Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 238, Section 236: "You believe in the light." "Yes!"

"It's a success!"

A burst of excited cheers erupted from all around.

Cullivan stared blankly at the ray of light, then stared blankly at the wand in his hand.

Did I really cast a spell? Or twice?!

"How did you do that?! You, esteemed Mr. Gargamel, this is incredible!"

That's amazing, that's unbelievable.

Although the effect of the magic was very weak, it was truly released!

Curry could feel something flowing inside his body.

Is that magic?

He didn't quite understand, but he wanted the wand, and he would trade it for anything, even his soul.

You'll never understand how these people feel unless you're a dud.

Unleashing magic was something they had always dreamed of.

Even incomplete magic, even with a weak effect.

At the very least, this proves that they are not trash, not a disgrace to the wizarding world, not scum who are not even qualified to live.

Dudley didn't rush to speak, but instead extended his hand to Cullivan.

Despite his reluctance, Cullivan handed the wand to Dudley.

Dudley held up his wand, drawing the attention of all the Squibs present, before slowly speaking.

"I think you've all noticed that this special wand allows you to cast spells."

"Don't doubt it, it's true. Anyone here can cast a spell as long as their posture and incantation are correct."

The Squibs' eyes burned like hot irons.

We cherish what we've never had.

To successfully cast a spell and become a wizard is the lifelong dream of all Squibs.

"This wand must be a divine artifact to allow a Squib to cast a spell."

Yes, that must be it.

Almost all the Squibs had the same thought in their minds.

In fact, this special wand was just a little gadget that Dudley made in his spare time, and the principle was exactly the same as his own wand.

In terms of craftsmanship, it is far inferior.

But it's a different story for these duds; this wand can be used to unleash magic!

"I can provide you with this special wand."

Dudley then produced another identical wand, followed by a third, and then a fourth.

This thing is mass-produced and really worthless, but no one in the entire wizarding world except Dudley knows how to make it, and no one has the ability to learn how to imitate it, even if Nicolas Flamel were to be resurrected.

The shock in the hearts of the duds was beyond words; they didn't know how to describe it.

There are so many of these amazing artifacts?

"So... what do you want?"

As the leader, Cullivan was much more composed than the others, but even so, his voice trembled.

As Grommash said, "So, Gul'dan, what is the price?"

For those Squibs who have been struggling in the underworld for so many years, they have long known that there is no free lunch in this world, and there is no love without a reason.

What price do they need to pay to obtain these wands?

But as long as it's available, we'll give them anything.

Do you believe in light?

Dudley's voice was very soft, but the Squirrels could hear it clearly.

Xin Guang?

They didn't believe in light, but now they can.

Seeing the increasingly determined look in the Squibs' eyes, Dali smiled with satisfaction.

If we can make them believe that even light can do it, then what can't we do?

"I need your loyalty. Can you do that?"

Before the Squibs could express their determination, as if afraid they wouldn't understand, Dali added more.

"What I need is absolute loyalty."

The word "absolute" is emphasized.

"If loyalty is not absolute, then it is absolutely disloyal."

"I don't like it."

Dudley slowly pulled out a parchment scroll that looked very old.

"I will not force you to engage in a fair trade now."

"If you agree, then sign it, but let me make it clear beforehand: signing this contract means that you absolutely cannot betray me."

"Otherwise, your souls will never find peace."

Dudley placed the parchment on the table and a pen next to it.

The duds rushed forward and signed their names on it without hesitation.

betray?

nonexistent.

They were the lowest of the low in the wizarding world, the Forgotten Ones, neither wizards nor Muggles, despised by the world. They had nothing left to lose, and now it was a golden opportunity to defy fate, so naturally they wouldn't let it go.

Dudley had once craved magic, so he knew this feeling all too well. If he were one of those Squibs, he would have made the same choice.

Without exception, all the Squibs signed their names, and each of them received their own magic wand.

The first thing to do was to test the spell.

Hearing is deceiving, seeing is deceiving, only what you experience yourself is truly real.

In an instant, spring water, fireworks, and fireflies burst forth in the slightly crowded hall.

Although they can cast spells, most of them are just minor spells, and even the first-year students are stronger than them.

Even if you know many spells by heart, it's normal to be unfamiliar with them if you've never cast them yourself.

This is a new beginning, representing a fresh start.

The two duds embraced each other excitedly, tears streaming down their faces.

Even though they weren't familiar with each other before, they were just too excited.

Dali watched quietly without disturbing him; letting out some pent-up emotions after suppressing them for so long wasn't a bad thing.

It was Curry who regained consciousness first; otherwise, how could he have become the leader of these Squirrels?

"Your Highness, no, my Lord, please forgive everyone. This is just too exciting."

He got into character very quickly; he even changed how he addressed people.

"It's alright."

Dali shook his head slightly, opened the suitcase in his hand, and poured out the contents.

At that moment, Curry, who had just recovered somewhat, was about to lose control again.

It wasn't the gold I expected, but a whole chest full of gleaming golden Galleons.

"This is the seed money to find a decent place."

"At this stage, I only need you to do two things: first, continue to recruit other Squibs; second, practice your spells diligently."

He has no shortage of money or power; what he lacks is people to work for him.

It's already the end of the third-grade semester, and the holidays will be here again soon.

The fairy tale phase is coming to an end, and they really don't have much time left.

According to the seven Harry Potter books, the story begins to shift towards an adult style after the third year.

gloomy and cruel

Everything Dali is doing now is in preparation for what's to come.

Developing his own team was one of them, cultivating relationships with the upper echelons of the wizarding world was another, arranging for his seniors to take up positions in the Ministry of Magic was yet another, and even recruiting this group of Squibs was yet another.

The opponent is the most terrifying threat in the wizarding world.

Voldemort.

(End of this chapter)