Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 343, Section 337: Fiery Blaze, I added Fiery Blaze to it.

"Magic? These things cannot be called magic."

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he heard Dudley shaking a black box and speaking.

"They've all been magically enhanced; to be precise, they're magical bombs."

"For example, I added Fiery Blaze to this one."

"I've added sand and stones to this to increase its area of ​​effect."

Dudley has been researching magical costumes lately, hasn't he? These things are just side products he tinkered with in his spare time.

You asked why, if the research is on formal attire, the side product is a bomb?

It's perfectly reasonable to want to watch fireworks or something after a tiring day of research, right?

When Frieza, the cosmic real estate tycoon, felt pressured by the Saiyans, he once said, "Zabo-san, Dodoria-san, come and see the fireworks! They're beautiful fireworks."

It is evident that setting off fireworks has a strong stress-relieving effect.

As Dali introduced the black box in his hand as if it were a product, Greenwald had already labeled Dali as an extremely dangerous individual.

Is this the hope of the wizarding world? Has Dumbledore gone mad?

It should be called despair, right?

"This is my 'magic'—earth-shaking!"

That's what Dali said.

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"You can choose any room in the castle. Meet here promptly at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late."

Grindelwald didn't want to talk to him, so he chose to ignore Dudley, first talking to the others, and then disappearing from everyone's sight without even glancing at him.

This is a grumpy old wizard.

Ron, Neville, and Draco, children who were born into the wizarding world and grew up listening to Grindelwald's stories, all sighed inwardly.

"As expected of Brother D."

Hermione and Harry, on the other hand, were thinking to themselves.

"Our Dudley is the best."

"My brother D is invincible."

Since it was still early, the group began to stroll around the castle after confirming their rooms.

Nurmengard is undoubtedly far inferior to Hogwarts. The latter is a fortress-like building constructed to protect students from Muggle invasions. The four founders spent a huge amount of magical materials, almost emptying their own coffers. Combined with the accumulation of countless wizards over thousands of years, Hogwarts' living conditions are among the best in any school in the world. Even Slytherins living in dungeons would not feel damp. Nurmengard, on the other hand, is merely a gathering base. Although there are certainly places that have been modified, it is absolutely incomparable to Hogwarts.

Dim lighting, gloomy environment, and high humidity are unavoidable issues, making it far inferior to the castle that Dudley renovated himself.

The pristine and magnificent medieval European castles depicted in animations, novels, and films?

Sorry, that's nonsense.

Without any magic, this place is the perfect habitat for lush, slippery moss, long-tailed creatures that secretly burrow, small black beetles with twin tails that crawl around and can fly, and eight long-legged creatures with eight big eyes that lurk in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.

Even in the magical world, it's mostly a paradise for vixens and goblins. Even though Dudley captured thousands of vixens near Potter's old house, he didn't want to have much contact with these evil little creatures.

So Dali and his team set up their own tent inside the room.

It's like the kind of large tent that appears in Quidditch's Goblet of Fire, which looks like it's only a few square meters on the outside, but is actually a three-story villa inside.

The tent is fully equipped with all necessary facilities.

This is all thanks to Dali, who likes to hoard materials in his pockets, and he even puts in a lot of food at once.

"Brother D, Brother D, let me see your pockets."

This phrase has become Harry's catchphrase lately.

After enjoying a delicious hot meal, the group lay contentedly in the living room inside the tent.

"Burp," Ron patted his belly and let out a satisfied burp. He had just eaten a full six chicken drumsticks.

Grindelwald, who had initially been slightly worried that they wouldn't eat well or be used to the accommodations, left with a dark expression after seeing the bright lights and the aroma of food wafting from the tents.

"They're so inconsiderate; they didn't even bother to prepare a copy for their professor."

Before eight o'clock the next day, Grindelwald arrived at the tent early, waiting for the group of young wizards to arrive late.

He believed that any little wizard would relax and sleep in during the holidays.

However, instead of waiting for Dali and the others to come out of the tent, he saw Dali and the others walking in from outside, covered in sweat.

"professor?"

Harry asked, puzzled.

Where did you go?

"Morning exercise is something we do every day," the honest boy, Neville, explained.

Grindelwald didn't speak, but simply nodded expressionlessly before disappearing from the room.

At eight o'clock, in the castle hall, Grindelwald appeared on time.

He was still wearing a long black robe, and still had a pair of sharp eyes (his heterochromia had been restored). He was a spirited and imposing little old man.

"My teaching style may be different from what you know about professors."

Instead of finding a bench, Grindelwald sat on the steps leading to the second floor, placing his hands in an arch shape in front of his mouth.

I focus on practical application.

"I won't deliberately teach you anything. You have to experience all the knowledge yourself in actual combat."

"Let me make this clear from the start: I won't make exceptions for you based on who you are. If any of you can't keep up with my teaching pace..."

"I'll personally throw him out of the castle."

The practical training course was something the discipline team members were very familiar with, and they didn't think much of it when they first heard the news.

They soon realized they were wrong.

Even with duels in the Duelists Club, occasional sparring during daily morning training, and practical training from professors like Moody, they still almost couldn't keep up with Grindelwald's pace.

He was more stern than any professor Harry and his friends had ever known.

Even the real and fake Moody, a professor who is already considered very harsh and strict by outsiders, is as gentle as a lamb in front of him.

Even with a simple transfiguration spell (turning someone into a sheep or a rabbit), he would make the person experience it firsthand again and again until they learned it.

He is also more powerful than any professor known to be.

Harry, who could defeat Barty Crouch Jr. on his own, looked like a toddler who had just learned to walk, stumbling and unsteady, in front of him.

His knowledge is far broader than that of any professor I know.

His knowledge was extremely broad; he was virtually omniscient and omnipotent. He even had a deep understanding of the dry and tedious ancient runes. Dudley believed that his level was much higher than that of Bathsheda Babling, the ancient rune professor at Hogwarts, because in potions alone, his level was in no way inferior to that of Snape, a potions master.

(End of this chapter)