Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 255 Mastering the Precision Killing Spell! Activating the Diary Soul Weapon!

After leaving the headmaster's office, Dudley and Harry didn't go far before heading straight for the Room of Requirement, also on the eighth floor of the castle. It was a special room that combined interrogation, the creation of magical items, and the practice of spells.

Upon entering this special room, Dudley skillfully released Little Star from his personal space and bound it to the Cross of Torture.

He then took out a cage of real mice from his inventory and a large bottle of insects, and hung them on Little Pettigrew, whose face was ashen.

Harry and Dudley have lost interest in tormenting Pettigrew.

This is not surprising.

Harry went off to the dummy target to practice his spells.

Dudley was left to face Little Pettigrew, a multi-faceted living target.

"Wake up! Maybe you won't have to suffer like this after today!"

Dudley said coldly to Little Pettigrew.

This gave Little Star, who looked utterly dejected, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

He didn't ask Dudley if it was true or not, because Dudley had no desire to lie to his enemy, who was practically a cripple.

As usual, Little Pettigrew ignored the insect bites and gnaws on his body, using all his senses to wait for Dudley's precise killing spell so he could provide Dudley with immediate feedback on whether he had been hit.

"Avada! Let's eat a melon!"

Without another word, Dudley extended his finger and unleashed an incredibly straight, swift, and far more powerful killing spell than before.

It hit a small beetle on the neck of the little dwarf.

The little beetle instantly lost its soul and life, and stopped moving.

The excess Killing Curse energy dissipated instantly under Dudley's mental control.

Sensing this situation, Little Pettigrew and Dudley exclaimed with the same excitement almost simultaneously:

"It's done!"

The killing spell was incredibly powerful, yet under Dudley's precise control, not a single trace of magical energy leaked out. It only took the little beetle's life, without causing the slightest harm to the little dwarf who was right next to it.

Dudley has mastered the Precision Killing Charm he's always wanted!

This thrilled him, and he quickly shared his joy with his cousin who was not far away.

But as happy as he was, Dudley understood that he was able to master this skill today not only thanks to his own patient study and practice, but also thanks to Voldemort's profound mastery of the Killing Curse, which he had cultivated for most of his life.

If Dudley hadn't fused with Voldemort's yew wand, he probably would have had to continue practicing to master the Precision Killing Charm.

"Great! I'm of no use anymore, so...you should kill me, shouldn't you?"

Dudley and Harry were having a great time when Pettigrew, who was half-dead, mustered all his strength and courage to interrupt.

Dudley turned to look at Pettigrew on the cross, his expression instantly darkening:

Are you teaching me how to do things?

"No...no...I, I wouldn't dare." Little Star was terrified and quickly denied it.

"Ah!"

Dudley sneered, raised his hand again, and aimed at Little Pettigrew... at the various rats and insects on his body.

"Avada! Let's eat a melon!" xN

After a while, Little Star was covered in dead rats and insects, but he himself was still alive and had no injuries compared to before.

Well, psychological trauma aside.

"Now that I've mastered the Precision Killing Spell, there's no point in keeping all those rats and insects around. Just wipe them all out and consider it practice to solidify my skills."

Dudley explained with a wicked grin, then added, "Little Pettigrew, you don't have any objections, do you?"

"No...no objection," Little Pettigrew stammered.

He had long been tormented by Dudley to the point of wanting to die, but he didn't have the courage to commit suicide and was afraid that Dudley would harm his elderly mother, so even in death he had to beg Dudley to have mercy.

Dudley looked down on Pettigrew's cowardly reaction, but from the perspective of a magical researcher who needed experimental subjects, he was quite satisfied with Pettigrew's cowardice.

"Don't worry, I keep my word. I've mastered the Precision Killing Curse, and I won't let you suffer like this again."

However, I have a new research topic to put on the agenda.

"We'll need your help with the experiments to create soul-absorbing alchemical artifacts!"

With a smile on his face, Dudley calmly uttered the ruthless words that would send Little Pettigrew tumbling from one abyss to another.

"Aww—" Little Pettigrew cried uncontrollably.

"Don't you dare yell at me!"

Dudley impatiently used magic to remove Little Star from the cross and then locked him in a cage inside his dark and gloomy personal space.

Dudley then called Harry to his side and cast a calming spell to stabilize Harry's mind.

"Harry, it's time for us to meet the young version of Voldemort and see if the Precision Killing Curse can have a perfect effect on Voldemort's soul fragments."

Pay attention, stay alert, and handle this carefully!

Dali's expression became slightly solemn. As he spoke, he reached into the bosom of his robe, unfastened the chain buckle, and took out a dragon skin package that was firmly bound by thin iron chains.

The chains and dragon skin covering were all imbued with powerful sealing magic by Dumbledore.

The contents inside the dragon skin package were, of course, the Horcruxes Voldemort's diary and Gauntlet's ring that Dudley always carried with him.

Before enrolling in the school, Dumbledore collected all the Horcruxes that Voldemort knew of and entrusted them to Dudley for safekeeping.

To be on the safe side and reduce the chances of Voldemort's main soul suddenly dying and regenerating on Harry's forehead, Dudley only stored the three Horcruxes in his personal storage space, while carrying the diary and the ring Horcrux with him.

Therefore, Dali later specially asked Old Deng to purchase materials at his own expense to create this set of sealing equipment, and to ensure the protection of the Soul Weapon carried by him.

It was only at this moment that I opened it for the first time.

Harry listened to his cousin's words, watched his cousin's actions, and stared at the dragon skin package, not daring to relax in the slightest.

"The seal is broken!"

Dudley raised his hand and cast the specific antidote that Dumbledore had taught him on the dragon skin wrapping.

The dragon skin covering and chain glowed faintly before quickly disappearing.

Then, the chain automatically untied, and the dragon skin package automatically opened.

Inside, a Gaunt ring and a worn-out notebook were revealed.

The little notebook still contained the magical chains that Dumbledore had initially placed.

Dudley took out the Horcrux, wrapped the Gaunt Ring in dragon skin again, sealed it, put it in the inner pocket of his robe, and fastened the chain clasp that was wrapped around his body.

Then, he threw the diary-like Horcrux onto the ground a short distance away and pointed at it, saying, "Temporarily release the chains!"

The magical chains that Dumbledore had placed on the Horcrux in his diary immediately disengaged and temporarily disappeared.

Only the clean diary and the original Horcrux remained.

Dudley took out an automatic writing quill from his personal space and controlled it with a levitation spell. At the same time, he opened the diary remotely with another levitation spell.

The pages of the diary were all blank, and the entire book was quiet and still, without any unusual movement.

"It seems Mr. Riddle has been dealt a bad blow by Dumbledore! He hasn't recovered his energy yet."

Dudley chuckled expressionlessly, then manipulated the automatic writing quill to land on a blank page of the diary, initiating its automatic writing.

As for the content automatically written by the quill pen, it is nothing other than a collection of basic errors from students' classroom assignments, specially selected by Dali.

Even a wizard with a little magical skill would shake their head and sigh upon seeing these errors.

Not to mention, Tom Riddle, who had always been a top student at Hogwarts, reviewed it face-to-face.