Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 47: Exploring the Mysteries of Concepts and Doubts in Trading!

[Yes! Conceptual Spell - Restoration to Original State allows the host to restore anything to its state at any point in the past.]

"Puff, puff..."

Dali's heart raced uncontrollably. He was incredibly excited. If he got this reward, he would be set for life!

Resurrect your loved ones, annihilate your enemies—no one can stop you!

Harry's parents, Dumbledore's family, the dead returning is not a dream!

If Voldemort dared to jump around in front of him, he would immediately restore this ugly guy to his womb state. He still wanted to play the game of immortality, so he would be reborn and then die young!

Dudley let his imagination run wild, one novel idea after another popping out of his mind. He was very excited, holding the golden cup in his hand, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, a silent wicked smile. He didn't say a word, and his appearance was quite creepy.

He had long suspected that there was something fishy about the SS-class and SSS-class regrettable incidents, and it turned out to be true!

In the original story, there is no means to resurrect people. The so-called Deathly Hallows - the Resurrection Stone - is nothing more than a piece of junk that can summon false images of the dead, tell them about the beauty of the afterlife, and lure the user of the Resurrection Stone to commit suicide.

However, since Dali's system has unlocked so many regrettable events that require resurrecting the dead to resolve, it must provide Dali with a cheat code to fix them.

Now, the resurrection cheat has arrived, and the whole thing is now complete!

"calmly!"

Suddenly, Dumbledore cast a calming spell on Dudley with the Elder Wand. He and Harry saw Dudley grinning foolishly while holding the golden cup. At first, they thought it was the Voldemort soul fragment inside the cup causing the trouble, but upon closer inspection, they found that it wasn't.

It was purely Dali who went mad.

So Dumbledore cast a spell to calm Dudley down.

The two spells that Dudley and Harry jointly developed were mastered by Dumbledore after only two or three practice sessions, and he used them quite smoothly at this moment.

"Cousin, are you alright?"

Seeing that Dudley's expression had returned to normal, Harry quickly asked him with concern.

"I'm fine!"

Dudley replied gently to his cousin, then rolled his eyes at Dumbledore and said irritably, "Dumbledore, have you never seen anyone happy before? What's with the calming spell? What a spoilsport!"

I guided Harry to develop this spell primarily to counter the Killing Curse, not to counter anyone's good mood!

"Alright, Dudley, it's my fault! I just thought you were laughing a little... outrageously, and I assumed you had unknowingly been cursed."

Dumbledore smiled and begged for forgiveness, realizing that Dudley wasn't really angry.

"You're mistaken! I'm not bewitched, I've won the lottery!"

Dudley couldn't contain his excitement, but he quickly remembered something and composed himself, continuing to speak to Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, is there anything else?"

Nothing else, hurry up and go to Sirius's house again, find that house-elf Kreacher, and make him hand over Slytherin's locket. I have a feeling that it is also a Horcrux of Voldemort!

Go and bring it back, just like the Hufflepuff Cup. Don't damage it. Bring it back to me and I'll keep it here until we figure out a foolproof way to extract the soul. Then we'll discuss it together!

"That's wonderful! Dudley, so your prophetic bloodline just now was acting up! Professor Trelawney's prophecy was marked by trembling and head-shaking, but yours was marked by a strange laugh. How amazing!"

Dumbledore said with great joy, almost incoherently. He was always very enthusiastic about doing anything that could weaken Voldemort.

He got up to get started, but then remembered a few minor things and sat back down.

"Dali, there are a few more things, I'll tell you quickly."

You asked me to wipe out all the Death Eaters in Azkaban, but I couldn't finish it. Bellatrix is ​​dead, but not completely. She's become a ghost, haunting that isolated island of Azkaban, impossible to leave or destroy.

It's my fault for using 'Fire God's Path,' a high-level magic that combines fire spells and transfiguration, instead of the Killing Curse. Only by killing people with the Killing Curse or the Dementor's Kiss can I ensure that no ghosts remain in the world.

I overlooked that at the time.

"A ghost? The reason for its formation is worth exploring, but there's no rush. We can talk about it later. Let that Death Eater become a ghost, that's fine. Anyway, it can't do anything wrong anymore, so let it wander around Azkaban for now!"

Dudley thought for two seconds and said indifferently.

"Also, there's the matter of these two house-elves I brought."

Lucius Malfoy is a Hogwarts school trustee, a powerful and wealthy nobleman, a former Death Eater, and adept at assessing situations. He's the kind of two-faced person you mentioned. It makes perfect sense that he saw me displaying my strength and methods and sent me a house-elf as a gesture of goodwill.

But it's a little strange that Barty Crouch, the vanguard in the fight against Voldemort, the former Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the current Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, would approach me and offer me a precious house-elf at a low price.

He wasn't a Death Eater; he always stood on the side of justice. He was upright and old-fashioned, not the kind of person who would actively offer gifts to curry favor.

The only reason I can think of for him is that when he was the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he imprisoned Sirius Black in Azkaban without trial.

Now that I've taken Sirius away from Azkaban, he, as a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, should have received the news. He might be trying to bribe me so I won't hold him accountable later.

But the charge wasn't serious, because Sirius remained silent after being arrested, never defending himself, and the trial yielded no results. I had no intention of causing trouble for Barty over it.

He was an upright old wizard who was not afraid of trouble. He even sent his own son to trial and imprisonment in Azkaban for becoming a Death Eater.

Therefore, I still have some lingering doubts about his offer to trade Pokémon with me at a low price, and I hope you can help me analyze this.

"During your transaction yesterday, did you not use your mind to read his thoughts?" Dali asked.

Dumbledore scratched his head helplessly: "Dudley, I'm not a voyeur, I can't just use Legilimency on everyone I see."

Furthermore, Barty's magic is not weak, and he may have even practiced Occlumency. Even if you use Legilimency, you might not be able to find out the answer, and he might even detect it, thus straining the relationship.

I didn't want to do that, after all, they came to make goodwill towards me!

Dudley nodded in understanding, then asked another question:

"You said his son was a Death Eater and was imprisoned in Azkaban. Did you kill his son when you went on a killing spree in Azkaban the day before yesterday?"

"Of course not. His son died in prison a long time ago. If Barty were to show goodwill to someone who just killed his son, no matter how upright he is, it wouldn't make sense!"

"It's only natural," Dumbledore said.