Chapter 237：

An agent took a fancy to him and exclaimed that he was a natural slugger.

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.

All this was given to him by John's recipe.

He knew that Harry was back, which meant John was back too.

It’s just that I haven’t seen John for several days. Finally, he finally saw John. He mustered up the courage to say hello below.

"Hey, John."

He waved his hands below, and a smile appeared on John's lips.

"Dudley, your transformation has impressed me."

John gave him a thumbs up. This was the first time Dudley had been praised by John.

That feeling is simply more exciting than lifting the championship trophy.

Dudley waved his fists and went for a run. He also asked a few friends to go out for training.

Although he is still a little bully, he rarely bullies those children.

His goal is to punch the stronger ones, and he is tired of the weak ones.

John felt relieved to see his encouraged look.

"We need to study that bottle of potion." John said to himself.

As he headed to the basement, he heard a loud explosion.

Cars started to ring, and residents opened their windows to see what was going on.

John frowned as he looked at the remaining traces of magic.

"Apparition?"

Apparating in a residential area in the Muggle world in broad daylight, and from this movement, it seems that the person's mastery of Apparating is not at a very high level.

Just now, I was busy saying hello to Dudley and didn't notice any sneaky people on the roadside.

"It's not for me."

The magic in the house has not been touched, which means it is not coming to find 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 around and left expressionlessly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vernon Dursley coming out to apologize to the neighbors, even saying that he accidentally bumped into a car.

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In the basement.

John's expression was a little strange.

"It's so strange. Most of the substances here are ordinary, but there are a few that are extremely rare in the magical world, and there is one that cannot be tested."

What is this concept?

John’s alchemy is comprehensively developed, and it is more than enough to say that he is a master of alchemy.

Although potion masters are rare, it is not a problem for eight or nine to exist.

There will be no more than three masters of alchemy within a hundred years.

To reach John's level, one must be over eighty years old.

Level 7 Alchemy, John has only met one person so far, and that is his teacher, Nico Flamel.

Godric Gryffindor is half of him. In fact, he doesn’t know much about alchemy, but he is good at refining weapons.

I guess I was so annoyed by the goblins that I thought I might as well make a sword myself.

It's a pity that he is not as good as a fairy, so he didn't leave behind one or two alchemical 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 requires powerful alchemical works to support it.

Salazar Slater showed from the secret chamber he left behind that he was also very powerful in alchemy, but it is unknown whether it was him or not.

Back to business.

If John, who has level 6 alchemy, can't tell the difference, then it is very likely that this substance is not possessed by the magic world.

"What is that? Why does Jovonovich have it?"

He couldn't understand Jovonovich more and more. They were full of mystery.

John even had some doubts as to whether his grandfather's family were also wizards.

Alexei obviously discovered something and left this bottle of potion behind.

Is he really a wizard?

While he was thinking, the magic was touched on the table in the basement.

John looked serious and looked up. The map projected on the table 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 its clothes.

"Dementors?"

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Near the park, Dudley returned from training.

"Hey, Brother D!"

As soon as Dudley separated from his companions, he turned around and saw Harry.

"It's you." Dudley didn't really want to be with Harry.

Not only because I often used Harry as a punching bag, but also because I was afraid of the wand.

Harry asked: "When did you become Brother D?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Dudley didn't want to pay attention to Harry, turned around and left.

"That's a pretty cool name," Harry grinned, walking forward with Dudley, "but to me, you will always be 'Dada baby'."

Dudley clenched his hands into fists as he recalled Vernon's words not to conflict with Harry.

It seemed that Vernon had taken John's words to heart. If Harry was really fired one day and came to stay with the Dursleys, the police would really be unable to help him.

Harry was doing okay at the Dursleys during this time, but he could always think of the days when he was bullied.

In addition, he has been isolated these days. Not only Hermione and Ron, but also Sirius have repeatedly told him not to leave the Dursley's house.

It was obvious that Hermione and Ron were both at the Burrow, but he couldn't get out, which made him feel frustrated.

He was even thinking that he was the first person to discover Voldemort's return, but he was still like an outsider.

And Sirius told him not to be reckless and impulsive, which made him laugh. After all, Sirius was the most impulsive. He had been imprisoned for more than ten years and escaped from Azkaban.

"Who did you beat up tonight?" Harry continued to chase Dudley, the smile disappeared from his face and said, "Another ten-year-old boy? I know you beat up Mark Eyre two days ago. Vance.”

Although Mark Evans has the same surname as Harry's mother, there is no relationship, it's just a coincidence.

Dudley also thought of that little kid who said he was a hairless gorilla and was directly taught a lesson by him.

Dudley said angrily: "He asked for it. He insulted me."

"Really? Did he say you look 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 punch Harry's nagging mouth to pieces.

When Harry saw that Dudley was uncomfortable, his feeling of isolation finally came out.

In order to let out all his anger, Harry did not stop.

They turned into an alley where Harry had seen the **** dog.

This alley is darker than other places because there are no street lights.

Dudley thought about slapping Harry here and giving him a lesson before he took out his wand.

And Harry was still provoking tirelessly, and seemed to be expecting Dudley to take action.

At this moment, it suddenly became cold.

This feeling felt very 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, so he punched his fist in fear to make him stop.

By coincidence, Harry was hit with a punch, causing him to fall down, drop the wand he was holding, and almost fainted.

This is the punch of the future heavy artilleryman, and its power can be imagined.

In the end, Harry managed to survive. He called for his wand and used fluorescent light to flash, and found traces of the wand.

A hooded figure appeared, it was a dementor.

Before Harry could pick up his wand, two dementors headed towards Harry and Dudley.

Before he could use his wand, Harry was knocked against the wall.

The dementor absorbed the happy mood and even wanted a passionate kiss.

Suddenly, black threads wrapped around the dementor in front of Dudley along the ground.

Harry was horrified to find that the dementor was screaming, and he was even more frightened.

The silk thread dragged the dementor, unable to get rid of it no matter how hard it struggled, heading towards the shadow of the street corner.

The dementor next to Harry was startled. In the moment of distraction, Harry rolled over and picked up the wand.

"ExpectoPatronum"

The silver light repels the dementors, and just when he is about to go to the shadow, Harry's eyebrows suddenly beat, and the silver light cannot move forward.

Watching the silver light dissipate, Harry looked in that direction again. He felt as if someone was watching this way.

He swallowed nervously, went over to pull Dudley up with all his strength, and ran away quickly.

After he left, in the dark corner, two groups of silver-white pure souls floated in the palm of John's hand.

He didn't help Harry, but Harry reacted quickly and killed the dementor.

Glancing at the two groups of souls, he put them into the bottle.

"The dementors appear here, and the dementors in Azkaban don't seem to be that loyal."

John could imagine whose idea it was. It was so bad that he wondered if magic had damaged his brain.

He smiled coldly and said, "Since it's useless, you might as well become my material."

He is the dementor who covets Azkaban. What a good material.

The two groups first refined the soul potion and sent it to Nagini.

But this time Harry took action, which made the Dursley family lively.

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(Second update today (2/2))

Chapter 261 Mrs. Figg and Letter from the Ministry of Magic

Harry swore that he had never felt so powerful.

Dudley, that big fat man, almost half his body was close to him, and the weight of his whole body was pressing on him, making Harry's teeth chatter.

Although he didn't like Dudley, he wouldn't want to see him die.

The weird black thread just now made him feel uncomfortable all over. It felt like it was dragging people into a bottomless abyss.