Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

“The reason I don’t come here as often is because I don’t need as much material anymore.”

Dudley's next words made the Squibs feel even more disappointed.

As the customer with the greatest demand for potion materials, and because of his generosity, the appearance of Dudley made the lives of these Squibs, which were already not well-off, much better. It can be said that Dudley was their breadwinner.

If he doesn't need potion ingredients anymore

This is more than just the loss of a major customer.

No one wanted to go back to the days of eating one meal and starving the next, but they had no other choice because Dudley was someone they couldn't afford to offend.

"That's really a pity, Mr. Gargamel."

Even if you are extremely unwilling, you can only passively accept this kind of thing.

The rules of survival for the Squibs were set from the beginning.

The dregs of the wizarding world and the outliers in the world of ordinary people are not tolerated by both sides.

Unable to integrate into the wizarding world, nor able to live in the world of ordinary people, he can only survive in the cracks.

"Although I don't need you to provide the materials, I think we can still cooperate. This is the second thing I came here to do."

Dudley took out a small wooden stick and placed it in front of the Squibs. He said to the leading Squib, "Take it and cast the spell."

The leading Squib smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Sir, I'm a Squib. I can't cast any magic."

In the past, he was looking forward to being able to cast even half a spell. However, when his peers all went to school one by one, he was still at home, and there was no sign of his body. He could neither cast magic nor have magic rioted. He was as ordinary as a Muggle.

His parents quarreled over this more than once and eventually left home.

He could only stay alone in bed, constantly comforting himself like hypnosis, saying that he was just a late bloomer and that he would become a wizard sooner or later.

Year after year, he grew up from a naive child who knew nothing to an adult.

Reality gave him a hard slap in the face. He was not late in maturing, but he could never mature at all.

Now that so many years have passed, he has long since let it go and accepted his identity as a squib.

"I said, 'Take it, cast the spell,' and I don't want to do it a third time."

Faced with a being who could cast spells without a wand, these Squibs had no intention of resisting at all.

Helplessly, the leading squib smiled bitterly, picked up the small wooden stick, pointed at the wall next to him, and said perfunctorily: "Clear spring water."

This is the most basic spell, and also the simplest and most intuitive.

If he still had a glimmer of hope in the past, he has already become numb now.

Failure after failure, disappointment after disappointment, and nothing gained again and again.

It is impossible for a Squib to cast magic, this is an iron rule.

This is his destiny.

"Sir, I'm really impossible.?!!"

However, the next second, he almost bit off his tongue.

A miracle happened.

A thin stream of water sprayed out from the tip of the magic wand, drawing an arc in the air and hitting the wall, soaking the outer edge of the wall. Although the water stream was very thin, only as big as a squirt gun, it was actually released.

"How is it possible for you and me?!"

The leading Squib was so shocked that he pointed at Dudley, then at himself, then at his wand, and spoke incoherently for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

'I cast magic?'

Magic, it’s really magic!

Not only the leading dud, but the duds around him almost popped their eyes out.

'What's going on? Culliver (the name of the lead Squib) has become a wizard?'

'No, if he was a wizard, he would have gone to magic school long ago.'

'He's still a Squib, a Squib like the rest of us.'

Everyone turned their eyes to the small wooden stick-like wand in Culliver's hand.

My breathing started to get heavier.

After so many years of struggling at the bottom, they immediately guessed that the ability to release magic must be related to this wand.

This special wand allows them to cast spells.

At least Culliver could cast magic with it.

"Culliver, try something else!"

An impatient voice sounded in the crowd.

Once could be considered a coincidence, but what about twice?

If twice was a coincidence, what about three times?

Culliver was no longer perfunctory as before. He stood up straight and began to wave his magic wand with extremely standard movements and word sequence.

"Lumos!"

Standardized movements and standard sentences cannot be achieved without thousands of times of practice.

Even the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic might not be up to his standards.

All the Squibs present were staring at his movements, holding their breath nervously, not daring to even breathe.

The facts did not disappoint the duds.

A faint light burst out from the tip of Culliver's wand again.

Although the brightness was dim, it ignited the light of hope in the hearts of the duds.

If you were not a Squib, you would never know how difficult the lives of these people at the bottom of the wizarding world are.

Chapter 238 'You believe in the light' 'Believe!'

"Success!"

There was an excited cheer from the Squibs all around.

Culliver stared blankly at the ray of light, and then stared blankly at the magic wand in his hand.

Did he really cast magic? Twice?!

"How did you do that?! Oh, dear Mr. Gargamel, this is incredible."

It’s so magical and unbelievable.

Although the effect of the magic was very weak, it was truly released!

Culliver could feel something flowing inside his body just now.

Is that magic?

He didn't quite understand, but he wanted the wand, and he would trade it for anything, even his soul.

If you are not a squib, you will never understand the feelings of these people.

Unleashing magic is what they dream of.

Even if it is incomplete magic, even if the effect is weak.

At the very least, this can prove that they are not trash, not a disgrace to the wizarding world, and not scum who are not even qualified to live.

Dudley didn't rush to speak, but held out his hand to Culliver.

Even though he was extremely reluctant, Culliver still handed the wand to Dudley.

Dudley held up the wand, attracting the attention of all the Squibs present, and then he spoke slowly.

"I think you've all discovered that this special wand allows you to cast spells."

"Don't doubt it, this is true. No matter which one of you is present, as long as the posture is correct and the spell is not read incorrectly, you can cast the spell."

The eyes of the Squibs were as hot as red-hot irons.

Only when you have never had it will you cherish it more.

To successfully cast a spell and become a wizard is the lifelong wish of all Squibs.

'This wand must be a magical artifact, as it can allow a Squib to cast spells.'

'Yes, it must be.'

Almost all the duds thought so in their hearts.

In fact, this special wand is just a little gadget that Dudley made in his spare time, and its principle is exactly the same as his own wand.

The craftsmanship is far from comparable.

But the meaning of these squibs is different. This magic wand can release magic!

"I can provide you with this special wand."

Dudley took out another wand of the same kind, and then a third, and a fourth.

This thing is mass-produced and is really worthless, but no one in the entire wizarding world knows how to make it except Dudley, and no one is able to imitate it, not even if Nick Flamel were resurrected.

The shock in the hearts of the duds was beyond words, and they didn't know what words to use to describe it.

There are so many of these magical tools?

"So. What. Do. You. Want?"

As the leader, Culliver was much calmer than the others, but even so, there was a tremor in his voice.

As Grommash said: 'And what is the cost, Gul'dan?'

For the duds who have been struggling in the lower world for so many years, they have long known that there is no free lunch in this world, and there is no love without reason.

What price would they have to pay to get these wands.

But we can give them anything we have.

"Do you believe in light?"

Dudley's voice was very soft, but the Squibs could hear it clearly.

Letter of light?

They did not believe in the Light, but now they can.

Seeing the Squibs' increasingly determined looks, Dudley smiled with satisfaction.

If we can convince them that light can do it, then what else can't they do?

"I need you to be loyal. Can you do that?"

Without waiting for the Squibs to express their determination, Dudley added, as if afraid they might not understand.

"What I need is absolute loyalty."

Emphasis is placed on the word 'absolutely'.

"If loyalty is not absolute, then it is absolutely disloyal."

"I do not like."

Dudley slowly took out a parchment scroll that looked very old.

"I won't force you to make a fair deal now."

"Sign it if you agree, but let me make it clear in advance that signing this contract means you will never betray me."

"Otherwise, your souls will never have peace."

Dudley placed the scroll on the table and put a pen next to it.

The duds rushed forward and signed their names on it without hesitation.

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