Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 369 363. A little inspiration

'A little inspiration' is the key to this magic dress.

In layman's terms, it means having intelligence. It is not the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid 2.0 with self-awareness created by El-Melloi II and Lenis El-Melloi Archizolti, but it is more convenient and more suitable for oneself. That kind of artificial intelligence.
It can be understood as exclusive supplies.

Who knows you best in this world?
The answer is yourself.

This is what Dudley got from the Horcrux.

He intends for this magic costume to have its own consciousness, well, not self-awareness but its own consciousness.

What else is more suitable than playing with yourself?
The effect in combat is definitely one plus one greater than two.

Of course, what he wants to do is not to split the soul. There are many ways to achieve immortality by making magic rituals into Horcruxes, etc. There is no need to split the soul.

What he has to do is pour his thoughts into the magic costume
Splitting the soul and instilling thoughts are two different concepts and cannot be confused. The split soul is likely to form independent individuals, or even evolve into a situation where it is you but not you, such as Voldemort's current Horcrux and diary. It is unclear about Voldemort himself, forming an independent 16-year-old Voldemort.And pouring thoughts into you will only get a simplified version of your thoughts, just like the portraits hanging on the walls of Hogwarts. They have the same thinking pattern as me.

The light of the forged array lit up again under his feet, and with the waving of the wand, ancient magic texts popped out one after another, and then fell into the transparent liquid. Then he pressed the tip of the wand against his temple, and with the slow movement of the wand, Moving, wisps of silver-white flocculent matter were gradually pulled away, and poured into the semi-finished product like the magic words.

After reaching this point, Dudley let out a long sigh of relief.

Then in the layer-by-layer refining array, Dudley inserted his wand into the transparent liquid and began to stir it. Every stirring contained magic. The flocculent matter that had just been extracted gradually merged into the liquid with each stirring. During this process, he was constantly immersing his thoughts and emotions into it. This was how the portrait in Hogwarts Castle was created, except that the portrait was made with a brush and stirred.

Dudley always maintained a high concentration of energy, fearing that he would make mistakes that would lead to failure of the infusion.

This process is long and should not be rushed. The higher the level of alchemy items, the more complicated the process will be and the longer it will take.

It's the same as brewing a potion.

From night to morning, from early morning to nightfall, until Grindelwald's tired yawn came from the other end of the phone.

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

"Success!"

A voice of exhaustion mixed with excitement sounded.

At this time, the extracted floc material has been completely integrated into the transparent liquid, and now it is as clean and clear as water drawn from a well.

finished.
Dudley's heart moved slightly. The transparent liquid began to climb up Dudley's legs and gradually covered his whole body. After a while, Dudley's whole body was wrapped up, as if he was wearing a transparent 'clothes'.

Transparent is just a protective color, and it can change into any color as long as Dudley wants.

Dudley's heart moved again, and the layer of transparent clothes began to gradually change, turning into pure black, and the liquid form also developed in the direction of gelatin.

Gray-white eyes, long fangs and a slender tongue.

What is this if not the look of 'Venom'?
However, this situation did not last long. Under Dudley's control, the black gradually faded and quickly returned to its original transparent state. Then the transparent liquid covering the whole body began to shrink continuously, and it did not take long to shrink to the point where it formed on the little finger. A light gray ring.

His magic gift - the biological armor version of Moon Spirit Liquid.

Touching the position of his little finger gently, Dudley was very satisfied with this magic gift, which meant that his strength had been enhanced again.

By the way, he already has three rings on his hands. The Philosopher's Stone ring with a faint red light on his middle finger, the blue magic crystal ring on his ring finger, and now the biological armor version of Moon Spirit Liquid on his little finger.I believe that in the near future he will be able to put a ring on all ten fingers.

"I really want to take a look at that prop you made. I believe it must be an amazing alchemy item."

Grindelwald's emotional voice came.

"That place won't hold you, Professor."

"If you want to come over, you can anytime."

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

As if aware of what Dudley was going to say, Grindelwald said directly: "Okay, I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to rest first. I have to teach your other classmates this afternoon. I'm really old and useless. When I got up, I felt a lot less energetic."

After hanging up the phone and looking at the sleeping silver phone bug, Grindelwald fell into memories.

Miraculous 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 smiled dumbly. If he hadn't been obsessed with the Deathly Hallows, maybe even Dumbledore wouldn't have encountered him.

On the other side, Dudley pushed open the door of the laboratory and walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

I finally finished making the magic gift, so I need to have a good sleep.

He stayed up for three whole days and three nights, which is because his current physique is different from ordinary people. If it were Naya's healthy state in his previous life, it is very likely that he died suddenly.

At the same time, in Wales, which is not far or close to England.

Voldemort looked at the huge cauldron that was about to brew the potion he dreamed of, his eyes filled with excitement.

Now only the most critical step is left.

Voldemort pouted at the Death Eater next to him, and the named Death Eater immediately walked out tremblingly, without any hesitation in the whole process.

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son."

The Death Eater followed the instructions and threw a piece of bone into the crucible, which immediately began to boil.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

The Death Eater took out a gleaming dagger and chopped off his right arm without hesitation. He cut off his arm and the fresh arm fell into the crucible. The Death Eater shouted loudly.

"The blood of your enemy, compelled to sacrifice, may resurrect your enemy."

Finally, he threw the handkerchief stained with Harry's blood into the crucible, causing the potion in the crucible to change again.

This time the potion finally took on a color that satisfied Voldemort.

"Success!"

(End of this chapter)