Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 436, Section 430: The Clever Fenrir

Voldemort didn't kill indiscriminately. He knew the characteristics of the giants. This demi-human race didn't have a fixed chieftain, nor did they have any reverence for him. Their tradition was that whoever was strong and had the biggest fist became the leader. If the chieftain died, it meant that he wasn't strong enough to lead the tribe, and a new one would be chosen.

Don't expect giants to be intelligent enough to consider things like murder or a trap. Despite their enormous size, their brains are only slightly larger than those of a cat or dog, and they can't think about such complex issues.

The way to make them submit is simple: just demonstrate overwhelming power.

If you are better than him, then he will definitely listen to you.

It would be best to use fists to make them obey; magic is too complicated, and they would need a long time to understand it.

"Who else has questions?"

Voldemort's gaze swept across everyone's faces.

"Who's in favor? Who's opposed?"

The entire arena was deathly silent; no one dared to contradict Voldemort.

"Our respected master, your wishes are our goal."

Fenrir Greyback, the leader of the werewolves, immediately pledged his loyalty. At this opportune moment, he was the first to set an example. He had served Voldemort and the Death Eaters decades ago, witnessed Voldemort's power, and knew that only by following Voldemort could his ideals be realized. Therefore, it was only natural for him to join Voldemort now.

Everyone says Fenrir is reckless and barbaric, but actually he's quite shrewd.

Upon seeing Fenrir's statement, the dark wizards recruited by Lucius immediately followed suit. The banshees and Dementors were a given, and the humanoid witches followed closely behind, fearing that they might accidentally anger Voldemort and be struck by a green light.

It was only then that Gogoro realized that Voldemort had killed their former patriarch and companions, and immediately bowed to Voldemort in the same manner as Fenrir.

Voldemort watched the scene with satisfaction, and said softly, "Don't worry, I will give you what I promised you if we succeed next year."

Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"Thank you very much to everyone at Durmstrang for your guidance during this time. It's time for us to part ways."

Several months have passed in the blink of an eye, and it's almost June, which means the Hogwarts final exams are just around the corner.

In other words, Dali and the others were rushing back to take the exam.

It's not a final exam, but a two-week OWLs exam scheduled for June.

Although passing the OWLs exam is a certainty, the formalities still need to be followed.

In any case, without Umbridge's interference, the exam content was mostly practical.

Harry and his friends were least afraid of the practical part.

"Victor, you need to train hard when we get back."

As he spoke, Dali patted his muscular pectoral muscles.

"Muscles are the foundation of martial arts magic."

As he spoke, his two large breasts, harder than steel, bounced rhythmically twice, making Durmstrang's nearly adult witches envious.

Viktor, who was singled out by Dudley, gave an awkward smile. Ever since witnessing the grueling training that Dudley and his team had put in, he had never mentioned training with them again.

Just because Harry and his friends were able to persevere doesn't mean he can too.

He was being chased by a jeep. Even if Viktor was very confident in his physique, he didn't think he could be tougher than a car.

He is not stupid.

Under the influence of Apparition, Dali and his companions left Durmstrang, and when they reappeared, they were already at a train station in Bulgaria.

While it's not impossible for a group of people to apparate across borders, there's no need to go through all that trouble when there are legitimate channels available. It could easily be treated as illegal intrusion by the Ministry of Magic of other countries, especially since Bulgaria is at least six countries away from England.

On the train, Hermione was explaining the key points of the upcoming OWLs exam to the others. There wasn't much time left, and none of them had properly reviewed the material yet. Dudley, on the other hand, sat by the window, gazing at the scenery outside without saying a word.

His gaze seemed to transcend the limitations of distance.

He murmured to himself, "Giants... I wonder how their strength compares to Hagrid's. Oh, and it seems I don't have this in my collection. Oh, and I don't have the banshee or the humanoid witch either."

Bulgaria borders Romania, and Transylvania is one of the regions of Romania.

It wouldn't take them long to transfer to Transylvania.

"Dali, what are you muttering to yourself over there?"

Hermione, who had already assigned study tasks to the others, turned to Dudley sitting next to her and asked, "How long are you going to study?"

"Reviewing is out of the question. I'd rather use that time to study the new potion."

Anyway, he happens to know the examiner for this OWLs exam, so even if he doesn't know anything, the examiner won't give him a score below 0.

This is one of the benefits of having a wide social network.

"What new potion have you invented this time?"

Hermione immediately became interested upon hearing this.

Hermione's potion-making skills were already very high in the original books. Her ability to brew Polyjuice Potion in her second year was truly exceptional. After the change of professors in her sixth year, the new Potions teacher, Horace Slughorn, even invited her to join his Slug Club.

"Didn't I give it to you before? Have you figured it out?"

Hermione shook her head, somewhat dejected: "Your preparation process is too complicated, and it's in the form of a potion, which isn't my area of ​​expertise."

"That took me a whole year to research and develop. If you could just copy it instantly, wouldn't that make me look useless?"

Without the help of the Data Eye, Dudley would need to conduct research for at least a few more years. If that potion were to be released, it would be an absolutely revolutionary work in the wizarding world.

Not to mention Hermione, even Snape couldn't identify the production process.

That was a potion specially made by Dudley to deal with Voldemort.

Let me show you my other research findings.

Dali pulled a small bottle out of his pocket, which contained a murky liquid with many impurities.

"What is this?"

Hermione curiously took the bottle, but she couldn't tell what it was just by looking at it. She tried to uncork it, but Dudley stopped her.

"Don't underestimate it; this little bottle can even change the entire course of the battle."

"This is the updated Serajon potion; it will take effect as soon as you throw it out."

"The anti-potion of the old version of Bravestard Potion can also grant people different animal attributes, but these aren't positive attributes."

"The memory of a fish, the eyesight of a mouse, the speed of a sloth, the stamina of a leopard, and the appetite of a bear!"

(End of this chapter)