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Chapter 16 Weak Wizard! The Old Man Is About to Attack!
"what?"
Hagrid and Harry stared in astonishment.
"What do you mean 'huh'? I'm strong enough to hold onto Hagrid, and sitting high up is safer. Hagrid is even stronger than me, so carrying me isn't a problem for him. This is the best solution!"
Dali's reasons have always been well-founded and supported by evidence.
"Oh! Dudley! You're a great lad!"
Hagrid felt that Dudley was thinking of Harry's best interests and admired him greatly, sparing no praise.
Harry, however, believed that his cousin must have his reasons for doing so, and that he should follow suit.
Harry nimbly leaped into the cargo bed, while Hagrid struggled to climb in.
As expected, the space in the small truck bed was now completely filled.
Dudley's eyes flashed, and with a running start and a jump, he grabbed Hagrid's elbow and used it for leverage, landing perfectly on Hagrid's shoulder.
This position allows Dali to secretly search the upper pockets of Hagrid's coat and shirt without anyone noticing.
If things go smoothly and no outsiders interfere, Dudley's "switcheroo" plan will be easily completed on his return trip after retrieving the contents of the underground vault.
"Hurry up! The train is about to depart!"
The fairy ring gave a reminder, and the little car, which had no power system, sped along the winding railway tracks.
"what--"
Harry and Dudley shouted excitedly, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of speeding through the dark environment.
Hagrid didn't think so. He was so dizzy from being jostled around by the car, which kept veering to the left and right, that he felt like throwing up. But Keda held onto his big head tightly, making him even more dizzy.
During the rapid journey to the Gringotts underground vault.
Sitting high up, Dali was shouting excitedly, but his mind was completely calm.
"System, fuse the magical blood of three packs of Harry!" he issued a clear command through his mind.
[Command received! Consume 1 D-grade magic item fusion opportunity.]
The three refrigerated blood packs that Dudley had tightly wrapped in tin foil and cotton inside his coat instantly shriveled up, all the blood stored inside disappearing completely, turning into invisible and colorless light and merging into Dudley's body.
【Congratulations to the host! 】
[Gained the bloodline of a low-level wizard!]
[From this moment forward, you are no longer a Muggle, but a useless little wizard with no potential for improvement, capable of learning at most five common spells!]
[Gain a weakened version of Mother's Love Protection!]
Now, Lily Potter's maternal love and sacrifice can offer some protection to her sister's son!
[Before the host reaches adulthood, they can briefly withstand and reflect one instant-death attack (both the damage from the defense and reflection is 80% of the instant-death attack's power). They can also inflict a backlash from someone harboring murderous intent towards the host upon contact (the backlash damage is half of the murderous intent).]
During the high-speed journey, Dali felt himself being enveloped by a small, warm current, which was very comfortable.
At the same time, Dudley, who had successfully obtained wizard blood, experienced his first magical outburst!
A very faint gust of air was generated, giving the speeding car a 'push' from behind.
And then... and then that was it.
It's not even as good as Hagrid blowing a strong breath!
This isn't a magical surge; it's clearly a magical writhing!
Dudley had anticipated this situation, but he still couldn't help feeling slightly disappointed.
Fortunately, he never pinned his hopes of becoming stronger on Harry's blood.
On the speeding railcar, Dudley silently transformed from a Muggle into a wizard, without Hagrid, Harry, or the goblin Gripping noticing at all.
Harry was still marveling at the stalactites of all sizes above the underground space and the faint glow of flames in the darkness in the far distance, which seemed to be emitted by a domesticated fire dragon.
Pull-Ring was using fairy magic to move the car, while Hagrid was still feeling nauseous and dizzy from the shaking and swaying.
Everything was so harmonious.
Meanwhile, in a mysterious ancient castle far away, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which has not yet opened for the year, two ancient artifacts that have been passed down for thousands of years are in conflict.
"Professor Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore! The Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance are at war!"
Minerva McGonagall, the nominal vice-principal of Hogwarts but the actual headmaster, hurried towards the headmaster's office.
After reciting the name of a bizarre dessert as a password, Ms. McGonagall passed through the statue blocking the entrance to the Headmaster's Office and met the greatest wizard of the twentieth century.
An old man with white hair, a long white beard, and a crooked nose.
"Don't get excited, Minerva! Want a honey candy?" The wise old man always disguised himself with a childlike heart.
"Thanks, Dumbledore! Rather than eating candy, I think you should come with me to see the status of the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance; they're fighting over a name!"
The hardworking Professor McGonagall was clearly more pragmatic.
A moment later, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall arrived at the place where the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance were kept.
By this time, the dispute between the two ancient magical items had subsided.
After some perception and investigation, the Book of Admission granted the Pen of Acceptance's request to write.
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall watched helplessly as the Pen of Acceptance added a name to the end of the list of young wizards to be admitted to the school year in the Book of Admission:
Dudley Dursley.
"The Dursleys?! The Dursleys Harry was fostered in?!"
Professor McGonagall looked on incredulously. "How could this be? If the child born to that mean-spirited Muggle couple had any potential, that name should have appeared in the Book of Admission eleven years ago!"
Dumbledore's expression also became somewhat serious. Over the years, through the investigations of members of the Order of the Phoenix, such as the Squib Mrs. Figg, Mr. Dugger, and some other unofficial wizards, he had always had a general understanding of the Dursleys' situation.
I know that Dudley Dursley is a thoughtful, principled, and unconventional little Muggle.
To this end, he even hid and observed Dudley and Harry's daily life of going to school and playing up close.
Dumbledore was 100% certain that Dudley Dursley was not a person with wizarding talent, but just a curious little Muggle who was interested in wizarding and mysticism.
This is somewhat similar to his mother's childhood.
but now……
"The Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance are not broken!" Dumbledore said after sensing the situation. "Moreover, they have never malfunctioned!"
"So... this little Dursley really did go from being a Muggle to a wizard?!"
Professor McGonagall still couldn't believe it; this was a challenge to her understanding. The idea that Muggles couldn't become wizards was an ironclad rule deeply ingrained in the minds of modern wizards.
"Hagrid wrote to me that he arrived at the Dursleys' house last night and met Harry and Dudley. In Harry's previous reply, Harry said he wanted his cousin Dudley to go with him to buy school supplies."
By now, Hagrid should have brought them to Diagon Alley, and might even be inside Gringotts.
Dumbledore analyzed it step by step.
Professor McGonagall had a sudden flash of inspiration and made a guess: "Gringotts? Dumbledore, you sent Hagrid to retrieve that thing? Could Dudley becoming a wizard be because of...?"
“Minerva, don’t tell anyone else about this. Just assume that Dudley Dursley’s name was written in the Book of Admission eleven years ago! Now, I need to go to Diagon Alley!”
Dumbledore pondered for a moment and then made a decision.
A large, fiery red bird was summoned and flew from the headmaster's office, circling above Dumbledore's head.
The old man with the crooked nose and crescent-shaped glasses stretched out his two old arms and nimbly grabbed the phoenix's claws.
The next instant, a fiery red spiral of light flashed.
The old man and the big bird both disappeared.