Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 122, Section 120: Taming the Cornish Elf LV2 (Struggling to finish the second update)

"Did you just see that? Lockhart's wand being taken away was absolutely ridiculous."

Not far from the classroom, Ron began to imitate Lockhart in an exaggerated tone, but he only managed to make Harry laugh. Hermione thought he was childish, and Malfoy thought he hadn't captured the essence and wasn't as good as his own imitation.

"By the way, Brother D, what do you need these things for?" Ron pointed to the cage in Dudley's hand.

Even after being put back in their cages, the Cornish elves continued to chatter incessantly, and when Ron spoke to them, some of them even made faces at him.

It is obvious that they can understand human language.

Unlike vixens, which are like cockroaches from Fantastic Beasts, completely impossible to communicate with.

"I'm going to use them to do some experiments. By the way, Ron, they're cursing at you."

"Insult me? Insult me ​​what?" Ron was taken aback, then his eyes widened. "Brother D, do you even know what they're saying?"

"I understand a little bit of the elf's language."

As they walked, Dali explained, "They said you were as noisy as a duck, well, now they're calling you a red-feathered duck."

"cool!"

Ron's sincere praise was certainly not referring to the fact that he had been called a "red-feathered duck."

No one would bother arguing with a bunch of elves.

"I know a little, I know a little," Dali said, feigning modesty.

"He even understands Elvish; no wonder he's Draco Malfoy," Malfoy and Harry thought simultaneously.

"How does Dudley know everything? No, I have to get him to teach me," Hermione thought.

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As midnight approached and the moon climbed high in the sky, the young wizards all drifted off to sleep, and Hogwarts gradually quieted down.

After finishing his training, Dudley returned to his dormitory, which was the same dormitory he had in his freshman year. He still lived there alone. Malfoy wanted to move in with him, but Dudley firmly refused. Why should he share a room with someone else when he could have one all to himself?

And my roommate is a guy?

Unfortunately, Hogwarts does not currently allow co-ed dormitories.

Dudley found a table and took out the whole cage of Cornish elves. These little devils, who had been locked up all day, were still very active.

With a flick of his finger, the transmutation array glowed faintly, and a hand reached out from the cage, grabbing one of the Cornish elves.

Cornish elves aren't exactly cute creatures, but their blue skin did remind Dudley of a creature from a fairy tale.

The Smurfs.

It seems I once used the title Gargamel.

Of course, the Smurfs are much cuter than this thing.

Dudley wants to try the Magical Animals Taming Technique.

This is a very special ability, and like the Fantastic Beasts language, it is only applicable to magical creatures.

The Cornish elf who had been captured looked somewhat frightened, and seemed to have sensed something, desperately trying to break free from the wooden hand, but it was all in vain.

Dudley, seeing the faint "Trainable" sign above the other's head, activated the Magical Animal Taming Technique.

The moment it was activated, the Cornish elf froze in place as if it had been petrified, and soon a layer of blue light emanated from its head.

Dudley seemed to feel as if something had been taken from his body, but everything appeared normal on the panel, and there was no change in his magic power, as if it were just his imagination. Before he could think any further, he felt as if something had been added to his mind.

There seems to be an additional connection between this Cornish little elf and me.

To confirm this, Dudley waved his hand slightly, and his large wooden hand immediately released the Cornish elf.

There was no running away, no attacking, and no playing pranks. Instead, she changed her usual mischievous ways and looked at him timidly.

Dudley had an idea. He took out his homemade magical animal food (for Pokémon), took out one of the pellets, and fed it to Pokémon.

The Cornish elf immediately grabbed its food and began to feast.

Oh, I see. You were hungry.

The ration was quickly finished, so Dali gave it a second one.

Dali felt he could understand what the other person was thinking, but he wasn't yet skilled at it and needed to practice more.

Similarly, Cornish elves can understand what they are thinking.

At Dudley's whim, the Cornish elf flew up and took a book from the table.

Just like familiars in other magical worlds.

Perhaps it's even more useful than a familiar.

Immediately afterwards, Dali discovered that the system's display had changed from "can be tamed" to "can evolve if properly nurtured".

Can it evolve?

evolution?

Hmm? Something feels off.

A strange thought popped into Dudley's head.

Am I really not training Pokémon? Or am I a Digimon Tamer?

Dudley touched his smooth chin. "So here's the question: what about my sacred plan?"

Maybe I can cosplay as a Druid.

Dudley also wanted to know what this evolution was all about, whether it was the evolution he understood, so he chose to evolve.

In an instant, a dazzling but not blinding light enveloped the entire body of the Cornish elf, whose body began to deform before Dudley's eyes, sometimes large, sometimes small, sometimes tall, sometimes short.

Ten seconds passed, the flash finally faded, and a brand new Cornish elf appeared before Dudley's eyes.

At the moment the little elf in Cornwall completed its transformation, it seemed as if tiny stars were flashing all around.

The overall design is still that of a Cornish elf, except that its body has more than doubled in size, and its originally dry body has swelled up. The two whiskers on its head have gradually turned into a pair of sharp horns.

You're still saying you're not a Pokémon?

As Dudley looked at the Cornish elf whose appearance had changed drastically, a thought unconsciously arose in his mind.

Will I receive a lawyer's letter?

Cornish Elf LV2.

This is the text displayed above the head of the Cornish sprite after it has completed its evolution.

From now on, you'll be called Pixie.

Regardless of whether the other party was willing or not, Dali insisted on choosing the name.

Pixies are fairies in European folklore. Cornish elves are fairies, and fairies are fairies, well.

Of course, the name is Pixi, not Piccolo. Dali said he would refuse to accept the lawyer's letter. If they insisted on sending it, he would have to acquire GF in advance, since it is only 1992 now.

The evolved Cornish elves are not only bigger, but also significantly stronger, faster, and seem to have gained some special abilities.

With a snap, Pixie snapped his fingers, blue powder slid across his fingertips, and then a book flew into the air.

"Your abilities?"

Pixie nodded.

Dudley was instantly intrigued, and then he looked at the cage of Cornish elves.

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