Chapter 260 Dudley's Change and Dementor Attack
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
[Magic Power: Level 5 (4200/10000)]
[Spells: Levitation Curse (Level 5), Transformation Curse (Level 5, dragon shape is optional), Illusion Curse (Level 5),
火焰熊熊（5级）、粉身碎骨（5级）、厉火（5级）、大脑封闭术（5级）、守护神咒（5级）、铁甲咒（5级）、石化咒（5级）……】
【技能：短武器精通（7级）、大剑精通（6级）、热武器精通（2级）、如尼文精通（6级）、炼金术精通（6级）、古魔法精通（3级）】
[Blessings: physical fitness, quick attack, precision, Xueba 2, pilot, long-distance running, sword dance, night devil, troll buster,
Knight, Fire Eater, Deterrence, Hardening, Draconic, Botanist, Studious, Foresight, Invisibility, Insight, Prophet,
Soul Walker, Backtracker, Panic, Vientiane, Niannian, Heart Lock, Oak Mage, Shadow of Destruction, Petrification, Dead Eye, Longevity, Parseltongue]
The call panel comes out of the panel, except for the addition of blessings, there is not much change.
With 5 random points, John looked at the various spells.
After the petrification curse was fused with the blood of the basilisk, it also reached level 5.
Ancient magic is still level 3, and it seems that more knowledge is needed to upgrade, while Niwen and alchemy are grayed out.
He didn't forget to practice during this time, and after a full school year, it was still not enough to light up.
"Transformation can be upgraded, and there is also the Iron Armor Curse."
John allocated two random points, and the Transformation Curse reached level 6, and the Iron Armor Curse reached level 6.
He tried it, and he could directly turn a cup into a living mouse without chanting a spell.
This level is almost the same as that of Professor McGonagall in the first year.
Then came the Iron Armor Curse, and a layer of armor-like phantom appeared on his body.
The phantom did not disperse, and he reached out and knocked, as if hitting the armor.
"After level 6, there will be a qualitative change." John was thoughtful.
Level 5 can be said to be the peak level of ordinary people, and to go up, you need talent and your own understanding.
With 3 random points left, John hesitated and upgraded the Crushing Curse.
This spell was the first lethal spell he learned, and it was also the one he used the most easily.
After level 6, the Shattering spell changes a lot.
With a thought in his mind, he tapped his wand, and the white light spread out in ripples, shattering everything it touched.
The charged white light was on the tip of the wand, he flicked the wand, and the crushing spell turned into an electric whip and pulled out.
"Can cast a crushing spell in a variety of shapes."
The shattering spell spread out and hit the table like a thousand bullets, and John successfully unlocked a new form.
At present, there are four kinds of shattering spells that can be changed, and the corresponding power and effect of each are different.
The first one is the ripple, which has a slightly poor crushing ability, but a large damage range.
The second is thunder and lightning, the attack range is average, and the damage is not so high, but it is flexible and changeable.
The third is scattered, like a shotgun, it fires a small shattering spell, causing damage to a large area.
The fourth is accumulating power, which is the most powerful, and it is not much different from ordinary shattering spells.
John's favorite is Ripple, which has a wide range, followed by energy storage.
Thunderbolt looks cool, but in fact it doesn't do that much.
The remaining 2 points are random points, the old rules, stay for self-defense.
. . .
John has been back for almost a week.
This day, he was in the attic, and he saw a person running past below, and he felt a little familiar.
"Is that... Dudley?"
He blinked and rubbed his eyes again.
John looked down at Dudley, who looked a little fat, but had lost a lot of weight, and was surprised.
The current Dudley is not the fat man he was a year ago, nor is he in the thin range.
Rather, it is a medium body, with the fat under the skin converted to muscle.
It is said that he also won the Southeast Junior Heavyweight Intercollegiate Boxing Championship.
He has really changed a lot, and John's recipes give him great confidence.
He prefers those beef to those unpalatable vegetables.
If he ate too much, Petunia Dursley made him exercise.
Coudley didn't like that kind of regular exercise, until a week before Christmas, he ran into John's uncle Andre.
Seeing with his own eyes how Andre broke a thick tree in just 1 minute, he fell in love with boxing completely.
Vernon only tried to let him train at first, but he didn't expect this to get out of hand.
Fighting with a senior, Dudley managed to bring him down, and he was knocked down by a few people who emerged from behind.
This aroused his competitiveness even more, and now he is not only the champion of the intercollegiate boxing competition, but also signed up for a Junior Cup boxing competition.
An agent took a fancy to him and exclaimed that he was a natural heavy gunner.
This made Dudley gain fame and became a star in the boxing gym.
As long as he is old enough, he will directly enter the ring.
It's all given to him by John's recipes.
He knew that Harry's return meant John was back too.
It's just that I haven't seen John for several days, and finally saw John, so he mustered up the courage to say hello below.
"Hey, John."
He waved down below, and John smiled.
"Dudley, I am impressed by your change."
John gave him a thumbs up, and this was the first time Dudley had been praised by John.
That feeling is even more exciting than winning the championship trophy.
Dudley went for a run pumping his fists, and he asked some friends out for training.
Although he is still a bully, he rarely bullies those children anymore.
His goal is to punch the stronger ones, and he's tired of the weak ones.
John was relieved to see him so encouraged.
"I need to study that bottle of potion." John said to himself.
Heading to the basement, there is a loud bang.
Cars started ringing and residents opened their windows to see what was going on.
John frowned as he looked at the remaining traces of magic.
"Disapparation?"
Apparating in broad daylight in a residential area of the Muggle world, and it seems that the person's mastery of apparating is not of a very high level.
Just now, he was too busy saying hello to Dudley, and didn't notice any sneaky people on the side of the road.
"It's not for me."
None of the magic in the house has been touched, so it means it's not coming for you.
There are only two wizards in this place, one is John and the other is Harry.
"That's none of my business."
John turned away blankly.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Vernon Dursley coming out and apologizing to the neighbors for bumping into a car by accident.
. . .
Inside the basement.
John had a weird expression on his face.
"It's so strange. Most of the substances in it are ordinary, but some of them are extremely rare in the magic world, and there is one that cannot be tested."
What is this concept?
John's alchemy is fully developed, and it is more than enough to say that he is a master of alchemy.
Potion masters are rare, but it is not a problem for eight or nine to survive.
Alchemy masters, no more than three in 100 years.
To be able to reach John's level, the starting point is to be over 80 years old.
Level 7 alchemy, John has only met one so far, and that is his teacher, Nicole Flamel.
Godric Gryffindor is half of them. In fact, he doesn't know much about alchemy, but he is good at refining weapons.
Probably because he was so annoyed by the goblins at the beginning, he thought about making a sword by himself.
It's a pity that he didn't have the level of a goblin, so he didn't leave behind one or two alchemy items.
Among the other three of the Big Four, there may be level 7 alchemy.
The Room of Requirement is the best proof. It is a great magic, and it also needs powerful alchemy works as a support.
Salazar Slater showed from the secret room he left behind that he was also very strong in alchemy, but it is not known whether it was him or not.
Closer to home.
If John, who has level 6 alchemy, can't distinguish it, then it is very likely that this substance is not owned by the magical world.
"What is that? Why would Jovonovich have it?"
He couldn't understand Jovonovich more and more, they were full of mystery.
Even John had some doubts whether his grandfather's family was also a wizard.
Alexei obviously found something, so he left this bottle of potion.
Is it really a wizard?
As he was thinking, on the desktop in the basement, the magic was touched.
John looked serious and looked up. The map projected on the desktop was not inside the home, but outside.
It was almost dark outside, and he saw a familiar thing, but it seemed that someone had taken off his clothes.
"Dementors?"
. . .
Near the park, Dudley returned from training.
"Hey, Brother D!"
Dudley had just separated from his companions when he turned his head and saw Harry.
"It's you." Dudley didn't really want to be with Harry.
Not only because he often used Harry as a sandbag, but also because he was afraid of that wand.
Harry asked, "Since when did you become Brother D?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Dudley ignored Harry, turned and left.
"That's a pretty cool name," Harry grinned, and walked forward with Dudley, "but in my opinion, you'll always be 'Dada Baby',"
Dudley clenched his hands into fists, and he recalled Vernon's words, don't confront Harry.
It seemed that Vernon took John's words to heart. If Harry was fired one day and came to stay with the Dursleys, the police really couldn't help him.
Harry had a good time at the Dursleys' house during this time, but he could always think of the days when he was bullied.
In addition, he was isolated these days, not only Hermione and Ron, but even Sirius told him not to leave the Dursleys' house.
Obviously, both Hermione and Ron were in the Burrow, but he couldn't go out, which made him very frustrated.
He even thought that he was the first person to find out about Voldemort's return, but he was like an outsider.
And Sirius told him not to be reckless and impulsive, which made him feel funny. After all, Sirius was the most impulsive one. He was imprisoned for more than ten years and escaped from Azkaban.
"Who did you beat up tonight?" Harry continued to follow in Dudley's footsteps, without a smile on his face, and said, "Another ten-year-old boy? I know you beat Mark Eyre two days ago." Vance."
Although Mark Evans has the same surname as Harry's mother, it has nothing to do with it, just a coincidence.
Dudley also thought of that little boy, who said that he was a gorilla who had lost his hair, and was taught a lesson by himself.
Dudley said angrily, "That's what he asked for, he insulted me."
"Really? Did he say you're like a pig walking on two legs? Hey, that's not an insult, Dada, that's the truth."
Dudley's facial muscles were twitching, and he wanted to smash Harry's babbling mouth with his fist.
And seeing that Dudley was not feeling well, Harry finally vented his isolation.
Trying to vent his anger, Harry didn't stop.
They turned into the alley where Harry had once seen the big black dog.
This alley is darker than the rest because there are no street lights.
Dudley thought about beating Harry here, giving him a lesson before he got his wand out.
And Harry was still provoking tirelessly, and seemed to be expecting Dudley to make a move.
At this moment, it suddenly became cold.
The feeling felt familiar to Harry.
Suddenly there was no light in the sky, and they seemed to be deprived of their eyes.
Dudley thought it was Harry's fault, and shook his fist in horror to stop him.
As luck would have it, a punch hit Harry, causing him to fall, dropping the wand he was holding, and nearly passing out.
This is a punch known as the future heavy gunner, and its power can be imagined.
In the end, Harry survived, calling the wand to use fluorescent flashes, and found the trace of the wand.
A hooded figure appeared, a dementor.
Before Harry could pick up his wand, two dementors moved towards Harry and Dudley.
Before he could use his wand, Harry was pinned against the wall.
The dementor soaked up the joy and even wanted a big kiss.
Suddenly, one after another black silk thread wrapped around the dementor in front of Dudley along the ground.
To Harry's horror, the dementor screamed, more frightened.
The silk thread dragged the dementor, and no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't get rid of it, and it headed towards the shadow of the street corner.
The dementor next to Harry was taken aback, and at the moment of distraction, Hello rolled over and picked up the wand.
"Expectopatronum"
The silver light repelled the dementors, and just as he was about to go to the shadow, Harry's brows twitched suddenly, and the silver light couldn't move forward.
Watching the silver light dissipate, Harry looked in that direction again, and he felt as if someone was looking at him.
He swallowed nervously, went to pull Dudley up with all his strength, and ran away.
After he left, in a dark corner, two groups of pure silver-white souls floated in John's palm.
He didn't help Harry, but Harry reacted quickly and killed the dementor instead.
Glancing at the two groups of souls, he casually put them into the bottle.
"The dementors appear here, and the dementors in Azkaban don't seem to be so loyal."
John could figure out whose idea it was, so bad that he wondered if magic had messed with his brain.
He smiled coldly and said, "Since it's useless, why not become my material."
He is the dementor in Azkaban, what a good material.
These two groups were first refined into soul potions and sent to Nagini.
And this time Harry made a move, which made the Dursleys' house lively.
. . .
(Today's second update (2/2))
[Spells: Levitation Curse (Level 5), Transformation Curse (Level 5, dragon shape is optional), Illusion Curse (Level 5),
火焰熊熊（5级）、粉身碎骨（5级）、厉火（5级）、大脑封闭术（5级）、守护神咒（5级）、铁甲咒（5级）、石化咒（5级）……】
【技能：短武器精通（7级）、大剑精通（6级）、热武器精通（2级）、如尼文精通（6级）、炼金术精通（6级）、古魔法精通（3级）】
[Blessings: physical fitness, quick attack, precision, Xueba 2, pilot, long-distance running, sword dance, night devil, troll buster,
Knight, Fire Eater, Deterrence, Hardening, Draconic, Botanist, Studious, Foresight, Invisibility, Insight, Prophet,
Soul Walker, Backtracker, Panic, Vientiane, Niannian, Heart Lock, Oak Mage, Shadow of Destruction, Petrification, Dead Eye, Longevity, Parseltongue]
The call panel comes out of the panel, except for the addition of blessings, there is not much change.
With 5 random points, John looked at the various spells.
After the petrification curse was fused with the blood of the basilisk, it also reached level 5.
Ancient magic is still level 3, and it seems that more knowledge is needed to upgrade, while Niwen and alchemy are grayed out.
He didn't forget to practice during this time, and after a full school year, it was still not enough to light up.
"Transformation can be upgraded, and there is also the Iron Armor Curse."
John allocated two random points, and the Transformation Curse reached level 6, and the Iron Armor Curse reached level 6.
He tried it, and he could directly turn a cup into a living mouse without chanting a spell.
This level is almost the same as that of Professor McGonagall in the first year.
Then came the Iron Armor Curse, and a layer of armor-like phantom appeared on his body.
The phantom did not disperse, and he reached out and knocked, as if hitting the armor.
"After level 6, there will be a qualitative change." John was thoughtful.
Level 5 can be said to be the peak level of ordinary people, and to go up, you need talent and your own understanding.
With 3 random points left, John hesitated and upgraded the Crushing Curse.
This spell was the first lethal spell he learned, and it was also the one he used the most easily.
After level 6, the Shattering spell changes a lot.
With a thought in his mind, he tapped his wand, and the white light spread out in ripples, shattering everything it touched.
The charged white light was on the tip of the wand, he flicked the wand, and the crushing spell turned into an electric whip and pulled out.
"Can cast a crushing spell in a variety of shapes."
The shattering spell spread out and hit the table like a thousand bullets, and John successfully unlocked a new form.
At present, there are four kinds of shattering spells that can be changed, and the corresponding power and effect of each are different.
The first one is the ripple, which has a slightly poor crushing ability, but a large damage range.
The second is thunder and lightning, the attack range is average, and the damage is not so high, but it is flexible and changeable.
The third is scattered, like a shotgun, it fires a small shattering spell, causing damage to a large area.
The fourth is accumulating power, which is the most powerful, and it is not much different from ordinary shattering spells.
John's favorite is Ripple, which has a wide range, followed by energy storage.
Thunderbolt looks cool, but in fact it doesn't do that much.
The remaining 2 points are random points, the old rules, stay for self-defense.
. . .
John has been back for almost a week.
This day, he was in the attic, and he saw a person running past below, and he felt a little familiar.
"Is that... Dudley?"
He blinked and rubbed his eyes again.
John looked down at Dudley, who looked a little fat, but had lost a lot of weight, and was surprised.
The current Dudley is not the fat man he was a year ago, nor is he in the thin range.
Rather, it is a medium body, with the fat under the skin converted to muscle.
It is said that he also won the Southeast Junior Heavyweight Intercollegiate Boxing Championship.
He has really changed a lot, and John's recipes give him great confidence.
He prefers those beef to those unpalatable vegetables.
If he ate too much, Petunia Dursley made him exercise.
Coudley didn't like that kind of regular exercise, until a week before Christmas, he ran into John's uncle Andre.
Seeing with his own eyes how Andre broke a thick tree in just 1 minute, he fell in love with boxing completely.
Vernon only tried to let him train at first, but he didn't expect this to get out of hand.
Fighting with a senior, Dudley managed to bring him down, and he was knocked down by a few people who emerged from behind.
This aroused his competitiveness even more, and now he is not only the champion of the intercollegiate boxing competition, but also signed up for a Junior Cup boxing competition.
An agent took a fancy to him and exclaimed that he was a natural heavy gunner.
This made Dudley gain fame and became a star in the boxing gym.
As long as he is old enough, he will directly enter the ring.
It's all given to him by John's recipes.
He knew that Harry's return meant John was back too.
It's just that I haven't seen John for several days, and finally saw John, so he mustered up the courage to say hello below.
"Hey, John."
He waved down below, and John smiled.
"Dudley, I am impressed by your change."
John gave him a thumbs up, and this was the first time Dudley had been praised by John.
That feeling is even more exciting than winning the championship trophy.
Dudley went for a run pumping his fists, and he asked some friends out for training.
Although he is still a bully, he rarely bullies those children anymore.
His goal is to punch the stronger ones, and he's tired of the weak ones.
John was relieved to see him so encouraged.
"I need to study that bottle of potion." John said to himself.
Heading to the basement, there is a loud bang.
Cars started ringing and residents opened their windows to see what was going on.
John frowned as he looked at the remaining traces of magic.
"Disapparation?"
Apparating in broad daylight in a residential area of the Muggle world, and it seems that the person's mastery of apparating is not of a very high level.
Just now, he was too busy saying hello to Dudley, and didn't notice any sneaky people on the side of the road.
"It's not for me."
None of the magic in the house has been touched, so it means it's not coming for you.
There are only two wizards in this place, one is John and the other is Harry.
"That's none of my business."
John turned away blankly.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Vernon Dursley coming out and apologizing to the neighbors for bumping into a car by accident.
. . .
Inside the basement.
John had a weird expression on his face.
"It's so strange. Most of the substances in it are ordinary, but some of them are extremely rare in the magic world, and there is one that cannot be tested."
What is this concept?
John's alchemy is fully developed, and it is more than enough to say that he is a master of alchemy.
Potion masters are rare, but it is not a problem for eight or nine to survive.
Alchemy masters, no more than three in 100 years.
To be able to reach John's level, the starting point is to be over 80 years old.
Level 7 alchemy, John has only met one so far, and that is his teacher, Nicole Flamel.
Godric Gryffindor is half of them. In fact, he doesn't know much about alchemy, but he is good at refining weapons.
Probably because he was so annoyed by the goblins at the beginning, he thought about making a sword by himself.
It's a pity that he didn't have the level of a goblin, so he didn't leave behind one or two alchemy items.
Among the other three of the Big Four, there may be level 7 alchemy.
The Room of Requirement is the best proof. It is a great magic, and it also needs powerful alchemy works as a support.
Salazar Slater showed from the secret room he left behind that he was also very strong in alchemy, but it is not known whether it was him or not.
Closer to home.
If John, who has level 6 alchemy, can't distinguish it, then it is very likely that this substance is not owned by the magical world.
"What is that? Why would Jovonovich have it?"
He couldn't understand Jovonovich more and more, they were full of mystery.
Even John had some doubts whether his grandfather's family was also a wizard.
Alexei obviously found something, so he left this bottle of potion.
Is it really a wizard?
As he was thinking, on the desktop in the basement, the magic was touched.
John looked serious and looked up. The map projected on the desktop was not inside the home, but outside.
It was almost dark outside, and he saw a familiar thing, but it seemed that someone had taken off his clothes.
"Dementors?"
. . .
Near the park, Dudley returned from training.
"Hey, Brother D!"
Dudley had just separated from his companions when he turned his head and saw Harry.
"It's you." Dudley didn't really want to be with Harry.
Not only because he often used Harry as a sandbag, but also because he was afraid of that wand.
Harry asked, "Since when did you become Brother D?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Dudley ignored Harry, turned and left.
"That's a pretty cool name," Harry grinned, and walked forward with Dudley, "but in my opinion, you'll always be 'Dada Baby',"
Dudley clenched his hands into fists, and he recalled Vernon's words, don't confront Harry.
It seemed that Vernon took John's words to heart. If Harry was fired one day and came to stay with the Dursleys, the police really couldn't help him.
Harry had a good time at the Dursleys' house during this time, but he could always think of the days when he was bullied.
In addition, he was isolated these days, not only Hermione and Ron, but even Sirius told him not to leave the Dursleys' house.
Obviously, both Hermione and Ron were in the Burrow, but he couldn't go out, which made him very frustrated.
He even thought that he was the first person to find out about Voldemort's return, but he was like an outsider.
And Sirius told him not to be reckless and impulsive, which made him feel funny. After all, Sirius was the most impulsive one. He was imprisoned for more than ten years and escaped from Azkaban.
"Who did you beat up tonight?" Harry continued to follow in Dudley's footsteps, without a smile on his face, and said, "Another ten-year-old boy? I know you beat Mark Eyre two days ago." Vance."
Although Mark Evans has the same surname as Harry's mother, it has nothing to do with it, just a coincidence.
Dudley also thought of that little boy, who said that he was a gorilla who had lost his hair, and was taught a lesson by himself.
Dudley said angrily, "That's what he asked for, he insulted me."
"Really? Did he say you're like a pig walking on two legs? Hey, that's not an insult, Dada, that's the truth."
Dudley's facial muscles were twitching, and he wanted to smash Harry's babbling mouth with his fist.
And seeing that Dudley was not feeling well, Harry finally vented his isolation.
Trying to vent his anger, Harry didn't stop.
They turned into the alley where Harry had once seen the big black dog.
This alley is darker than the rest because there are no street lights.
Dudley thought about beating Harry here, giving him a lesson before he got his wand out.
And Harry was still provoking tirelessly, and seemed to be expecting Dudley to make a move.
At this moment, it suddenly became cold.
The feeling felt familiar to Harry.
Suddenly there was no light in the sky, and they seemed to be deprived of their eyes.
Dudley thought it was Harry's fault, and shook his fist in horror to stop him.
As luck would have it, a punch hit Harry, causing him to fall, dropping the wand he was holding, and nearly passing out.
This is a punch known as the future heavy gunner, and its power can be imagined.
In the end, Harry survived, calling the wand to use fluorescent flashes, and found the trace of the wand.
A hooded figure appeared, a dementor.
Before Harry could pick up his wand, two dementors moved towards Harry and Dudley.
Before he could use his wand, Harry was pinned against the wall.
The dementor soaked up the joy and even wanted a big kiss.
Suddenly, one after another black silk thread wrapped around the dementor in front of Dudley along the ground.
To Harry's horror, the dementor screamed, more frightened.
The silk thread dragged the dementor, and no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't get rid of it, and it headed towards the shadow of the street corner.
The dementor next to Harry was taken aback, and at the moment of distraction, Hello rolled over and picked up the wand.
"Expectopatronum"
The silver light repelled the dementors, and just as he was about to go to the shadow, Harry's brows twitched suddenly, and the silver light couldn't move forward.
Watching the silver light dissipate, Harry looked in that direction again, and he felt as if someone was looking at him.
He swallowed nervously, went to pull Dudley up with all his strength, and ran away.
After he left, in a dark corner, two groups of pure silver-white souls floated in John's palm.
He didn't help Harry, but Harry reacted quickly and killed the dementor instead.
Glancing at the two groups of souls, he casually put them into the bottle.
"The dementors appear here, and the dementors in Azkaban don't seem to be so loyal."
John could figure out whose idea it was, so bad that he wondered if magic had messed with his brain.
He smiled coldly and said, "Since it's useless, why not become my material."
He is the dementor in Azkaban, what a good material.
These two groups were first refined into soul potions and sent to Nagini.
And this time Harry made a move, which made the Dursleys' house lively.
. . .
(Today's second update (2/2))
