I swung a sword at Hogwarts

An agent took a fancy to him and exclaimed that he was a natural slugger.

This brought Dali fame and made him a star in the boxing gym.

As long as he is old enough, he will go straight to the ring.

All of this was given to him by John’s recipe.

He knew that Harry's return meant John was back too.

He hadn't seen John for several days. When he finally saw John, he mustered up the courage to say hello to him from below.

"Hey, John."

He waved from below, and a smile appeared on John's face.

"Dudley, your change has impressed me."

John gave him a thumbs up. This was the first time Dudley was praised by John.

That feeling is even more exciting than holding the championship trophy.

Dudley ran off with his fist pumping, and he also asked a few friends to go out for training.

Although he is still a bully, he rarely bullies other kids.

His goal was to punch the stronger ones, he was tired of the weak ones.

John was pleased to see him looking so encouraged.

"I need to study that bottle of potion." John said to himself.

As I headed to the basement, I heard a loud bang.

Cars began to honk and residents opened their windows to see what was happening.

John frowned as he looked at the remaining traces of magic.

"Apparating?"

He was Apparating in broad daylight in a residential area in the Muggle world, and judging from the movement, it seemed that the person's mastery of Apparition was not at a very high level.

I was so busy greeting Dudley that I didn't notice any sneaky people on the side of the road.

"It's not directed at me."

The magic in the house has not been touched, which means that it is not here to find me.

There are only two wizards in this place, one is John and the other is Harry.

"That's none of my business."

John turned and walked away expressionlessly.

From the corner of his eye he saw Vernon Dursley come out and apologize to his neighbors, saying that he had accidentally hit the car.

...

In the basement.

John had a strange expression on his face.

"It's so strange. Most of the substances in here are common, but there are a few that are extremely rare in the magical world, and there is one that cannot be tested."

What is this concept?

John's alchemy is well-rounded, and it is more than enough to call him a master of alchemy.

Potions masters are rare, but there are no problems with eight or nine of them remaining in the world.

There are no more than three masters of alchemy in a hundred years.

To reach John's level, one must be over 80 years old.

John had only met one person who had mastered the 7th level of alchemy so far, and that was his teacher, Nicolas Flamel.

Godric Gryffindor is half alchemy. Actually, he doesn't know much about alchemy, but he is good at making weapons.

I guess he was annoyed by the goblins at the time, so he thought of making a sword himself.

It's a pity that he was not at the level of the goblin, so he didn't leave behind one or two alchemical items.

Among the other three of the Big Four, there may be level 7 alchemy.

The Room of Requirement is the best proof of this; it is a great magic that requires powerful alchemical works to support it.

Salazar Slater showed from the secret chamber he left behind that he was also very strong in alchemy, but it is unknown whether it was him or not.

Closer to home.

If even John, who has level 6 alchemy, is unable to distinguish it, then it is very likely that this substance does not belong to the magical world.

"What is that? Why would Jovanovich have it?"

He was increasingly unable to understand Jovanovich; they were full of mystery.

John even had some doubts as to whether his grandfather's family were also wizards.

Alexei obviously discovered something, which is why he kept the bottle of potion.

Is it really a wizard?

As he was thinking, magic was triggered on the table in the basement.

John looked up with a serious expression, and saw that the map projected on the desktop was not of the house, but outside.

It was almost dark outside, and he saw a familiar object, except that it seemed to have been stripped of its clothes.

"Dementors?"

...

Near the park, Dudley returned from training.

"Hey, Brother D!"

Dudley had just separated from his companions when he turned around and saw Harry.

"It's you." Dudley didn't really want to be with Harry.

Not only because he had often used Harry as a punching bag in the past, but he was also afraid of the wand.

Harry asked, "When did you become Brother D?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Dudley didn't want to pay attention to Harry and turned away.

"That's a cool name," Harry grinned, walking in step with Dudley, "but to me, you'll always be 'Dada Baby'."

Dudley clenched his hands into fists, remembering what Vernon had said about not getting into a fight with Harry.

It seems that Vernon took John's words to heart. If Harry was really expelled one day and came to stake out the Dursleys, even the police would be unable to help.

Harry was living okay at the Dursleys' house during this time, but he could always remember the days when he was bullied.

In addition, he had been isolated these days. Not only Hermione and Ron, but even Sirius had repeatedly told him not to leave the Dursleys.

It was possible that Hermione and Ron were both at the Burrow, but he couldn't go out, which made him feel very depressed.

He even thought that he was the first person to discover Voldemort's return, but he felt like an outsider.

And Sirius told him not to be reckless and impulsive, which made him feel funny. After all, Sirius was the most impulsive one. He was imprisoned for more than ten years and escaped from Azkaban.

"Who did you beat up tonight?" Harry said, his smile gone, as he continued to chase Dudley. "Another ten-year-old boy? I know you beat up Mark Evans two days ago."

Although Mark Evans has the same last name as Harry's mother, they are not related in any way; it is just a coincidence.

Dudley also remembered the little brat who said he was a gorilla without hair, and was taught a lesson by him.

Dudley said angrily, "He asked for it. He insulted me."

"Really? Did he say you were like a pig walking on two legs? Hey, that's not an insult, Dada, that's the truth."

Dudley's facial muscles were twitching, and he wished he could punch Harry's chattering mouth to pieces.

And when Harry saw that Dudley was uncomfortable, he finally vented his feeling of isolation.

In order to let out all his anger, Harry didn't stop.

They turned into an alley where Harry had seen the big black dog.

This alley is darker than other places because there are no street lights.

Dudley thought about beating Harry up here and there, teaching him a lesson before he got out his wand.

And Harry continued to provoke Dudley tirelessly, as if he was also expecting Dudley to take action.

Just then, it suddenly became cold.

This feeling felt very familiar to Harry.

Suddenly, there was no light in the sky, and they felt as if they had been deprived of their eyes.

Dudley thought it was Harry's doing, and punched him in fear to make him stop.

As luck would have it, a punch hit Harry, causing him to fall down. The wand he was holding fell and he almost fainted.

This is a punch from the future slugger, so you can imagine how powerful it is.

In the end, Harry managed to hold on, calling on the wand to use fluorescent flashes and find the wand's trace.

A hooded figure appears, it's the Dementors.

Before Harry could pick up his wand, two Dementors moved towards Harry and Dudley.

Before he could use his wand, Harry was pinned against the wall.

The Dementors absorbed the happy mood and even wanted to give it a passionate kiss.

Suddenly, black threads came from the ground and wrapped around the Dementor in front of Dudley.

Harry noticed, to his horror, that the Dementor screamed, becoming even more frightened.

The silk thread dragged the Dementor, and no matter how hard it struggled it could not break free, and it moved towards the shadows at the street corner.

The Dementor next to Harry was startled, and in the moment of distraction, Harry rolled over and picked up the wand.

"ExpectoPatronum"

The silver light repelled the Dementors, and just as it was about to head towards the shadow, Harry's eyebrows suddenly twitched and the silver light could not move forward.

Watching the silver light dissipate, Harry looked in that direction again, and he felt as if someone was watching this side.

He swallowed nervously, went over and pulled Dudley up with all his strength, and ran away.

After he left, in the dark corner, two silver-white pure souls floated in John's palms.

He did not help Harry, but Harry reacted quickly and killed the Dementor himself.

After taking a glance at the two souls, he casually put them into the bottle.

"Dementors appear here, and the Dementors in Azkaban don't seem to be that loyal."

John could imagine whose idea this was, and it was so bad that he wondered if magic had messed with his brain.

He smiled coldly and said, "Since you are useless, you might as well become my material."

He was coveting the Dementors in Azkaban, what great material.

These two balls are first refined into soul potions and sent to Nagini.

And Harry's action this time made the Dursley house lively.

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(Second update today (2/2))

Chapter 261: Mrs Figg and the Letter from the Ministry

Harry swore he had never felt so strong.

Dudley, the big fat man, had almost half of his body close to him, and his whole weight was pressing on him, making Harry's teeth chatter.

Even though he didn't like Dudley, he wouldn't watch him die.

The strange black thread just now made him feel uncomfortable all over, as if it was dragging him into a bottomless abyss.