Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 188, Section 186: Ignorance is truly terrifying.

Seeing Draco's ambiguous smile, Fudge felt a little embarrassed and gestured to his entourage.

"All of you come at me together."

So several wizards worked together, and the door was finally slowly pushed open a little.

Yes, it wasn't Fudge's imagination. Those concentric patterns were indeed countless doors overlapping each other, and what they pushed open was only the smallest of those countless doors.

"Push harder, it's almost open."

Draco, seeing the door pushed open a crack, stood to the side and said with a grin.

Logically speaking, even if Fudge and his group didn't push open the door, Draco would have had to push it open to get in.

But this guy played a trick and had Fudge and the others open the door for him, so he could save some effort.

With everyone's tireless efforts, Fudge and the others finally managed to squeeze through the small door.

With a loud bang, the stone door slowly closed.

Why would Mr. Dursley use this kind of door?

Watching the door slowly close, everyone looked on with lingering fear; it had been far too difficult.

Because it's safe.

The existence of the Trial Gate rendered the most commonly used introductory skill for wizards—the Lockpicking Charm.

Even if we find this place, we won't be able to get in anytime soon.

Moreover, the symbols on the Trial Gate are all defensive measures set up by Dali. Unless they are forcibly removed, you have to push the Trial Gate with all your might to get through.

Of course, demolishing it by force is not an easy task. The entire Trial Gate is composed of fluorapatite, one of the hardest biological minerals in the world.

"To test the visitor's abilities."

Draco began to explain the Trial Gates like a professional commentator.

"The Trial Gates are enchanted and can only be opened with pure force. There are seven levels in total, and the force required to open each gate is twice that of the previous one."

Draco pointed to the center, to the smallest stone gate they had just passed through: "The place we just passed through was the first gate, and also the simplest one. It would take about 500KG of pushing force."

"Testing strength?"

After hearing Draco's explanation, Fudge blurted out those words without thinking.

"It's ability!! Only a brainless, vulgar person like you would think that way."

Draco felt a surge of contempt for Fudge, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he offered a few simple explanations.

Pushing open the door does require a great deal of strength, but as a wizard, don't you know how to use magic?

Isn't using magic to solve the immediate problem a test of one's abilities?

Can't you break the spell that's been cast?

Besides, there are spells that can increase one's power, even if few wizards would learn them individually, they still exist, don't they?

See, Draco got in without lifting a finger.

So, a brain is a good thing, but not everyone has one.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

Upon hearing that magic could be used, one of the Aurors complained.

"Do you know the spell I mentioned?"

Faced with Draco's counter-question, the other man was momentarily speechless.

Spells that increase power are extremely rare, and almost no wizard would bother to learn them, at least not the Aurors present.

Who would have thought that wizards would need to use their strength?

Draco shrugged. "If you don't know, then what's the point of talking?"

"How does Mr. Dursley usually get in? Does he also push open the first door?"

Fudge walked up to the gate, looked it over carefully, and then asked.

Well, he doesn't recognize any of the symbols above.

"Of course not," Draco replied.

Hearing his words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Dursley will probably use some unique magic to come in.

"Brother D usually pushes open the third door directly."

"He opened the first and second doors to take care of me and Harry; otherwise, those two doors should have been closed."

"???"

Push open the third door? This is because the previous door is twice the size of the next.

If the first door weighs 500 kg, then the second door weighs 1 ton, and the third door weighs 2 tons.

Fudge and his party could not understand it and were greatly shocked.

What kind of monster is this?

A giant reincarnation?

They didn't realize that Draco meant he would push it away directly, not that he could only push it away.

Just then, a Cornish elf flew over from a distance, stopped in front of Fudge and the others, and bowed to them in a very gentlemanly manner.

His impeccably tailored suit and polite demeanor were a far cry from the Cornish elf I remembered.

It was the first time Fudge and his friends had ever seen Cornish elves as their hosts. Even with the magic involved, they still found it incredible that such a troublemaker could be tamed.

Neat, polite, and quiet—these are words that would never be found on a Cornish elf.

The Cornish elf whispered a few words to Fudge and the others.

"What is it saying?" an Auror asked curiously.

Draco answered his question: "Let's follow it; that's the servant here."

After hearing Draco's words, Fudge and his group quickly followed the Cornish elf and headed towards the castle.

Passing by the garden outside the castle, Fudge looked at the plants growing there for a while.

Pumpkin patch, wild vegetable patch, and cabbage patch.

"A vegetable garden?"

"Mr. Dursley even grows his own food?"

"Ignorance is truly terrifying."

Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly.

With its highly destructive magical pumpkins, extremely aggressive poisonous tentacles, and terrifying biting cabbages, this is indeed a 'vegetable garden' in a sense, except that this 'vegetable garden' is very dangerous.

Despite being adult wizards, Fudge and his group possessed less knowledge than Neville.

Not only did they fail to recognize the magical pumpkins and poisonous tentacles, they also failed to recognize the infamous biting cabbage.

I thought it was just an ordinary vegetable grown by Dali.

Not only Fudge, but also the Ministry of Magic staff and Aurors who were with him.

This phenomenon is actually quite normal; not everyone is a top student.

Most students forget everything they learned after graduation.

Like many ordinary people, high school is the peak of their knowledge reserves, and they forget everything when they enter college.

Aurors are wizards, and wizards are people.

If you don't believe me, try to recall chemical equations, mathematical formulas, and the periodic table, or even ancient poems, and see how much you can still remember.

The Cornish elf led Fudge and the others into the castle and to the reception room.

Dudley, Hermione, Neville, and Harry Potter, whom Fudge longed for and dreamed of, are all here.

They were enjoying a refined breakfast.

Thin pancakes and fried dough sticks, noodles with soybean paste, rice noodle rolls, and hot, fragrant meat buns.

(End of this chapter)