In one night, Dudley had tamed all the Cornish elves.
The good news is that even after taming such a large group, Dudley's body didn't show any abnormality, but his spirit was slightly depressed.
The bad news is that not all Cornish elves can evolve to LV2. Except for the first one, they all just stay at LV1.
Perhaps because of the Cornish elf's lesson in the first lesson, Lockhart's subsequent lessons no longer had practical content.
In each class, 2-3 little wizards are asked to simply interpret the content. This is considered imparting knowledge, but it is extremely perfunctory.
Rather than calling it a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it would be more appropriate to call it a drama performance.
It's empty, boring, without any emotions, and the key is that you can't learn any knowledge, even if the experiences in his book are very exciting.
But...that is, that is not learning material, just like you can't learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Eight Parts of the Dragon.
Hermione therefore reduced Lockhart's evaluation to the lowest level - not as good as Professor Quirrell, at least he could learn how to deal with trolls.
The discipline team still used the almost predatory method to harvest the points in the hands of the professors.
At present, except for a few young wizards in the four major colleges who are still working hard, most of them have given up. And those young wizards who are still working hard don't know that they have been put on the assessment list of the disciplinary team.
In this way, I spent the first month of my second grade safely.
It was still night, so Dudley slowly pushed open the door to the room, moved his slightly sore neck, and immediately made a sound like fried beans.
"Finally finished"
Looking at the finished object in his hand, he showed a rare smile of satisfaction.
This is a prop that he spent a long time developing.
The latest product of alchemy + magic equipment transformation.
It was a spherical object, mainly red and white. A gap divided it into two halves, the upper part was red, the lower part was white, and there was a circular pattern in the center of the sphere.
If anyone from Dudley's previous life saw it, they would definitely exclaim about the Poké Ball? !
It's so similar.
Except for the circular pattern in the middle, the ball made by Dudley is not white but light blue in the middle. There is a small part of the 'magic crystal' that Voldemort obtained after forging it.
Anyway, Pixie and Charizard are here.
Not bad for such a ball.
Dudley originally wanted to call it Magical Beast Ball, but it was too ugly, so he called it Poke Ball instead.
"Go ahead."
Dudley gently threw it up, and the fake version of the Poké Ball opened. With a flash of light, Pixie appeared in front of him.
"Gahwu!"
Pixie made a fierce expression in cooperation.
feel good.
After casually throwing a ration to Pixie, Dudley picked up the fake Poke Ball and pointed it at Pixie's position. A red light shone on Pixie, and with this light, he took it back.
The fake version of the Poké Ball quickly shrank to only one-third of its original size, and was gently placed on the waist. With a slight "click", it was tightly attached to the waist.
Don't underestimate this little sphere.
This is an alchemical product with a very high magic content.
The red light is an exclusive flying spell, and the internal space is cast with a traceless stretching spell. Being able to be absorbed at the waist is the principle of the fixing spell. The change in size is the most important point of the transformation spell. There are also elements in the whole elf ball. Added contract
No one can use it except Dudley.
Ever since the Poké Ball came out of the cottage, Dudley felt like he had found a new toy, heading into the Forbidden Forest. But this time he was no longer looking for magical plants, but instead looking for magical animals.
Needless to say, it took a week for Dudley to find several good magical animals.
A Niffler, a Badger and a Mandrake.
Well, Mandrake, which is obviously a magical plant, was actually domesticated by Dudley. I don’t know why.
These were all put into a copycat version of the 'Elf Ball' by Dudley.
Unfortunately, the two magical animals, Charizard and Bald Pony, cannot be tamed at the moment, presumably because Dudley's domestication level is too low.
The only pity is that the 'magic crystal' is limited and cannot be mass-produced. Otherwise, Dudley would have to make 180 of them and hide them in a small bag around his waist.
Think about it, Dursley gave an order, and one hundred thousand magical creatures rushed out in an instant and gave the opponent a slap that was guaranteed to turn him into a pig's head.
Dudley didn't like to take matters into his own hands. After all, people like him who had great virtues and talents liked to convince others with reason.
Currently, his dream of 100,000 magical creatures is already four hundred thousandths away.
Dudley was already thinking about how to obtain more 'magic crystals'.
Wait, it seems that the raw materials are available there.
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Harry feels that he has been very unlucky recently. He has been targeted by a first-year Gryffindor named Colin. Recently, he has been keeping watch over him and taking pictures of him.
You know, Harry doesn't like being famous.
What he loved most was following Dudley silently.
For this reason, Malfoy often made fun of this.
Of course, this is not the most unlucky thing. Apart from Colin, there is actually another person who is also eyeing him - the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lockhart.
Since the beginning of school, Lockhart has been looking for opportunities to get close to Harry, find opportunities to be alone with Harry, and try to teach him how to use his fame.
As for why not Dudley? Dudley doesn't care about him at all, and Dudley's reputation is limited to Hogwarts and a few people who know his identity as teacher Jerry. The most important thing is that he is not as good as Harry Potter. Famous.
You must know that the name Harry Potter alone is a golden sign.
That was the savior who saved the magical world.
It's not too much to say that all the wizards in the magical world owe him ten galleons.
On this day, after the boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry was once again retained by Lockhart without any surprise.
Lockhart asks Harry to help him write replies to his fans.
Harry was not Dudley, so he couldn't ignore Lockhart. He was only in his second year and couldn't refuse a professor's request.
So he stayed and worked with Lockhart to respond to the letters sent by fans.
'Maybe I can help Brother D answer fan mail in the future. '
Harry tried to comfort himself.
Obviously Lockhart and Brother D are both authors, why do I never see Brother D replying to fan letters?
Harry was thinking wildly while unconsciously listening to the 'experience' imparted by Lockhart.
"Who is it? How dare you disturb your deep sleep and awaken the great one."
"I'm so hungry. Blood, I want blood, I want a living sacrifice."
"Let me eat it and you can eat it."
The hoarse, confused and resentful voice startled Harry.
He quickly asked Lockhart, who was sitting next to him and was intoxicated with himself, but the other party heard nothing.
Harry was 100% sure that it was definitely not an auditory hallucination.
What should I do if I have difficulties? Just look for Brother D.
What should I do if I have any doubts? Just look for Brother D.
What should I do if I have a problem? Just look for Brother D.
So. Why not ask the magical Brother D?
So at the end of morning practice the next day, Harry found Dudley.
(End of chapter)
