Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 343 337. Li Huo, I added Li Huo to it

'Magic, these things cannot be called magic.'

As soon as he had this idea, he heard Dudley shaking a black box and saying.

"They are all processed by magic. To be precise, they should be magic bombs."

"For example, this one, I added Li Huo to it."

"I added flying sand and rocks to this one to make the killing range wider."

Wasn't Dudley studying magic costumes recently?These things are all side products that he tinkered with in his spare time.

You ask, why is the accessory product a bomb when we are obviously researching on gifts?

It’s reasonable to want to watch fireworks or something when you’re tired of research, right?

Mr. Frieza, the cosmic real estate tycoon, once said when he felt the pressure from the Saiyans: "Sabotan-san, Dodoriya-san, come and watch the fireworks, they are so beautiful."

It can be seen that setting off fireworks has a strong decompression effect.

Listening to Dudley introducing the black box in his hand like a product, Greenwald had already labeled Dudley an extremely dangerous person.

Is this the hope of the wizarding world?Is that guy Dumbledore crazy?
It's just despair.

"This is my 'magic' - the earth shakes!"

Dudley said so.

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

Greenwald didn't want to talk to him, so he chose to ignore Dudley, first talking to others, and finally disappeared in front of everyone without even looking at him.

This is an old wizard with a temper.

Ron, Neville, and Draco, children who were born in the wizarding world and grew up listening to Grindelwald's stories, sighed in their hearts at the same time.

'As expected of Brother D. '

And Hermione and Harry thought in their hearts.

'Dudley is the best in our family. '

'My brother D is invincible. '

Since it was still early, a few people started wandering around the castle after confirming the room.

Nurmengard is undoubtedly much worse than Hogwarts. The latter was a fortress-like building built to protect students from the invasion of Muggles at that time. The Big Four spent huge amounts of magic materials and almost emptied the lives of several people. Family wealth, coupled with the accumulation of countless wizards over thousands of years, makes the accommodation conditions at Hogwarts the best in any school in the world. Even a Slytherin who lives in a converted underground cell will not feel damp. , and the former is just a gathering base. Although it must have been transformed, it is definitely not comparable to Hogwarts.

The dim light, gloomy environment, and heavy humidity were unavoidable topics, and they were far inferior to the castle that Dudley had renovated by himself.

The spotless and majestic European medieval castles in animations, novels, and film and television works?
Sorry, that's bullshit.
Without the application of magic, this is the most suitable place for the green and greasy moss, the long tails that secretly dig holes, the small black beetles with two twin tails that crawl around and fly, and the little black beetles that hide in the dark and wait for opportunities. A place where animals with eight long legs and eight big eyes live.

The magical world was mostly a paradise for goblins and goblins. Even if Dudley caught thousands of goblins at Potter's old house, he didn't want to have too much contact with such evil little creatures.

So Dudley and the others built their own tent in the room.

It's the kind of big tent that appears in Quidditch's Goblet of Fire. It looks like it's less than a few square meters on the outside, but is actually a three-story bungalow inside.

All facilities are available in the tent.

This is all thanks to Dudley, who likes to hoard materials in his pockets, even eating a lot of food in one sitting.

"Brother D, Brother D, let me see your pocket." This sentence has become Harry's mantra recently.

After a delicious meal of hot food, they lay contentedly in the living room inside the tent.

"Burp" Ron patted his belly and burped with satisfaction. He had just eaten six large chicken drumsticks.

Grindelwald, who was originally worried that they would not be able to eat well and live well, left with a dark face after seeing the bright lights and the aroma of food wafting from the tent.

'I don't know how to prepare one for their professor. '

Before eight o'clock the next day, Grindelwald came outside the tent early, waiting for the arrival of these little wizards.

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

However, he did not wait for Dudley and others to come out of the tent, but waited until Dudley and others walked in from the door covered in sweat.

"professor?"

Harry asked suspiciously.

"Where have you been?"

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

Grindelwald didn't speak, just nodded expressionlessly, and then disappeared into the room.

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

He is still wearing a black robe, still has a pair of sharp eyes (the heterochromatic eyes have been restored), and he is an energetic and imposing little old man.

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

Grindelwald did not choose to find a bench, but sat on the steps leading to the second floor. He placed his hands in front of his mouth like an arch.

"What I focus on is actual combat."

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

"I'll start with the ugly things first. I won't spare you just because of who you are. If any of you can't keep up with my teaching progress."

"I will personally throw you out of the castle."

Practical class. A course that members of the disciplinary team are very familiar with. When they first heard the news, they didn't take it seriously.

Soon they found out they were wrong.

Even with the duels in the Duelist Club, the occasional daily morning training sessions, and the practical training provided by Moody and many other professors, they could barely keep up with Grindelwald's pace.

He was tougher than any professor Harry and the others had known.

Even the real and fake Moody, the kind of professor who seemed very demanding and stern to outsiders, was as gentle as a sheep in front of him.

Even if it is a simple human transformation spell (turning the other person into a sheep or rabbit), he will let the other person experience it over and over again until he learns it.

He is also more powerful than any known professor.

Harry, who could defeat Barty Crouch Jr. alone, was like a child who had just learned to walk and whose steps were slow in front of him.

He is more knowledgeable than any other professor I have ever known.

The coverage is very broad, and he knows almost everything and knows everything. Even the boring ancient runes have been studied in depth. Dudley thinks that his level is better than that of Bascida, the ancient runes professor at Hogwarts. Babling is much higher, because in terms of potions alone, her level is not inferior to that of Snape, who is a potion master.
(End of this chapter)