Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

It can ignore the combination of physical and magic like "God's Shadowless Sword", and is also immune to pure elemental attacks like blazing flames.

It would be nice if the Dementors could be tamed.

This ability to ignore most attacks is very powerful when used as a scout or for assassinations.

It’s a pity that Dementors do not fall into the category of magical creatures and cannot be tamed.

Dudley slowly put away his wand. He was going to try the power of other worlds.

He held up a finger to the Dementors.

First, lighting.

At first Dudley didn't take it seriously.

It was just because this was the first magic I learned that I used it on the Dementors.

He usually uses it as a free flashlight.

As for lighting, no matter how strong the light is, it only targets the eyes. Dementors don't even have eyes, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

Who knew that when the strong light from Dudley's fingertips shone on the Dementor.

“Hiss! Ha!!”

The place where the light illuminated seemed to be on fire, and white smoke came out, accompanied by a burnt smell, and the Dementor seemed to have suffered a serious blow and let out a painful roar.

Dementors are afraid of illumination?

Chapter 199: Banban is my brother and dearest friend

'It actually works?'

Dudley felt incredible. Aren't Dementors only afraid of the Patronus Charm?

In fact, strictly speaking, the Patronus Charm cannot kill Dementors instantly, but can only continuously weaken their power until they disappear completely.

So Dudley tried the lighting technique of this world - fluorescent flickering, and as expected, it had no effect on the Dementors.

If luminescent flashes work then blazing flames should work.

Only the lighting techniques taught by the system can do this.

Dudley tried the illumination spell again, and it indeed caused damage to the Dementors.

The place illuminated by the illumination magic is like being burned by fire, and the rotting body turns into charred black, but real fire cannot burn the Dementors.

'Magic, it's so fun!'

"Then try this again?"

Dudley stretched out a finger again, and golden sparks burst out from his fingertips. This time it was not illumination magic, but ripple qigong.

Just aim at the Dementor and poke it gently.

This poke was of no use, the Dementor roared again, and this time the reaction was even stronger than the illumination.

When Dudley pulled his finger back, a hole was formed where he had poked it.

'what? '

Dudley poked again, another hole.

Another poke, another hole.

He poked Dudley as he fell into thought.

It felt like facing a vampire wearing a stone mask.

Those vampires are also afraid of Ripple Qigong.

No, not only is it feared from the Ripple Qigong, but even the way it is formed is very similar.

After a vampire's blood is absorbed, the person will become a corpse with the same nature as the vampire. To create a new Dementor, it is necessary to absorb a person's soul.

One is physical, the other is spiritual.

"Ok?"

By the time Dudley reacted and retracted his finger, the Dementor had already fallen to the ground from its floating state, dying with only one breath left.

Its body was riddled with holes.

The tattered cloak that was originally draped over his body had now completely turned into strips of cloth.

'What a shame, I was planning to do some other experiments.'

Dudley looked at the Dementor with regret.

"Then let's make the last contribution by recycling waste."

Dudley stepped on the ground and clasped his hands together, and the alchemy array under the Dementor gradually changed and its color turned blood red.

The essence of a Dementor is a soul.

Although it is a filthy soul, it can theoretically be refined.

Then Dudley silently took out half a pig and threw it into the center of the alchemy array, stacking it together with the Dementors.

It had become a good habit for Dudley to carry pork with him.

After a while, the red light gradually dissipated, the pork, the rags on the Dementor's body, and the Dementor itself disappeared, leaving only the Philosopher's Stone lying alone on the ground.

Dudley walked forward and picked up the Philosopher's Stone.

There are no magic crystals around, so it seems that Dementors are not like the remaining soul of Voldemort.

But one Philosopher's Stone alone is enough.

Unfortunately, this red color is not the bright red color that Voldemort's residual soul had refined before, but a dark red, and through the light one can see that the ruby ​​is filled with impurities.

It is a philosopher's stone of not very high quality.

His size is also much smaller, less than one-tenth of Voldemort's.

What quality lacks, quantity can make up for.

Voldemort only had a few Horcruxes, but Dementors were different. As a local specialty of Azkaban, they were everywhere in the mountains and plains.

If there is a chance to refine Azkaban directly in the future, there will definitely be a big surprise.

"If we have a chance now, we can catch a few more. These are all moving Philosopher's Stones."

The Dementors flying around the outskirts of Hogwarts Castle didn't know that they were being targeted.

The next day after dinner, Ron, who was about to play an exciting game of wizard cards with Harry, was stopped by Dudley.

"Ron, do you have time later? Like I said, I think we should talk."

"Yes." Ron sighed. If it's a blessing, there's no disaster. If it's a disaster, there's no way to avoid it.

Ron hung his head and followed Dudley until they reached the eighth floor.

A large door appeared on the wall. Dudley gently turned the handle and walked in with Ron.

"here it is?"

Ron said in surprise, he never knew there was such a magical place inside the castle.

"Room of Requirement."

"Hogwarts always brings us lots of surprises."

Dudley found a stool in the room and sat down. He wanted a room where he could train.

"sit."

Ron sat down somewhat nervously.

Even though they had known each other for such a long time, Ron was still a little scared to be alone with Dudley.

The aura that Dudley exudes is so strong.

"Ron, would you mind changing your pet?"

It’s over, it’s over. Brother D really needs to feed Banban to the fat cat.

Ron's heart sank when Dudley said the first sentence, in an almost pleading voice.

"Brother DD, can you not eat Banban? It really doesn't taste good."

Dudley: ?

"Don't worry, no one will eat you. You may not understand what I mean."

"I mean, have you ever thought about getting a different pet?"

Of course no one would eat Banban. Anyone who eats Banban is not a human being at all.

"Banban is my only companion, my brother, my dearest relative and friend! I can't lose him!"

Although Ron was scared, he still spoke up to defend his pet and held Scabbers tightly in his arms.

Ever since Hermione brought Crookshanks back to the Gryffindor common room, he has been keeping Scabbers with him at all times, fearing that he would be taken away and eaten if he wasn't paying attention. As a qualified owner, Ron is undoubtedly a qualified owner.

Banban was not in a very good condition and looked a little listless, as if he was frightened by Crookshanks.

"It's okay, it's okay. Brother D is usually a very reasonable and principled person."

Ron kept comforting himself.

"You really don't understand what I mean."

Dudley pulled a small cage from his left pocket. A sleeping Niffler lay in the middle of the soft cushions.

This wasn't Dudley's own one, but a Niffler cub.

"I remember you said you wanted to have a Niffler."

Dudley said softly.

It was Ron's dream to have a Niffler, but his family couldn't afford such an expensive pet. It's not that they couldn't afford it, but Mrs. Weasley wouldn't spend so many gold Galleons to buy a pet for Ron.

The price of a Niffler is much higher than that of a magic wand.

'Actually, I don't like Banban that much.'

Looking at the small, soft and adorable creature in the cage, Ron almost blurted out "Sniff".

"If you don't like it, forget it."

Dudley put the cage down with some regret.

Ron's eyes never left the moment the Niffler appeared.

Chapter 200: Banban is actually dead, and now he is Banban’s ghost?

'Yes, I like it very much.'

Ron wanted to say this out loud.

But this would mean losing Banban, which made him feel very embarrassed.

"Brother D, does it have to be Banban?"

Ron said frustratedly.

He and Scabbers already had a certain affection for each other, they had lived together for countless days and nights, and no matter how much Ron liked the Niffler, there was no way he would exchange it for another pet.

This is a matter of principle.

"Yes."

Dudley said affirmatively.

"Scabbers was originally Charlie's (the second son of the Weasley family) pet, and later he gave it to Percy. The year before I entered Hogwarts, Percy gave it to me."

"Although it's just an ordinary little mouse, it was Banban who accompanied me during those years when I had no friends."

Ron held Scabbers in his arms and gently stroked his shiny fur.