Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 318, Section 316: Father's bones, servant's blood, enemy's blood.

The blood was poured into the crucible, and the bright red liquid turned into a dazzling milky white.

"It's a success!"

The fairy stared at the liquid in the crucible, grinned, and a satisfied smile appeared beneath its long, slit-like nose.

Although he was quite skilled at potion-making, this was the first time he had ever made such an ancient potion, and according to the records in the ancient books, he should have succeeded.

Ignoring Peter, who was sitting on the ground looking like a lost soul, he leaped into the cauldron with a 'thud'.

A plume of white steam rose from the crucible.

The fairy inside the cauldron felt his body being enveloped, and he sensed his body gradually deforming.

This was a feeling he knew all too well.

He experienced this more than twenty years ago when he went through countless magical transformations.

The father's bones reconstructed his entire skeleton.

The servant's flesh recast his entire body.

The blood of his enemy re-condensed the magic within him.

He is about to be reborn!

Restored to its original, most powerful state!

Peak moment!

The Dark Lord is about to return!

Then, the body, which had been gradually deforming, suddenly stopped. The feeling of constantly growing stronger and more refined abruptly ceased.

It's as frustrating as a progress bar that suddenly stops at 99%.

"What happened?"

A million questions were running through my mind: we were so close to success, why... why did it suddenly stop?

This wasn't the end; his body began to recoil at an unbelievable speed.

Soon he returned to his original state, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

What happened?

What's wrong?

Process? Or where?

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to think. The intense pain caused him to lose focus briefly, and the scalding liquid kept irritating his skin.

No, there's something wrong with this potion!

Even the slowest person would realize the problem.

Realizing he had been tricked, an uncontrollable rage rose within him; only one person could have tampered with the potion.

It was that insect tail; he betrayed him!

"I'm going to kill him!"

A tremendous amount of magical power erupted from his body.

With a deafening roar, the massive crucible exploded on the spot, scattering fragments everywhere and splashing scalding, viscous liquid all over the place.

A swollen, red-covered demon emerged from inside, emitting white steam. His body was covered in burns and blisters.

However, he didn't care about that.

"You lowly, contemptible worm, how dare you betray me, worm tail!"

He glared fiercely at Peter, raising his hand as if to offer him a piece of the melon, but then he noticed something. If Peter had the guts to see him with murderous intent, his first instinct would have been to beg for mercy. However, the latter remained dazed and slumped on the ground.

Eyes are lifeless and unfocused

This is a typical symptom of being under a Soul-Stealing Curse.

When?

The fairy was horrified; he hadn't even noticed that his servant, who was always by his side, was being controlled.

"In fact, he did not betray you."

The sound behind him made him shudder.

The boy who should have kept his mouth shut spoke. The boy who should have been bound had now untied his ropes and was looking at him with a mocking smile, his eyes full of ridicule.

"It's you!"

The fairy shrieked.

"Yes, it's me."

The other party readily admitted it.

Upon hearing the other party's admission, the fairy screamed in an even higher pitch: "What did you do?! Why is your blood... no, that's not your blood, what is it?!"

"It's definitely not my blood. Guess what kind of blood it is?"

Harry burst into laughter after he finished speaking, and before the other person could ask him a question, he answered him himself: "A pig. That's the blood of a wild boar."

Upon hearing that the other party used pig's blood, Yao Jing's anger was about to explode. Her resentful gaze escalated infinitely. If looks could kill, Harry would have been killed countless times by now.

This boy, this boy named Harry Potter, has ruined his plans once again, once again! More than a decade ago, it was because of him that he was killed by the backlash of his own Killing Curse. Originally, being able to exchange a few blows with him was already an overestimation of this boy, but he had underestimated his strength. A mere fourth-year student, a mere Harry Potter, is so troublesome.

He couldn't understand why the little boy, whom he could have killed with a flick of his wrist, could sneak up on him and do something underhanded right in front of him.

Why is the Imperishable Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, so advanced that he didn't even realize it at first? Did he start practicing the Imperishable Curse from a young age?

It was as if he were facing an extremely difficult black wizard.

etc.

The fairy suddenly realized that something was wrong.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, especially the spot where the boy had just appeared, but he found nothing in the area.

There was nothing but gravel, soil, and tangled weeds.

The boy was all alone.

The trophy—without a key to the door, without a key as a medium.

According to the plan, he should have been teleported here after winning the trophy.

"You're not Harry, so who are you?"

The fairy took out her magic wand and pointed it at the other party.

The other party is very likely a dark wizard, the kind with profound magical power.

Was it Dumbledore who sent him? It seems Barty Jr. failed. He's been discovered!

That old fox Dumbledore is practically my nemesis!

He's always there!

Next time, I must kill him first!

"Bingo, correct answer, but no reward."

Harry maintained his smile: "Looks like you're not really an idiot after all."

He held up three fingers to the fairy.

"three"

"two"

"one"

As the countdown ended, his body began to deform.

His already strong body suddenly became even larger.

He had grown taller and stronger, his entire body covered in bulging muscles, and his glasses had fallen off, revealing a resolute face.

Two rows of white teeth gleamed in the moonlight, as if emitting a faint white glow.

It looks very intimidating.

This time, even if the fairy jumped, she probably wouldn't be able to hit the opponent's knee, given the fairy's height.

Unless he has an extraordinary jumping ability, it's impossible.

The next second he struck a strange pose.

Stand with your legs apart, spread your left hand and slowly place it less than five centimeters from your face, as if to cover your face, but actually it doesn't cover anything. Place your right hand at waist level, about half a meter away, also with your fingers spread.

"Nice to meet you. Or rather, not quite a first meeting, but a very first meeting, senior Tom, good evening."

"My name is Dudley Dursley!"

(End of this chapter)