is still a long way from success. I need the assistance of at least two potion masters to make it happen."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up when he heard Dudley say this.

"The professor we are going to invite is a Potions master who is no less capable than Severus. I think he will be happy to help you."

"I hope so."

Both of them were wizards who could Apparate, so they set off quickly after deciding to leave. They left the grounds of Hogwarts (Apparation was prohibited in Hogwarts), and in less than a second, they arrived at the village of Badley Barberton that Dumbledore had mentioned.

Soon they came to a neat little stone house set in a garden.

However, the hinges of the front door were open and the door was hanging crookedly. The streets were quiet on both sides, and there seemed to be no one.

Chapter 450: Horace Slughorn, the Talent Collector

"It looks like someone attacked him, Professor."

Dudley looked at the broken hinge and commented, "Is our new professor dead?"

"Draw your wand and follow me."

Dumbledore whispered, motioning for Dudley to follow him.

"I think I should go ahead of you."

Dudley grabbed Dumbledore's shoulders and pulled him behind him, "My reactions are faster than yours, and if you were attacked, I don't think I would be able to get away."

"You are the most important insurance."

Dudley said this without paying attention to Dumbledore's reaction and walked in first.

Dumbledore looked at Dudley's back, just shook his head slightly, and followed him.

When I opened the door, the room was pitch black and I couldn't see anything clearly.

“Fluorescent.”

Dumbledore raised his wand to cast a simple illumination spell, but was stopped by Dudley.

"Professor, I don't recommend using a spell to alert the enemy."

Dudley shook his head at Dumbledore, then pulled a potion from his pocket and handed it over.

“You can take this.”

Dumbledore pulled the cork out of the bottle without thinking and drank it in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said, "It tastes like cranberry, quite sweet. What is this?"

"Night vision potion, which allows you to see things clearly in front of you in the dark."

Dumbledore found that he could see things clearly in front of him, almost as clearly as in the daytime.

"And this, Professor."

Dudley said as he handed him another thick black object.

"This is.?"

Dumbledore was puzzled.

Looks like some kind of Muggle tool?

"A strong flashlight. Once you see something in front of you, shine it on it. It will definitely blind the dog on the other side."

Dudley himself knows how to use illumination magic, but the effect is too exaggerated, so he still carries a high-powered flashlight with him.

To be honest, anyone who has used a strong flashlight against the enemy at night knows the effect. It has a built-in blinding effect.

“Sometimes these little props can be very useful.”

Dumbledore did not refuse, put away the flashlight, and followed Dudley into the room.

When they opened the living room door, they saw a mess. A grandfather clock was smashed at their feet, the clock face was cracked, and the pendulum lay a little further away like an abandoned sword. A piano was overturned on the ground, the keys were scattered everywhere. Nearby, there were also fragments of a broken chandelier glittering.

The cushions were scattered about in a disorderly manner, deflated, with feathers sticking out of the cracks, and broken glass and porcelain were scattered all over the floor like powder.

The wallpaper was splattered with dark red sticky stuff.

It's blood and it's blood that's about to dry up.

Judging from the color of the blood, it should have been a while, but

"It looks like a terrorist incident has occurred."

Dumbledore carefully looked at the scene in front of him, carefully observing the broken fragments at his feet. After a moment, he said to Dudley: "Dudley, look at it this way."

Dudley shrugged. "Isn't the answer obvious, Professor?"

He pouted at Dumbledore.

Looking in the direction he pointed, I saw a bulging armchair overturned on the ground.

"Show your true form."

The purple spell hit the armchair, and with a slightly painful groan, the armchair began to deform at an alarming speed. In the blink of an eye, a bald, fat old man sat there.

Transfiguration spell, the technique of transforming oneself.

"Good evening, Horace." Dumbledore said, looking at the other person with a smile.

The next second, the whole room became bright.

Horace Slughorn, an excellent Potions master, is the former head of Slytherin and the previous professor of Potions.

"You didn't have to use a spell, and be so rough about it."

The fat bald old man complained while rubbing his butt, where he was hit by the spell.

The main thing is that his posture before the transformation was that he was lying on the ground with his butt sticking up.

"I'm sorry. Otherwise, I don't think you would have appeared in front of us." Although Dumbledore was apologizing, there was no apology in his tone. In the end, he said with a hint of praise: "Also, Horace, I didn't cast the spell just now."

"Let me introduce you to the most outstanding student at Hogwarts, Mr. Dudley Dursley."

"He was the one who discovered you."

Dudley glanced at Dumbledore calmly.

This old man

Slughorn staggered to his feet, still rubbing his buttocks. After hearing Dumbledore's introduction, the look he gave Dudley changed: "I know you, one of the inventors of the Restoration Spell, and a young recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class."

Horace Slughorn had a characteristic - he liked young wizards with potential very much, and invited them to his Slug Club and trained them.

You can think of this as a disguised form of investment.

If he had not noticed the return of senior Tom, his life would have been very comfortable. During his decades of running Hogwarts, many students who had benefited from his kindness would visit him during the New Year and other festivals. Don't think that the English don't need social conventions, they are the same everywhere.

And his snot was always running through the club, wouldn't the students' children want to go in?

This is the social circle.

"I wonder how I got caught. I mean, I thought I was hiding it pretty well."

After discovering that Dudley was the winner of the Order of Merlin, First Class, Slughorn showed great interest in Dudley.

This is probably why Dumbledore insisted on taking him with him.

Slughorn was admittedly a snob, but his appreciation for exceptional talent was like an avid collector spotting an out-of-print card.

Dudley glanced at Dumbledore, then at Slughorn, and pointed at the sticky blood on the wall and explained, "This is the blood of a dragon. I think you may not know that the blood of a dragon has a unique stench. Even if you mix some deodorant in it to try to cover it up, it can't be hidden from my nose."

"The natural smell of biological sulfur in a dragon's body is very difficult to mask with ordinary deodorants."

"I suggest you try using mint leaves and edelweiss juice next time. That way even the smartest hound won't be able to tell the difference."

In fact, Dudley hadn't finished his words yet. In addition to the smell of blood, the degree of dryness of the blood was also a flaw.

The color is dark red and dull, obviously not fresh blood.

So who would have the audacity to smear stale blood on the wall? What is the purpose of doing so?

The answer is ready to come out.

Chapter 451: Next time you can try pig blood

"Good advice? I might try that next time."