Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 377, Section 371: A Ceremonial Attire, a Magical Potion, and a Item

Hogwarts Castle

"Professor Grindelwald, you sound quite happy today."

Still in the laboratory, Dali was boiling a huge crucible. The iron spoon, which was thicker than an adult's leg, was handled by him as easily as a chopstick.

"Albus spoke to me yesterday."

Grindelwald's suppressed, joyful voice came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi. It was clear that he was genuinely happy. For the old man who had been living alone in the castle for decades, this was perhaps the happiest time of his nearly fifty years.

"Professor Dumbledore? What does he want with you?"

"Shh, you can't say it."

Grindelwald said mysteriously.

Dudley shrugged, indicating that he didn't care whether he knew or not, and he wasn't curious.

He might have known even before Grindelwald, perhaps Dudley had orchestrated it, or perhaps everything was under control.

Grindelwald abruptly changed the subject, bringing up Dudley again: "Are you really going to develop that kind of potion?"

"That's just a concept, it's too difficult, let's give up."

"Professor, I believe I have more authority to speak on potions than you do."

Grindelwald was slightly choked by Daly, but he didn't seem to care.

Dudley was telling the truth; his potion-making skills had long since reached the master level, even Snape admired him, and he had unique insights into brewing potions.

"But you've been studying it for almost a week now."

Dudley glanced at the Den Den Mushi: "Professor, from concept to reality, from nothing to something, the fastest person to develop a new potion so far is Principal Philida Spor, the author of 'A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms.' She spent a whole month developing an ointment to treat scabies."

"No one has been able to break this speed record so far, and I've only been researching it for a week."

"Instead of wasting time on this, you should study the Fiendfire. With your talent, you are capable of developing it to the third stage."

This is the key point Grindelwald made.

Harry and Dudley were the most talented wizards in the dark arts he had ever seen besides Dumbledore, and he very much hoped that the two of them could inherit his mantle and carry on the Fiendfyre spell.

"Professor, I want to make potions, and I also want to study Fiendfyre."

Only children make choices; adults want it all.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew."

Grindelwald tried to persuade him.

Many once-genius wizards in the wizarding world have only had a fleeting moment of brilliance before fading into obscurity, and he doesn't want them to end up like that.

"That applies to ordinary people; it doesn't apply to those with exceptional talent."

Dali shook the potion he had taken from the crucible, watching as the originally green potion gradually turned pale purple.

"Have you heard of Bresta potion before this?"

Even Grindelwald had to admit the truth when faced with the questions raised by Dudley.

"That invention was truly astonishing. If my 'assistants' had each had one back then, the whole world would be different."

Grindelwald sighed on the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

Although he has let it go, it's still worth thinking about, isn't it?

"If every Auror from every country who captures you could have one, then..."

Grindelwald interrupted, forcefully saying, "Then I can handle it easily too."

He's Grindelwald, not one of those lowly dark wizards.

"What if it were the drug I'm currently developing?"

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Grindelwald was unusually silent for a while before speaking: "If that thing could really be successfully developed, it would be a spring for potion makers."

The fact that Grindelwald gave it such high praise speaks volumes about the power of the drug that Daly was developing at that time.

To welcome Voldemort's return, Dudley specially prepared "three ones" for him: "one costume, one potion, and one tool".

The costume is naturally the transparent, invisible magical costume that can cover the entire body, and it has already been completed.

What he's making now is the potion from the "Three Ones" series.

Hmm, a specially made potion.

"But that's on the condition that you can develop it."

Finally, Grindelwald added.

"Don't worry, Professor, just give me a little more time."

After Dudley finished speaking, he continued to examine the potion in his hand.

On the weekend, outside Hogwarts Castle, the young wizards from grades one to four didn't go out to play, but instead gathered together.

Umbridge's unpopularity was universally acknowledged throughout Hogwarts.

Including the Slytherins who received special treatment from Umbridge, they might have been bribed by Umbridge in the past, but the Slytherins now are completely different from before, and they obey the 'King's' orders.

There are only three things that must be emphasized at Hogwarts—

fair

fair

It's still the same as the real fairness.

Therefore, Umbridge's favoritism did not earn her the friendship of Slytherin, but instead aroused the unanimous resentment of all four houses.

Moreover, her actions of driving away Professor Trelawney, disrupting classes, and frequently interrupting others made the professors at Hogwarts extremely dislike her.

However, this woman seemed completely unaware of her own situation, instead immersed in her own world, believing that she had already taken control of everything.

It's hard to imagine that someone could be hated by an entire school.

"Mr. Crevy, let me guess how many times you've come to my office this semester?"

Umbridge and Colin sat facing each other. The former made a slightly strained sound, as if he were forcing his voice, but the sound was coming from the mouth of an old toad, which inevitably gave people goosebumps.

This is her room. Unlike Moody, Umbridge did not live in the professors' quarters in the castle, but instead found a separate room (the one Lockhart used to live in).

The entire room was pink and decorated with many pink items, making it look like the room of a teenage girl, full of girlish charm. In fact, pink is the most depressing color, especially a room that is entirely pink.

It can easily cause mental stress and make people irritable.

The walls of the room are covered with pictures of all kinds of cats, and you can hear meowing sounds from time to time.

One cat is cute, several cats are cute, but a large group of cats gathered together and howling is torture.

However, Umbridge seemed to really enjoy the atmosphere. She loves cats, she loves them very much, especially seeing their fluffy appearance makes her incredibly happy. She really enjoys being surrounded by cats.

But she didn't like keeping cats. She didn't like the cat's shed fur, its scratching and jumping, its smell, its breathing and movement. She didn't even like living cats.

So she filled her room with pictures of cats, but she didn't keep any of them herself.

(End of this chapter)