Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 377 371. One gift, one potion and one prop
Hogwarts Castle
"Professor Grindelwald, you sound happy today."

Still in the laboratory, Dudley was cooking in a huge crucible. The iron spoon, which was thicker than an adult's leg, was as easy as holding a chopstick in his hand.

"Albus spoke to me yesterday."

Grindelwald's suppressed cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone. It could be heard that he was really happy from the bottom of his heart. For the old man who had been alone in the castle for decades, maybe this period of time was his best time. The happiest time in the past 50 years.

"Professor Dumbledore? What does he want to see you for?"

"Hush can't say."

Grindelwald said mysteriously.

Dudley shrugged, saying it didn't matter whether he knew or not, and he wasn't curious.
Maybe he knew it earlier than Grindelwald, maybe Dudley arranged this, maybe it was all under control.

Grindelwald changed the topic and turned to Dudley again: "Do you really want to develop that kind of potion?"

"That's just an idea. It's too difficult. Give up."

"Professor, I think I have more say in potions than you do."

Grindelwald was choked slightly by Dudley, but he didn't care.

Dudley was telling the truth. His potion skills had already reached the master level. Even Snape marveled at him. He also had unique insights into brewing potions.

"But you've been working on it for almost a week."

Dudley glanced at the phone bug: "Professor, from idea to object, from scratch. The person who has developed the new magic potion at the fastest speed so far is Phyllida S. Principal Boll, she spent a whole month researching the ointment to treat scabies."

"No one has been able to break this speed so far. I have only been studying it for a week."

"Instead of wasting time on this, it is better to study Li Huo. Your talent is enough to develop it to the third stage."

This sentence is the focus of Grindelwald.

Harry and Dudley were the wizards he had ever seen with the best talent for dark magic besides Dumbledore. He very much hoped that they could inherit his mantle and carry forward the Fire Curse.

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

Only children make choices, adults want them all.

"You can't chew too much."

Grindelwald tried to admonish.

There were many talented wizards in the wizarding world who appeared briefly and then disappeared from the public. He didn't want them to be like this.

"That's for ordinary people, not for those with extraordinary talents."

Dudley shook his hand and took a little potion from the crucible, watching as the originally green potion gradually turned into lavender.

"Have you ever heard of Bresta Potion before?"

Faced with Dudley's question, even Grindelwald had to admit it.
"That invention was really shocking. If all my 'assistants' at that time could have one, the whole world would be different."

Grindelwald sighed on the other end of the phone.

Although he was relieved, it was okay to think about it for a while, right?
"If the Aurors from various countries who captured you can have one, then..."

Grindelwald grabbed the topic and said abruptly: "Then I can handle it easily."

He is Grindelwald, not one of those worthless dark wizards.

"What if it were replaced by the potion I'm developing now?" "."

Grindelwald was silent for a while, and then spoke after a while: "If that kind of thing can be developed successfully, it will be a spring for potion masters."

Being able to receive such comments from Grindelwald is enough to show how powerful the potion Dudley developed at this time.

In order to welcome Voldemort's return, Dudley specially prepared "three ones" for him, namely "one costume, one potion, and one prop".

The gift is naturally the transparent and invisible magic gift that can cover the whole body. It has been made.

And what he is doing now is the magic potion in the 'Three Ones'.

Yes, a special potion.

"But only if 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 study the potion in his hand.

On the weekend, outside Hogwarts Castle, the little wizards from first to fourth grade did not go out to play, but gathered together.

Umbridge's dislike was unanimously recognized by everyone in Hogwarts.

Including the Slytherins who received special treatment from Umbridge. If they were in the past, they might really be bribed by Umbridge, but the Slytherins now are completely different from before. They follow the orders of the 'King'.

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

fair
fair
Still TM's fair.

Therefore, Umbridge's favoritism did not win the friendship of Slytherin, but instead aroused the unanimous dislike of the four major colleges.

Not only that, but her tendency to drive away Professor Trelawney and occasionally interrupt other people's classes made the professors at Hogwarts very disgusted with her.

However, this woman seems to have no awareness of it. Instead, she is immersed in her own world, thinking that she has control of everything.

It's unimaginable that one person could do so to make an entire school hate him.

"Mr. Creevey, let me guess how many times have you come to my office this semester?"

Umbridge and Colin sat face to face, and the former made a slight squeaking sound as if he was pinching his throat. However, this sound came from the mouth of an old toad, which inevitably made people feel goosebumps.

This is her room. Umbridge did not live in the professor's dormitory in the castle like Moody, but found a separate room (the original Lockhart room) to stay in.

The whole room is pink and decorated with many pink objects. It looks like the room of a teenage girl, full of girlishness. In fact, pink is the most depressing color. A room that is completely pink is even more so. in this way.

It can easily make people nervous and irritable.

The walls of the room are covered with portraits of various cats, and the sound of meowing can be heard from time to time.

One cat is cute, and so are several cats, but a large group of cats gathering together and hissing is a form of torture.

However, Umbridge seems to like this atmosphere very much. She likes cats, very, very much, especially seeing how furry they look. Not to mention how happy she is. She likes the feeling of being surrounded by cats very much.

But she doesn’t like raising cats, she doesn’t like the hair shedding, she doesn’t like the cats scratching and jumping around, she doesn’t like the smell of the cats, she doesn’t like the breathing and moving of the cats, and she doesn’t even like the cats alive.
So she filled her room with portraits of cats, but she didn't keep any of them herself.

(End of this chapter)