Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 101 Harry's Nightmare, Dudley's Warning!

Ecclesia cursed Voldemort in her heart, but on the surface she remained meek and obedient.

At the same time, the brain occlusion procedure was carried out at full capacity.

Beware of Voldemort's ability to seize your soul and mind.

Voldemort was very satisfied with Erkris's performance and shamelessly gave her even more tasks.

"Without affecting the acquisition of the Philosopher's Stone, you can find the right opportunity to help me eliminate Harry Potter and his foul-mouthed, chubby cousin."

Voldemort said coldly.

He still couldn't forget his destined enemy, nor could he forget Dudley calling him an idiot in the underground vault and stopping him from torturing Harry.

"Yes, Master!"

Eckeris agreed without even thinking.

Because she had no intention of doing so in the first place.

Her task was already heavy and difficult enough; only a madman would make it harder for himself. Anyway, Voldemort didn't force her to do it, so she could just say she hadn't found the right time to strike.

Voldemort, unaware of Ecclesia's ulterior motives, saw that there was nothing else to do, twisted his serpentine body, extended his deformed head, touched the tip of Ecclesia's wand, and vanished in a twisted spiral.

Seeing Voldemort leave, Ecclesia sat down on the office sofa with an uncertain expression and pondered silently for a long time.

She formulated an action plan for the next few days before taking out the memory bottle, selectively extracting parts of her memories, carefully storing them in a bottle, and finally putting the memory bottle back into the hidden pocket of her suitcase.

He then used magic to conceal the zipper of the hidden pocket.

……

On Wednesday morning, Dali returned to his dormitory in the dark. This time he came back a little earlier without disturbing any of his roommates.

In the middle of the night, in the wand-making workshop that the Room of Requirement had built for him, he crafted a wand with one and a half of Harry's hair.

That half was a defective product; even the seemingly intact one was a defective product with insufficient power.

Dudley understood that the problem was still that the wood of the staff didn't fit Harry's hair, and Hagrid needed to go to the Forbidden Forest to get new wood.

This cannot be forced; it requires trial and error and should be treated as a long-term task.

Back in his dorm, Dudley was about to change into his pajamas and go to bed for a nap as usual when he noticed something unusual about Harry's bed.

He rushed over and lifted the curtain of Harry's bed to check on Harry's condition.

Harry was lying on the bed, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyelids twitching, his limbs outstretched and struggling, as if he were having a nightmare.

"calmly!"

Dudley immediately cast a calming spell on Harry.

Harry's condition improved; his limbs stopped moving erratically, and he slowly opened his emerald green eyes, seeing Dudley standing by the bedside with a slightly anxious expression.

"Cousin, I...I think I had a nightmare. I dreamt about...I dreamt about that Brazilian python I released from the zoo!"

It seemed to be in great pain. Beneath the scales on the back of its head grew a deformed tumor with fissures, a forked tongue, and… a pair of familiar, evil red eyes… it looked like… Voldemort!

Harry tried to recall what he had dreamt about that night, and recounted it to Dudley in fits and starts.

Dudley frowned upon hearing this. From Harry's description, it wasn't hard to deduce that Voldemort's main soul had possessed the Brazilian python from back then.

Moreover, this giant python, which was parasitized by Voldemort, may very well have already arrived at Hogwarts.

“Harry, think back, where was the giant python in your dream? Was it in the castle or in the woods?”

Dali immediately asked a crucial question.

Harry fell silent and continued to recall, but after a while, even though the scar on his forehead was throbbing, he still couldn't remember any clear images.

"I'm not sure, cousin. I vaguely saw candlelight next to the giant python, and it seemed like there was a figure moving with the candlelight, but the figure was blurry and I couldn't make out any features, so I couldn't see it clearly..."

Harry slowly revealed all the information he knew.

This made Dudley frown even deeper: "Alright, Harry, stop forcing yourself to remember. I've already figured some things out."

The presence of candlelight indicates it's nighttime and indoors; the presence of a shadowy figure suggests Voldemort has found new henchmen and is plotting something.

This noseless, bald, red-eyed monster has most likely arrived at Hogwarts Castle and hooked up with some professor, prefect, student council president, or some skilled night-sleeping wizard.

Because the meeting you dreamed about must have taken place in a private, closed room.

Only these people could sneak into a private room late at night to plot with Voldemort.

“Cousin, this area is huge!” Harry exclaimed.

"Who can argue with that? Besides, I've been roughly observing these groups of people over the past few days and haven't found anything unusual."

That old bastard Voldemort has gotten smarter! He's not directly parasitizing wizards anymore; he's controlling them remotely now!

Dudley stared blankly ahead, muttering to himself as he analyzed, "Voldemort's henchmen this time are tough to deal with! Are they people I haven't been paying attention to? Or... Occlumency?"

No, a brain-blocking procedure can't hide the traces of micro-expressions. Could it be... that they... extracted my memories?!

Dali suddenly realized a possibility he had previously overlooked, and his expression instantly turned serious.

"Great! Great! Don't underestimate the magic world just because there aren't many people there. There are always waves of people skilled in stealth!"

At this moment, Dudley still couldn't be sure who Voldemort's men were in the castle, but his lingering doubts about Professor Ecclesia were completely restored.

"Harry, be on your guard these next few days. Keep your wand with you at all times and be ready for battle!"

Dali reminded his cousin, then added two more "Peaceful Guardian" spells to the dormitory before going back to his own bed to catch up on sleep.

On Wednesday, there are two classes during the day: one is the last herbalism class of the week, and the other is the history of magic class, which is in the morning and afternoon respectively.

Since there was no rush, no one in Harry's dormitory was late for herb class today.

The herbal medicine class was as lively and fulfilling as ever.

But the first history of magic class in the afternoon was an eye-opener for Harry and the others, truly like shit.

Dudley admitted that Professor Binns, who insisted on teaching even in death, was unparalleled in his dedication, but his lectures were just like his ghostly persona—utterly lifeless.

Textbooks on the history of magic are inherently dry, uninteresting, and simplistic historical facts that have been embellished and modified by generations of wizarding rulers.

There is none of the rich historical background, triggers, significance, and reflections on later generations found in Dudley's previous life history textbooks, which can enrich students' worldview and lay the foundation for their spiritual and cultural understanding.

Professor Binns's lectures consisted of nothing more than reciting the textbook content in his old, garbled ghostly arias, without offering any expansions or expressions of his own views.

It's fair to say that this history of magic course has only a hypnotic effect and is completely unnecessary to study.

Dali listened for about twenty minutes before he couldn't take it anymore.

This is a complete waste of life!

He stood up abruptly in class: "Harry, let's go! Let's go to the library to study!"

"Yes, cousin!"