Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 125, Section 123: Refining Voldemort

Dudley put the diary aside and then took out a sealed bucket from the bag at his waist.

He calmly pulled out another gas mask.

Then I put it on my face.

Upon opening the lid of the sealed barrel, an extremely pungent odor wafted out. The barrel was filled with a colorless, transparent, viscous liquid.

He had no interest in reading the senior student named Tom Riddle's diary, nor in the knowledge he possessed. He could find out by asking the professor or reading a book; why ask someone who might be deceiving or taking advantage of him?

But he coveted the Philosopher's Stone and the magic crystals forged from the fragments of souls found in the diary.

The diary seemed to sense danger, emitting a constant buzzing sound, as if it wanted to negotiate, as if it was resisting, as if it was begging for mercy.

Unfortunately, that was of no use.

Dali didn't even bother to open it.

Without absorbing enough life force, he couldn't even materialize a phantom soul state; it was just a black diary, at most with a vibration mode added.

The diary opened automatically with a rustling sound.

A line of text appeared above.

"Please wait a moment, I think we can talk."

Dudley ignored him completely and then took out a huge pair of tweezers and clamped the diary between them.

The diary struggled to no avail.

The method of making Horcruxes is extremely special. Even an inconspicuous diary becomes far more durable than many things after being made into a Horcrux, and special methods are required to destroy it. Known methods include Gryffindor's sword or a fang covered in Basilisk venom.

However, neither of these two are available.

So he used a new method.

It's the liquid inside that bucket.

You think this bucket contains a potent potion (poison) comparable to basilisk venom?

No, it's not, it's not even a potion.

This is a barrel of 'HSO3F-SbF5' or fluoroantimony sulfonic acid, which you can also call 'magic acid'.

This is a super acid with extremely strong corrosive properties, even more potent than aqua regia.

According to Dudley's calculations, this is the best way to destroy the Horcrux itself without lowering the quality of the Philosopher's Stone.

Of course, this only applies to the diary. If it were a pendant or a resurrection stone, the effect might not be as good. However, it also has a remarkable effect on Hufflepuff's golden cup, provided that the thing is truly made of pure gold.

He threw the diary into the large bucket, where the viscous liquid instantly coated the entire diary.

The entire barrel began to shake violently, and the liquid inside began to boil like boiling water. But to Dali's dismay, the corrosive effect of the "magic acid" worked, and the diary began to dissolve at an extremely fast speed while making a constant "sizzling" sound.

The diary wouldn't just sit idly by; large amounts of black liquid seeped out from all parts of it. Unfortunately, this black liquid couldn't alleviate the corrosion of the 'magic acid'. When less than a third of the diary remained, a wisp of black smoke emerged, accompanied by an indescribable stench of decay.

The black mist formed a young, distorted human face, which opened its mouth wide toward Dali, seemingly emitting a silent roar and howl.

"They're finally out!"

Dudley smiled with satisfaction, took a step back, and then stomped his right foot, instantly creating a massive transmutation circle that covered the entire room.

"Hello, senior Tom, I'm your junior, Jerry."

Dudley introduced himself to that distorted face.

But he only greeted them and didn't intend to communicate with them at all. After speaking, he waved his hand at the black mist.

"Well then, goodbye, senior."

They didn't give the other party any time to explain or communicate at all.

With his hands clasped together, the red transmutation circle illuminated the entire room.

A moment later, two gems, one red and one blue, lay quietly in the alchemy array, gleaming brightly.

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Hogwarts Castle

The girl named Madison watched Dudley leave, and as his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, forming a perfect arc.

She took a few steps to the right, leaned against the windowsill, and lazily stretched in the warm sunlight, relaxing her body. Her movements were very gentle, and she couldn't help but purr softly from her throat, like a kitten enjoying the sunshine.

Despite her young appearance, she exudes a unique charm in her every gesture.

Perhaps the word "alluring" shouldn't be used to describe a first-grader witch, but that's exactly what it is.

Yes, every girl exudes an aura of 'charm'.

She is not purely human; her mother was not human at all, but a magical creature called a Veela.

She and her brother Marcus were not biological siblings, but rather half-siblings.

She was born out of wedlock.

Roberts is her mother's surname.

Logically speaking, pure-blood wizards wouldn't even look down on Muggle wizards, let alone magical creatures, but that doesn't stop them from "playing around." This isn't unusual among pure-blood wizards. Malfoy's grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, even died of dragon plague syphilis. Guess how he got it?

"Truly worthy of being the King of Slytherin; he's definitely different from the other young wizards."

Madison licked his lips seductively.

At this moment, she shed all her disguise. If any other young wizards saw her, they would be instantly captivated by her and become her captives.

Veela charm can drive men to obsession and madness, and Madison, who has half Veela blood, perfectly inherited this, even more so than her original Veela, whom she called a succubus.

She knew Dudley would definitely see through her disguise, because it was intentional in itself.

A collision at the corner, cheap love potion perfume on their bodies—these are all...

The other party can figure it out if they are willing to use their brain a little.

But wouldn't that successfully attract the other person's attention?

Madison smiled gently, turning her head to reveal eight pearly white teeth.

If you remember me, you'll keep an eye on me.

The rest is easy.

If you're still deeply attracted to someone even without love potion or perfume, do you think the other person will think it's love?

Madison was absolutely convinced of the plot she had designed, and even more so of her charm, which she had already proven to be irresistible even to adult wizards.

One more thing to mention is that she was originally supposed to be sorted into Slytherin, but she refused the Sorting Hat's assignment and ended up in Ravenclaw.

In her words, she wanted to bring a different kind of experience.

Tired of seeing the girls in your own college? Why not take a look at the girls from the college next door?

Just wait and see.

Just create a few more "coincidences".

He would deliberately try to understand me, then pay attention to me and care about me. And then...

They will soon submit to me.

(End of this chapter)