Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 106 104 Refining Voldemort into the Philosopher’s Stone!

Author: Lord Berefeld

Chapter 106 104. Refining Voldemort into the Philosopher’s Stone!

"Brother D, you are finally here." Neville shouted happily, staring at Dudley with little stars in his eyes.

What a cool gesture.

I want to be like Brother D in the future.

As for Harry, I don't know if the protective spell consumes a lot of energy when it takes effect. In short, he fell into a coma when Voldemort's remnant soul rushed out, so that he was unable to see this classic scene.

'escape'

The remnant soul of Voldemort had only this thought in his mind.

Can't you run if you can't fight?

Voldemort, with only a little bit of his soul left, had no intention of fighting Dudley.

He didn't even have a body, and he couldn't even get close to him. When Dumbledore showed up, he would be dead, and of course it would be the same if he got a slap from Dudley.

Anyway, he is just a mixture of steam, shadow and soul. It is illusory to the extreme. It is not easy to run away, just walk through the wall.

Unless it specifically targets the soul, even general protective spells cannot stop him.

Voldemort's remnant spirit bypassed Dudley and slammed his head against the wall.

Bang.

Something unexpected happened. The wall that should have been easily crossed seemed to have an invisible wall attached to it, and this wall could prevent Voldemort from crossing.

The souls that had finally been gathered together were shattered again, and a faint black gas spread around.

"Dear Mr. Dark Lord, it would be too rude to leave without even saying hello."

"This is not what a gentleman would do."

Dudley raised his chin, looked at the black energy gathering together again with a slight mocking look, and patted the closed door behind him: "From now on, there is only one way to go here."

'Pah!' Dudley snapped his fingers lightly.

There was a faint glow around the wall, and symbols gradually appeared one after another on the wall.

Those are all formation formations.

Dudley started carving it out as early as he entered the underground. These rooms had already been covered with formations.

He stretched out his right hand towards the location of Voldemort's remnant soul, and slightly brought his spread fingers together. The formation formations began to shrink at an extremely fast speed until Voldemort's remnant soul was trapped within less than half a meter.

Although Voldemort's remnant soul didn't know what Dudley was going to do, he didn't understand the meaning of these formation formations either.

His intuition told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

You can't sit still and wait for death.

So it hit the wall again, and as expected, broke into pieces again.

After being reorganized, Voldemort's remnant soul appeared very panicked and kept running around in the area narrowed by Dudley.

"What are these? Spells? Black magic? Ancient runes (runes)? No! I have never seen such a thing."

Voldemort kept searching for memories in his mind, but found nothing.

He couldn't recognize the symbols and words, let alone understand what they were.

There is something he doesn't know about in the wizarding world?

The great philosopher Xun Geer once said: "The oldest and strongest fear of mankind is the fear of the unknown. Unless you have enough firepower."

Before Voldemort became the most terrifying Dark Lord, he still belonged to the category of human beings. Even though he is neither a human nor a ghost now, he is still barely a partially incomplete human being.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the remnant soul could only try to talk to Dudley. As long as he knew what it was, he would have a way to deal with it.

"alchemy."

Dudley slowly uttered a few words.

Even if you tell Voldemort, it doesn't matter. Can he understand a product of another world?

So what if he understands it? Can he use it?

"No, this can't be alchemy."

Voldemort screamed, not hiding his inner panic and uneasiness.

As the Dark Lord who dominated the world eleven years ago, how could he not know alchemy?

Even when facing Dumbledore, he was not as panicked as he was now.

"This is alchemy."

Dudley said this, turning to look at Neville who had fallen into a sluggish state: "Look, this poor guy without a body, do you know who he is?"

Although Neville had some vague guesses based on the conversation between Harry and Voldemort's remnant soul, he had not concluded anything.

"He is the Dark Lord, Voldemort, who convulsed the wizarding world more than ten years ago."

"Now, survival and destruction depend only on my word."

When the word Voldemort was mentioned, Neville shrank his neck unconsciously. It was not that Neville was afraid of Voldemort's power after seeing it, but it was a conditioned reflex. He was a child who grew up listening to Voldemort's stories.

To him, Voldemort is no different than a cat-faced old lady, a strange old lady or an old woman with a back-footed attitude.

But the guy who was the most feared as a child was manipulated by Dudley.

Neville's admiration for Dudley has reached an all-time high.

If Harry was awake, he would definitely tell him that it was Brother D. There was nothing Brother D couldn't do.

In fact, if there was a head-on conflict, Dudley might not be able to defeat Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, without getting close.

It's just that Harry had the protective spell of 'love' and the Ripple Qigong as a back-up double insurance. But the body that Voldemort's remnant soul finally found was gone.

He thought he had made the wrong choice, but in fact it would have been the same if he had chosen Neville. Neville was wearing the props that Dudley carefully prepared for Voldemort.

Ripple Qigong will still cause him harm, perhaps not as much as now, but the remaining souls will still be expelled.

The remnant soul of Voldemort no longer cared about grace at this time. He was willing to do anything as long as it could keep him alive. He kept begging Dudley and offered tempting conditions, trying to use words to seduce Dudley.

When you are not strong enough, this is what you are best at.

And it usually succeeds

For example, Quirrell, who had just died of a protective spell, was persuaded by him in Albania through coercion and inducement.

In his opinion, Dudley is just a little wizard, why can't he catch him if he takes action himself?

Unfortunately, he was disappointed again

His so-called verbal seduction is, simply speaking, painting a cake.

Dudley turned a deaf ear to it. In his previous life, he could eat enough cakes every day, but Voldemort's cakes seemed a little immature to him. Probably only innocent wizards who had not experienced severe beatings from society would believe his lies.

He even pointed out the contradictions and shortcomings of Voldemort's "big pie" and analyzed them for Neville.

Neville said that his knowledge has improved.

Voldemort's remnant soul saw that Dudley remained unwavering and showed no intention of reconciliation, so he changed his tone to a threat.

Quite a bit frustrated.

At this time, Dudley had finished the final process, and he saw a pattern composed of a circle and a heptagon emerging directly under Voldemort's remnant soul.

He specifically drew the formation to trap the remnant soul of Voldemort with only one purpose.

He has a bold idea.

Make Voldemort into the Philosopher's Stone.

(End of chapter)