Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 24: Confronting Dumbledore in the Street!

Dudley was delighted to have unlocked an A-level regrettable event that still had a chance of being completed.

He understood that raising dragons at Hogwarts was not as simple as he had made it out to be.

Calling a deer a horse or a mouse a duck requires 'Power' as support.

Without connections, bribes, absolute military force, or threats of power and prestige, Cornelius Fudge's Ministry of Magic would still uphold wizarding laws and regulations.

However, depending on future developments, Dali will always have targeted means to achieve these conditions related to 'Power'.

He was very confident about this.

Unlike Dudley, who was confident in breaking the rules, old man Dumbledore, who was following behind, had already frowned.

The great wizard discovered that Dudley had no regard for the rules and was utterly lawless!

He was thinking about how to guide Dali onto the 'right path'.

He didn't want to see another Voldemort rise to power in his lifetime!

"Dali Dursley, Harry Potter!"

Just as Dudley and Harry were about to enter their final shopping stop—Olivendine's Wand Shop—Dumbledore appeared in front of them and spoke up.

He called Dudley and Harry to a stop, took a letter from his pocket and handed it to Dudley, saying:

“My dear Mr. Dursley, I, Albus Dumbledore, in my capacity as the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, am pleased to inform you that you have been granted permission to attend Hogwarts in the same year as Harry Potter.”

Dudley stopped in his tracks, looking at the great wizard before him—a man who, in his eyes, was both intelligent and foolish, brave and cowardly, and aged and decrepit—a playful smile and a chilling aura suddenly appeared on his face:

"You said you were very happy? How happy? And who told you I was going to study at Hogwarts?"

To be honest, before this incident, I still had a certain degree of respect for you and was planning to go to Hogwarts with Harry.

But now, if you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll have my parents take me and Harry to another country.

We can study at Ilfamore in America, Beauxbatons in France, Durmstrang in Northern Europe, or even a magic sect in China. Wherever we go, I'm confident that I can become a powerful wizard alongside Harry, even stronger than you!

Then, I'll go back here and torture that noseless, ugly Voldemort I encountered today, and everyone who harmed my Aunt Lily's family back then, and kill them all! Leave no one alive!

Dudley's voice was as cold as a biting wind, making Hagrid feel fear. Dumbledore's brows furrowed into a deep frown, utterly shocked.

This melancholic shock intensified after Harry unconditionally agreed with Dudley.

"I'll listen to my cousin! Wherever he tells me to study, I'll go! I'll definitely avenge my parents!"

Harry said this, his voice trembling slightly, but his unwavering resolve was no less.

The group was already surrounded by a hazy barrier, and thanks to Dumbledore's methods, not a single word of these astonishing remarks, which would have been shocking to mediocre wizards in the magical world, leaked out.

After pondering for a long time, Dumbledore finally couldn't resist secretly using Legilimency on Dudley, and the result... was exactly the same as what Dudley had said.

Dali really does keep his word.

Upon hearing the system notification about the mental intrusion in his mind, Dudley's face showed an added hint of contempt. He was absolutely certain that Dumbledore had become petty and had truly grown old.

The idea that Dumbledore just discovered is Dudley's true idea.

Despite the considerable dangers encountered today, Dali has indeed achieved a great success in terms of the outcome of the operation.

He has already fused with the Philosopher's Stone and possesses magical power at the level of an elite magic professor; he will continue to grow stronger in the future.

Once you've mastered the use of various black and white spells, or even simpler ones...

Go home and transfer the [Weak Wizard Bloodline] obtained by fusing Harry's blood to your mother. Then teach your mother a few spells to at least complete the D-rank regret event [Penny - Rejection of the Wizarding World] and obtain a D-rank magical item fusion opportunity.

Combined with his existing inventory (two C-grade and two D-grade), he can create a B-grade magic item fusion opportunity.

By fusing with Quirrell's broken wand, a magical item that can be considered a top-tier B-rank, he would instantly become an elite professor-level powerhouse proficient in a wide range of white and black spells.

It's worth noting that if Quirrell's wand hadn't been damaged, it could have been rated as an A-grade magical item by the system.

All the spells Quirrell cast throughout his life, plus the spells Voldemort cast through Quirrell's body during his parasitic period, could be completely inherited and mastered by Dudley after the fusion.

In this way, Dudley would have the capital to stand in the magical world of any country. Even if he didn't complete any more regret events, didn't go to Hogwarts to meet other characters from the original story, and didn't unlock any new regret events, it wouldn't be completely unacceptable for Dudley.

He could have stayed away from the conflict with the family he wanted to protect, and watched Dumbledore and Voldemort fight each other to the death.

When I've cultivated myself to be powerful enough, I'll come back and wipe out Voldemort and the Death Eaters in one fell swoop.

This newly formulated simulation plan faces virtually no resistance, except for Dumbledore, who is currently standing in his way.

Unless Dumbledore completely turns evil now, kills him, and alters Harry and Hagrid's memories to forcibly set things right.

But then, how would he be any different from Voldemort? The belief he had fought for for so many years would be destroyed by his own hands.

Dumbledore wouldn't do that, just as Dudley would rather risk his life than be manipulated by others.

"So? You've set up the barrier, and thought about it for so long, have you come up with a foolproof explanation yet?"

Dali spoke calmly, his eyes seemingly able to see through people's hearts, not at all like an eleven-year-old boy.

“Dudley,” Dumbledore finally spoke, his eyes revealing weariness and a sense of age, “you are an extremely intelligent young wizard. You should be able to see that I am doing this to hone Harry…”

"Ha!" Dudley laughed. "Of course I can see that you want to train Harry. Is that the key point? The key point is that you don't have the ability to plan properly at all, but you insist on setting up an extremely rudimentary, extremely dangerous scheme that disregards the lives of others!"

You stored the Philosopher's Stone in Gringotts, and had Hagrid lead Harry and me to retrieve it, but on the other hand, you leaked the news ahead of time, attracting Voldemort, who was thirsting for life, didn't you?

Harry has a protective spell set up by Aunt Lily. Voldemort can't kill him, but he can torture him. Can you bear to let an eleven-year-old child suffer the Crucifixion? You call this a trial?

I'm a complete stranger to you. In your initial perception, I was just an insignificant little Muggle. You probably didn't care about my life or death at all, right? I can understand that!

But what about Hagrid? Hagrid trusts you so much, he worships you almost like a god, he does whatever you tell him to do, have you ever thought about his life or death?

If Voldemort had used Avada Kedavra on him in the underground vault instead of 'Crush Meatballs,' you'd be seeing a three-and-a-half-meter-tall corpse right now!

Inside the barrier, Dudley roared angrily at Dumbledore, every word piercing his heart.

Harry's face paled upon hearing this, and his impression of Dumbledore plummeted.

Hagrid's lips trembled, his large eyes fixed on Dumbledore, eagerly hoping that Dumbledore would refute Dudley's words.

"me……"

Dumbledore was getting flustered by Dudley's barrage of questions. This feeling shouldn't have been on his mind, but after thinking for a while, he realized that he really hadn't considered it that much or that much detail.

"I really didn't expect you guys to be facing Voldemort at Gringotts. I didn't think about the timing properly."

In the end, all he could reply with was this one sentence, his aged face filled with self-reproach and guilt, and he barely dared to look Hagrid in the eye.

Keda's anger had not subsided.