Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 199 197. Banban is my brother

'It worked? '

Dudley was incredulous. Aren't dementors only afraid of the Patronus Curse?

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

So Dudley tried the lighting technique of this world again - fluorescent flashes, and as expected, it couldn't have any effect on the dementors.

If Luminosity works, then Raging Flames should.

Only the lighting technique taught by the system can.

Dudley tried the lighting technique again, and sure enough, it could cause damage to the dementor.

The place irradiated by the lighting technique is like being burned by fire, and the rotting body becomes scorched black, but the real flame cannot burn the dementor.

'Magic, how interesting! '

"Then try this again?"

Dudley stretched out a finger again, and golden sparks burst out from the fingertips. This time it was not the lighting technique, but the ripple qigong.

Aiming at a dementor is just a light poke.

The poke didn't matter, the Dementor roared again, this time with a reaction stronger than the Illumination.

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

'Huh? '

Dudley poked again, another hole.

Another poke, another hole.

He poked Dudley and fell into thought.

It was like facing a vampire wearing a stone mask.

Those vampires are also afraid of Ripple Qigong.

No, not only is he afraid of Ripple Qigong, but even the way it is formed is very similar.

After being absorbed by a vampire, it will become a corpse with the same nature as a vampire, and to create a new dementor needs to absorb a person's soul before it can be created.

One is physical, one is spiritual

"Um?"

By the time Dudley reacted and retracted his fingers, the dementor had already been lying on the ground from a floating state, dying with only one breath left.

Its body is riddled with holes, and there are countless holes.

The tattered cloak that was originally worn on his body was completely turned into a strip of cloth at this time.

‘Unfortunately, there were other experiments planned. '

Dudley looked at the dementor regretfully.

'Then let's make one last contribution by utilizing waste. '

Dudley stepped on the ground and clasped his hands together, the formation array under the dementor gradually changed, and the color also turned blood red.

The essence of a dementor is the soul.

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

Then Dudley silently took out half a pig fan and threw it in the center of the forming formation to be stacked with the dementors.

It had become Dudley's good habit to carry pork with him.

Not long after, the red light gradually dissipated, and the pork, the rotten cloth strips on the dementor, and the dementor itself all disappeared, leaving only a Philosopher's Stone lying on the ground alone.

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

There are no magical crystals around, and the dementors are not like the remnants of Voldemort.

But just one Philosopher's Stone is enough.

It's a pity that this red color is not the bright red made from Voldemort's remnant soul, but dark red, and through the light, it can be seen that the ruby ​​is full of impurities.

It is a sage stone of low quality.

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

What quality can't do with quantity can make up for everything.

Voldemort didn't count all his horcruxes, but dementors are different. As a native product of Azkaban, they can be found everywhere in the mountains and plains.

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

‘Now if there is a chance, you can catch a few more, these are all moving sages’ stones. '

The dementors flying around outside Hogwarts Castle didn't know that they had been targeted.

After dinner the next day, Ron, who was planning to play a wonderful and exciting game of wizard cards with Harry, was stopped by Dudley.

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

"Yes." Ron sighed, whether it was a blessing or a curse, it was a disaster that couldn't be avoided.

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

A door appeared on the wall, Dudley gently unscrewed 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.

"The Room of Requirement."

"Hogwarts always surprises us a lot."

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

"sit."

Ron sat down nervously.

Although we have known each other for so long, Ron still feels a little apprehensive to be alone with Dudley.

The aura emanating from Dudley was too strong.

"Ron, would you mind switching to a pet?"

It's over, it's over. Brother D really wants to feed Banban to that fat cat.

Dudley's first words made Ron's heart cold, and he said in a voice that was almost pleading.

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

Dudley:?

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

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

Of course, no one would eat Banban, and the one who eats Banban is not human at all.

"Banban is my only partner, my brother, my dear friend! I can't lose him!"

Although Ron was scared, he still defended his pet loudly, holding Scabbers tightly in his arms.

Ever since Hermione brought Crookshanks back to the Gryffindor common room, he has been wearing Scabbers all the time, for fear that someone who is not paying attention will be snatched away and eaten. As the owner, Ron is undoubtedly qualified.

Banban's condition was not very good, his expression was a little sluggish, 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 reassuring himself.

"You really didn't understand me."

Dudley took out a small cage from his left pocket, and in the middle of the soft cushions lay a sleeping Niffler.

It wasn't the one Dudley had raised himself, but one of Niffler's cubs.

"I remember you said that you wanted to raise a Nixiu."

Dudley said softly.

It was Ron's dream to raise a sniffing pet, but their family couldn't afford such an expensive pet, and it couldn't be said that they couldn't afford it, but Mrs. Weasley wouldn't spend so much Galleons to buy one for Ron. pet.

The price of a sniff is much higher than the price of a magic wand.

‘Actually, I don’t like Scabbers that much either. '

Sniffing Ron almost blurted out, looking at the small, squishy, ​​cuddly creature in the cage.

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

Dudley put down the cage with some regret.

Ron's eyes hadn't moved away from the moment the Niffler appeared.