Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 199, Section 197: Banban is my brother, my dearest friend and family.

"It actually works?"

Dudley found it incredible; weren't Dementors only afraid of Patronus Charms?

Strictly speaking, the Patronus Charm cannot kill Dementors instantly; it can only gradually weaken their power until they disappear completely.

Dudley then tried the world's lighting technique—flickering light—and unsurprisingly, it had no effect on the Dementors.

If flashing lights are useful, then raging flames should be useful too.

Only those who have been taught lighting techniques by the system can do this.

Dudley tried the Light spell again, and sure enough, it could damage the Dementors.

The areas illuminated by the illumination spell looked as if they were on fire, and the rotting bodies turned charred black, yet the real flames could not burn the Dementors.

"Magic, how interesting!"

"Shall we try this one?"

Dudley extended another finger, and golden sparks burst forth from its tip. This time, it wasn't an illumination technique, but rather a ripple energy technique.

A gentle poke is all it takes to target a Dementor.

This poke had a significant effect; the Dementor roared again, this time reacting even more strongly than the Illumination spell.

When Dudley withdrew his finger, a hole was formed where he had poked.

"Huh?"

Dali poked it again, and another hole appeared.

Poke it again, and another hole appears.

While poking Dudley, he fell into thought.

It felt like facing a vampire wearing a stone mask.

Those vampires are also terrified of Ripple.

No, it's not just the fear of Ripple Qigong that's striking; even the way it's formed is very similar.

After being drained of blood by a vampire, one becomes a corpse-like being with the same nature as a vampire. To create a new Dementor, one must absorb the soul of another person.

One is physical, the other is spiritual.

"Um?"

By the time Dudley realized what was happening and withdrew his finger, the Dementor had already fallen to the ground, barely clinging to life.

Its body was riddled with holes, with countless gaps.

The tattered cloak that had been draped over his body had now been reduced to strips of cloth.

"What a pity, I was planning to conduct some other experiments."

Dudley looked at the Dementors with regret.

"Then let's make the most of this waste and contribute one last bit."

Dudley planted his feet on the ground and clasped his hands together. The transmutation circle beneath the Dementor gradually changed, turning blood red in color.

The essence of a Dementor is a soul.

Even though it is a filthy soul, it is theoretically possible to refine it.

Then Dudley silently took out half a pig and threw it into the center of the transmutation circle, stacking it next to the Dementor.

Carrying pork with him has become a good habit for Dali.

Before long, the red light gradually faded, and the pork, the tattered rags on the Dementor's body, and the Dementor itself all disappeared, leaving only the Philosopher's Stone lying alone on the ground.

Dudley stepped forward and picked up the Philosopher's Stone.

There were no magical crystals around, so the Dementors were probably not like Voldemort's remnant soul.

But one Philosopher's Stone is enough.

Unfortunately, this red color was not the bright red that Voldemort's remnant soul had previously created; instead, it was a dark red, and when the light shone through, it was clear that the ruby ​​was filled with some impurities.

It's a Philosopher's Stone of mediocre quality.

It was also much, much smaller, less than one-tenth the size of Voldemort.

If the quality is poor, quantity can make up for everything.

Voldemort didn't have many Horcruxes, even including all of them, but Dementors were different; as a native product of Azkaban, they were everywhere.

If I ever get the chance to refine Azkaban directly, there will definitely be a big surprise.

"If we have the chance now, we can catch a few more; they're all mobile Philosopher's Stones."

The Dementors flying around Hogwarts Castle had no idea they were being targeted.

The following evening, after dinner, Ron, who was about to play a thrilling game of Wizards cards with Harry, was stopped by Dudley.

"Ron, will you have time later? I said I think we should talk."

"Yes." Ron sighed. What's meant to be will be.

Ron followed Dudley with his head down until the two reached the eighth floor.

A large door appeared on the wall, and Dudley gently turned the handle and led Ron inside.

"here it is?"

Ron exclaimed in surprise, he had never known that there was such a magical place inside the castle.

"The House of Requirement".

"Hogwarts always gives us a lot of surprises."

Dudley found a stool in the room and sat down. He wanted a room where he could train.

"sit."

Ron sat down somewhat nervously.

Even though they've known each other for so long, Ron is still a little intimidated by Dudley being alone with him.

The aura emanating from Dali was incredibly strong.

"Ron, would you mind getting a different pet?"

Oh no, oh no. Brother D is really going to feed Banban to that fat cat.

Dudley's first words chilled Ron to the bone; he spoke in an almost pleading voice.

"DD, can we not eat the spotted catfish? It really doesn't taste good."

Dali: ?

"Don't worry, no one will eat your spots. You probably don't understand what I mean."

"I mean, have you ever thought about getting a different pet?"

Of course no one would eat spotted crabapples; anyone who eats spotted crabapples isn't human.

"Banban is my only companion, my brother, my dearest friend! I can't lose him!"

Although Ron was scared, he still spoke up to protect his pet, holding Scabbers tightly in his arms.

Ever since Hermione brought Crookshanks back to the Gryffindor common room, Ron has been carrying Scabbers around constantly, afraid that they might be snatched away and eaten if he's not careful. As a pet owner, Ron is undoubtedly qualified.

Banban was not in good condition; she looked somewhat listless, as if she had been frightened by Crookshan.

"It's alright, it's alright. Brother D is usually a very reasonable and principled person."

Ron kept reassuring himself.

"You really didn't understand what I meant."

Dudley pulled a small cage out of his left pocket, and a sleeping Niffler lay in the middle of the soft cushion.

This isn't the one Dudley raised himself, but a baby Niffler.

"I remember you said you wanted to have a Niffler."

"Dali said softly."

Owning a Niffler was Ron's dream, but his family couldn't afford such an expensive pet. It wasn't that they couldn't afford it, but Mrs. Weasley wouldn't spend so many Galleons to buy Ron a pet.

A Niffler costs much more than a magic wand.

Actually, I don't like Banban that much.

Looking at the small, soft, and adorable creature in the cage, Ron the Niffler almost blurted out.

"If you don't like it, then forget it."

Dali put the cage down with some regret.

Ron's eyes never left Niffler the moment it appeared.

(End of this chapter)