'A little bit of light' is the key to this magic dress.

Generally speaking, it means having intelligence, not the self-aware Moon Spirit Liquid 2.0 that Ermelo II and Leays Ermelo Archizorti made, but the kind of artificial intelligence that is more convenient and more suitable for itself.

It can be understood as an exclusive item.

Who knows you best in this world?

The answer is yourself.

That's what Dudley was inspired by the Horcruxes.

He intended to make this magic dress have a consciousness of its own, well, not self-consciousness but self-consciousness.

What could be more fitting than playing with yourself?

The effect in battle is definitely greater than one plus one.

Of course, what he wants to do is not to split the soul, there are many ways to make the magic ritual into a horcrux or something, and there are many ways to live forever, so there is no need to do things to split the soul.

What he had to do was pour his mind into the magic dress

Splitting the soul and instilling the mind are two different concepts that should not be confused, and the split soul is likely to form an independent individual, or even evolve into a situation where it is you and not you, such as Voldemort's current Horcrux. The diary does not know what happened to Voldemort himself, forming an independent sixteen-year-old Voldemort. And instilling thoughts will only give you a simplified version of you, like the portraits on the walls of Hogwarts, they have the same thought pattern as themselves.

The light under his feet lit up again, and with the wave of the wand, the ancient magic words jumped out one after another, and then fell into the transparent liquid, and then pressed the tip of the magic wand against his temple, and with the slow movement of the magic wand, wisps of silver-white flocculent material were gradually withdrawn, and poured into the half-finished product like those magic words.

At this point, Dudley let out a long sigh of relief.

Then in the layered refining array, Dudley inserted his wand into the transparent liquid and began to stir, each stirring contained magic, and the flocculent substance that had just been extracted gradually merged into the liquid with the stirring again and again, he was constantly soaking his thoughts and emotions, and the portraits in Hogwarts Castle were made in this way, but the portraits were made through the brush, and the paintings were stirred.

Dudley always maintained a high level of mental concentration, for fear that something would make a mistake and cause the infusion to fail.

The process is long and should not be rushed, and the more high-level alchemy items are made, the more complex the process will be, and the longer it will take.

It's the same as boiling potions.

From night to early morning, from early morning to nightfall, until. Grindelwald's tired yawn came from the other end of the phone bug.

As long as Dudley made it, Grindelwald stayed with him for as long as he could.

"It worked!"

Exhaustion mixed with excitement sounded.

At this point, the flocculent material that had been extracted had been completely integrated into the transparent liquid, and now it was as clean and clear as clear water from a well.

It's done.

Dudley's heart moved slightly, and the transparent liquid began to climb upwards with Dudley's legs, gradually covering his whole body, and after a while, Dudley's whole body was wrapped, as if he was wearing a transparent 'dress'.

Transparent is just a protective color, and Dudley can transform into any color if he wants to.

Dudley's heart moved again, and the transparent layer of clothing began to gradually change, turning into pure black, and the form of liquid also developed in the direction of gelatin.

Gray-white eyes, long fangs, and a slender tongue.

What is this not the shape of 'Venom'?

However, this situation did not last long, under Dudley's manipulation, the black color gradually faded and soon returned to its original transparent state, and then the transparent liquid covering the whole body began to shrink, and it didn't take much effort to shrink to form a light gray ring on the little finger.

His magic costume - Moon Spirit Liquid Creature Armor Edition.

Gently touching the position of his little thumb, Dudley was very satisfied with this magic dress, which meant that his strength had been strengthened again.

By the way, he now has three rings on his hands. The Philosopher's Stone Ring glowing with a faint red glow on his middle finger, the blue Magic Crystal Ring on his ring finger, and now the Moon Spirit Liquid Bioarmored Edition of his little finger.

I believe that in the near future, he will be able to put together a ring with ten fingers.

"I'd love to see that prop you made. I believe it must be a great alchemy item. ”

Grindelwald's voice full of emotion came.

"That place can't trap you, Professor."

"If you want to come over, you can do it anytime."

"But I promised your headmaster that he would never leave this place."

As if sensing what Dudley was about to say, Grindelwald said directly: "Okay, I won't tell you, I'll go rest first." I'm really getting old and having to give lessons to your other classmates this afternoon, and I'm not even in good spirits. ”

Hanging up the phone, looking at the silver phoneworm that was sleeping soundly, Grindelwald fell into memory.

Magical alchemy items.

If I hadn't been so attached to the Deathly Hallows, I don't know if I would have gotten a completely different future.

Then he smiled dumbly, if he wasn't attached to the Deathly Hallows, maybe even Dumbledore wouldn't have encountered it.

On the other side, Dudley pushed open the door to the lab, and walked in the direction of the Slytherin common room.

I've finally finished making a magic costume, so I need to get a good night's sleep.

stayed up for three days and three nights, that is, relying on the current physique that is different from ordinary people, and changing it to the healthy state of Naya in the previous life. Most likely, direct sudden death.

At the same time, in Wales, which is not far from England and is not close.

Voldemort's eyes were filled with excitement as he looked at the massive cauldron that was about to boil out the potion he had always dreamed of.

Now it's just the most critical step.

Voldemort snorted at the Death Eater next to him, and the named Death Eater immediately walked out tremblingly, without the slightest hesitation.

"A father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life."

The Death Eater did as instructed to throw a piece of white bone into the cauldron, and it boiled over.

"The flesh of a servant, voluntarily giving, may give it back to your master."

The Death Eater pulled out a glittering dagger and slashed at his right arm without hesitation, he cut off his own arm, and the fresh arm fell into the cauldron, and the Death Eater shouted.

"The blood of your enemies, compelled to give, may raise your enemies to life."

Finally, he tossed the handkerchief stained with Harry's blood into the cauldron, causing the decoction in the cauldron to change again.

This time the potion finally took on a color that pleased Voldemort.

"It worked!"

(End of chapter)