Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 369, Section 363: A Glimmer of Light

"A spark of inspiration" is the key to this magical costume.

In layman's terms, it means possessing intelligence. It's not the self-aware Luna Essence 2.0 created by El-Melloi II and Reines El-Melloi Archizorti, but rather a more convenient and compatible form of artificial intelligence.

It can be understood as a product for exclusive use.

Who is the person in this world who understands you best?

The answer is yourself.

This is the inspiration Dudley got from Horcruxes.

He intended to imbue this magical artifact with its own consciousness—not self-consciousness, but its own consciousness.

What could be more harmonious than working together with yourself?

The effect in battle is definitely greater than the sum of its parts.

Of course, what he wanted to do was not to split his soul. There are many ways to achieve immortality, such as turning a Mystic Code into a Horcrux. There is no need to do something like splitting one's soul.

What he needs to do is infuse his own thoughts into the magical costume.

Splitting one's soul and implanting thoughts are two different concepts and should not be confused. A split soul may form independent individuals, even evolving into a situation where you are not quite yourself, like Voldemort's current Horcruxes. The diary doesn't know Voldemort's true nature, creating an independent version of Voldemort at age sixteen. Implanting thoughts, on the other hand, only results in a simplified version of you, like the portraits hanging on the walls of Hogwarts, who share the same thought patterns as the originals.

The transmutation array glowed again beneath his feet, and with the wave of his wand, ancient runes sprang out one after another, falling into the transparent liquid. Then, he pressed the tip of his wand against his temple, and as the wand moved slowly, strands of silvery-white, flocculent substance were gradually drawn out and poured into the semi-finished product, just like the runes.

Having accomplished this, Dali let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, amidst the layers upon layers of transmutation arrays, Dudley inserted his wand into the transparent liquid and began to stir it. Each stir contained magic, and the flocculent substance that had just been extracted gradually merged into the liquid with each stirring. He was constantly immersing his thoughts and emotions into it. This is how the portraits in Hogwarts Castle were created, except that portraits were created with a paintbrush, while this was done by stirring.

Dali maintained a high level of concentration throughout, fearing that a mistake would lead to a failure in the infusion process.

This process is lengthy and cannot be rushed. The higher the level of the alchemical item being made, the more complex the process becomes and the longer it takes.

It's the same as brewing magic potions.

From night to dawn, and from dawn back to nightfall, until... Grindelwald's weary yawn came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

Grindelwald stayed with Dudley for as long as Dudley worked on it.

"It's a success!"

A voice, tinged with exhaustion yet brimming with excitement, rang out.

At this point, the extracted flocculent material had completely dissolved into the transparent liquid, which was now as clean and clear as water drawn from a well.

It's done.

A slight thought crossed Dali's mind. The transparent liquid began to climb up Dali's legs, gradually covering his entire body. In no time, it enveloped Dali's whole body, as if he were wearing a transparent "clothes".

Transparency is merely a camouflage; if Dali wanted, it could transform into any color.

With another thought, the transparent garment began to change, turning into pure black, and the liquid's form shifted towards a gel-like consistency.

Grayish-white eyes, long, sharp teeth, and a slender tongue.

What else could this be but the design of 'Venom'?

However, this situation did not last long. Under Dali's manipulation, the black color gradually faded and quickly returned to its original transparent state. Then, the transparent liquid covering the whole body began to shrink continuously, and in no time it shrank to form a light gray ring at the little finger.

His magical costume—the Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid Bio-Armor Edition.

He gently touched the spot on his little finger, and was very satisfied with this Mystic Code, which meant that his strength had been enhanced once again.

Incidentally, he now wears three rings: the Philosopher's Stone ring with a faint red glow on his middle finger, the azure magic crystal ring on his ring finger, and now the Moon Spirit Marrow Bio-Armor version on his little finger.

I believe that in the near future he will be able to make a ring on all ten of his fingers.

"I really want to see that prop you made. I'm sure it must be an amazing alchemical item."

Grindelwald's voice, filled with emotion, came through the phone.

"That place can't hold you back, Professor."

"You can come anytime you want."

"But I promised your principal that I would never leave this place."

Seemingly sensing what Dudley was about to say, Grindelwald said directly, "Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to rest. I have to teach your other students this afternoon. It's true what they say, getting old makes you useless, even your energy has decreased a lot."

After hanging up the phone, Grindelwald stared into his memories as he looked at the sleeping silver Den Den Mushi.

Amazing alchemical items.

If I hadn't been so obsessed with the Deathly Hallows, I wonder if I would have had a completely different future.

Then he chuckled to himself, realizing that if he hadn't been so fixated on the Deathly Hallows, he might never have even encountered Dumbledore.

Dudley pushed open the laboratory door and walked straight toward the Slytherin common room.

The magical costume is finally finished, time to get a good night's sleep.

I stayed up for three whole days and nights, only managing to survive because my current physical condition is different from that of ordinary people. If it were my previous life, in my sub-healthy state, I would most likely have died suddenly.

At the same time, in Wales, which is neither too far nor too close to England.

Voldemort stared at the enormous cauldron from which the potion he so desperately desired was about to be brewed, his eyes filled with excitement.

Now only the most crucial step remains.

Voldemort gestured to the Death Eater next to him, and the Death Eater who was called out immediately stepped forward shakily, without the slightest hesitation throughout the entire process.

"Your son can be reborn from the bones of your father, donated unintentionally."

As instructed, the Death Eater threw a piece of bone into the cauldron, which immediately began to boil.

"The flesh of your servant, if donated voluntarily, can bring your master back to life."

The Death Eater pulled out a gleaming dagger and, without hesitation, slashed at his own right arm, severing it completely. The fresh arm fell into the cauldron, and the Death Eater shouted.

"The blood of your enemy, if forced to be offered, can bring your enemy back to life."

Finally, the handkerchief stained with a little Harry's blood was thrown into the cauldron, causing the soup inside to change once again.

This time, the potion finally showed a color that satisfied Voldemort.

"It's a success!"

(End of this chapter)