Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 367, page 361. One and a half percent

Dali has been very busy lately, and he is rarely seen by the other members of the discipline group except for their daily morning exercises.

I would study until late at night every day before dragging my tired body back to the dormitory.

I recently had some inspiration while observing the resurrection stone ring and plan to incorporate it into the design of my magical costume. I am currently at the crucial stage of the experiment.

In a room somewhere in Hogwarts Castle, the space is even larger than the playground outside. The entire room has been enchanted by a powerful Unfailing Stretching Charm, resulting in a "room within a room" phenomenon, where a space the size of a building is crammed inside the room, like an infinite nesting doll, which is quite magical.

This was something Dali found after much effort, thanks to the power of the Data Eye.

The Room of Requirement is one of the most mysterious rooms at Hogwarts, but not the only magical one. The Room of Requirement is characterized by its ability to change according to the needs of the person who opens it, making their wishes come true. The room that Dudley chose is large and extremely private. Before Dudley left Hogwarts, no one else was able to open it, and Dudley himself was not entirely clear about the specific mechanism behind it.

In short, Dudley requisitioned this room as a laboratory.

The amazing thing about Hogwarts is that even the headmaster doesn't know exactly how many special rooms or secret passages there are.

To grasp the full magic of Hogwarts, the headmaster alone is not enough, because the headmaster does not have much authority over the castle.

Hogwarts was founded in 990 AD by the four Headmasters. During the time of the four Headmasters, there was no concept of a Headmaster; there were only four Headmasters of the four houses who each ruled their own houses. At that time, Hogwarts was composed of four factions with different ideologies. This situation continued until after 1100 AD, in the 11th century, when the first Headmaster appeared.

The principal's office was established around that time.

Before this, the headmaster's office was just one of the many magical rooms at Hogwarts.

To fully control Hogwarts, one must obtain the right of succession from each of the four Headmasters, but no one knows where these four have placed their rights. According to the information Dudley has gathered, the Headmaster's authority originates from Hufflepuff's quarter of the Headmaster's authority, as she is the most lenient of the four Headmasters and the one whose conditions for obtaining authority are the simplest.

It is said that 40% of this quarter of authority was given to the principal, and the other 60% was divided into twelve parts, which is the prototype of the current twelve school board members. It is not the twelve school board members that Dali originally thought would only be responsible for providing funds and have no authority.

Therefore, the headmaster of Hogwarts only has one-tenth of the full authority over the castle, while each of the twelve board members has 1.25 percent of the authority (Dudley currently holds this 1.25 percent authority). However, the twelve board members can remove the headmaster by petition because their combined authority exceeds one-tenth.

Inside this private 'laboratory', there were complex transmutation circles drawn on the floor near Dudley, one on top of the other. Piles of materials were scattered on the floor, and a large cylinder next to it was filled with silver liquid, which shimmered under the moonlight.

"Your alchemy skills are already perfect."

Grindelwald's voice echoed in the empty room.

"Actually, you should have a chat with that old man, Nicolas Lemaître. Although his magic level is average, he has unique insights into alchemy. Even I am slightly inferior to him."

During the day, Grindelwald was responsible for teaching the fifth-year students. At night, he would occasionally make a phone call to Dudley. Fortunately, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was not held every day, otherwise, given Grindelwald's age, he would have had a hard time staying up.

"Professor, Mr. Nicholas Lemay passed away several years ago."

Dudley put down his tools, turned to a black Den Den Mushi with gold trim, and reminded it. He was holding a pair of uniquely designed glasses with a faint blue glow on the lenses, clearly made of gold and used to relieve eye strain.

Of course, it was developed by Dali.

"Oh, I forgot, you know that people's memories decline as they get older, and even wizards are no exception."

Grindelwald's voice rang out again; he had been in a much better mood ever since that night when he spoke to Dumbledore on the phone.

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I don't believe you for a second. Others might forget, but you definitely won't.

That old geezer is wicked.

Dudley can only consult Grindelwald about his alchemy problems now, as no other wizard is as skilled as him in this area. Alchemy masters are even rarer than potion masters, and they are considered hidden subjects among the many courses at Hogwarts.

Alchemy is extremely demanding in terms of talent; not just anyone can master it. Among the people Dudley knew, besides Grindelwald, only Dumbledore knew alchemy (he discovered the twelve uses of dragon blood with Nicholas Flamel), but his skill level was slightly lower than Grindelwald's.

This dark wizard who nearly turned the world upside down was truly exceptional; he had a little knowledge of almost every subject, covering a very wide range of areas.

According to him, for "that greater good," it only takes a little of his spare time to study, and it doesn't take much effort.

If any other wizard heard this, they would be so angry they'd turn into Armstrong whirlwinds and Armstrong cannons. The heights that others spend their entire lives pursuing, he achieved simply by studying in his spare time.

Indeed, the gap between people is greater than the gap between people and pigs.

The transmutation array appeared before him, layer upon layer, with ancient runes being inscribed one by one into the ground by Dudley. His wand moved rhythmically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like a master conductor, until, with a burst of brilliant light, the alchemy was complete.

A pool of thick, silvery-white liquid, resembling paste, appeared in front of me.

Dudley gently moved his fingers, and the pool of silvery-white liquid began to wriggle from the ground in rhythm with his fingers.

The frequency increases and the peristalsis becomes faster until it can be manipulated normally.

Then the pool of silvery-white liquid began to change shape constantly, sometimes becoming longer, sometimes shorter, sometimes rounder, and sometimes harder, forming various different shapes.

Even with a flick of his finger, the pool of silver liquid formed the shape of an umbrella, and with another twist of his finger, it transformed into a sharp sword.

Ever-changing, driven by the will of the heart.

However, when Dali lowered his finger, the pool of silver liquid seemed to lose its soul and scattered from the air to the ground, forming small droplets on the ground.

Looking at the scattered silvery-white liquid, Dali shook his head slightly.

Undoubtedly, it was another failure.

(End of this chapter)