Hogwarts Castle

"Professor Grindelwald, you sound like you're having a good day."

Still in the lab, Dudley was boiling a huge crucible, an iron spoon thicker than an adult's leg, as easily as holding a chopstick in his hand.

"Albus spoke to me yesterday."

Grindelwald's suppressed cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone bug, and it was clear that he was really happy from the bottom of his heart, and for the old man who had been alone in the castle for decades, perhaps this time was the happiest time he had in nearly fifty years.

"Professor Dumbledore? What is he looking for you? ”

"Shh

Grindelwald's mysterious way.

Dudley shrugged, saying that it didn't matter if he knew it or not, and that he wasn't curious.

He may have known about it earlier than Grindelwald, maybe Dudley had arranged it, maybe it was all under control.

Grindelwald changed the subject, and then to Dudley: "You really want to develop that potion?" ”

"That's just an assumption, it's too hard, give up."

"Professor, I think I have more say in potions than you do."

Grindelwald was choked by Dudley, but he didn't care.

Dudley was telling the truth, his potions had already reached the level of a master, and even Snape was amazed, and he had a unique insight into boiling potions.

"But you've been researching it for almost a week."

Dudley glanced at the phone bug: "Professor, from the idea to the object, from nothing. The quickest to date to develop a new potion was Principal Philippa Spoh, author of A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms, who spent a whole month researching an ointment for scabies. ”

"No one has been able to break this speed so far, and I've only been working on it for a week."

"Instead of wasting your time on this, you should study the fire and develop it to the third stage with your talent enough."

This sentence is the point of Grindelwald.

Harry and Dudley were the most gifted wizards he had ever seen in the dark arts besides Dumbledore, and he very much hoped that they would inherit his mantle and carry the Fire Curse forward.

"Professor, I'm going to make potions, and I'm going to study them."

Only children make choices, adults want them all.

"It's hard to chew too much."

Grindelwald tried to admonish.

There are many former genius wizards in the wizarding world who are short-lived and then disappear, and he doesn't want them to be the same.

"That's for ordinary people, not for the gifted."

Dudley shook the potion he had taken from the cauldron in his hand, watching as the green potion turned lilac.

"Have you ever heard of Bresta Potions before?"

Faced with Dudley's question, even Grindelwald had to admit it.

"That invention was truly shocking. If each of my 'assistants' had been able to have one, the whole world would have been different. ”

Grindelwald sighed on the other end of the phone bug.

Although he is relieved, it is okay to think about it, right?

"If the Aurors of each country who captured you could have one, then."

Grindelwald grabbed the topic and said stiffly: "Then I can easily handle it." ”

He's Grindelwald, not one of those tasteless dark wizards.

"What if I change to this potion I'm working on now?"

“.”

Grindelwald was a rare silence, and after a long moment he spoke: "If that kind of thing can really be developed, it will be the spring of the Potions masters." ”

Being able to get such an evaluation from Grindelwald is enough to show the power of this potion developed by Dudley at this time.

In order to welcome Voldemort's return, Dudley specially prepared the 'three ones', that is, 'one dress, one potion, and one prop'.

The dress is naturally the magic dress that is transparent and invisible and can cover the whole body, and it has been made at present.

And what he's doing now is the potion in the 'Three Ones'.

Well, a special potion.

"But only if you can develop it."

Finally, Grindelwald added.

"Don't worry, Professor, just give me a little longer."

Dudley continued to study the potion in his hand.

On the weekend, on the outskirts of Hogwarts Castle, the young wizards from Year 1 to Year 4 did not go out to play, but gathered together.

Umbridge's dislike was unanimously agreed upon by the whole of Hogwarts.

Including Slytherin, who was treated with special favor by Umbridge, if it was before, they might really be bought by Umbridge, but the current Slytherin is completely different from before, they follow the orders of the 'king'.

There are only three things that must be emphasized at Hogwarts –

fair

fair

Or TM's fairness.

So Umbridge's favoritism did not win Slytherin friendship, but instead caused the unanimous disgust of the four colleges.

Not only that, but she drove Professor Trelawney away and listened to the occasional interference in other people's classes, which made the Hogwarts professors very disgusted with her.

However, this woman seems to be unaware, but immersed in her own world, thinking that she has everything under control.

It's hard to imagine that one person can do it and make the whole school hate it.

"Mr. Creevey, let me guess how many times you've been to my office this semester?"

Umbridge and Colin sat facing each other, the former making a slight pinching sound as if he were pinching his throat, but this sound came from the mouth of an old toad, which inevitably gave people goosebumps unconsciously.

This was her room, and Umbridge didn't live in the castle's professor's quarters like Moody, but found a separate room (Lockhart's).

The whole room is pink, and there are a lot of pink objects, it looks like a teenage girl's room, full of girlish hearts, in fact, pink is the most oppressive color. This is especially true for rooms that are all over pink.

It is easy to make people nervous and irritable.

The walls of the room are covered with portraits of all kinds of cats, and from time to time there is the sound of Mimi meowing.

One cat is cute, and so are several cats, but a large group of cats getting together and neighing is a torture.

However, Umbridge seemed to like the atmosphere, she loved the cats, very, very much, especially when she saw them fluffy, not to mention how happy she was, she really liked the feeling of being surrounded by cats.

But she doesn't like keeping cats, she doesn't like the hair that falls from cats, she doesn't like cats scratching and jumping, she doesn't like the smell of cats, she doesn't like cats breathing and moving, she doesn't even like living cats.

So she filled her room with portraits of cats, but she didn't keep any of them herself.

(End of chapter)