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In a single night, Dudley completed the taming of all the Cornish pixies.
The good news was that, even after taming such a large group, his body showed no abnormalities.
He was only a little mentally drained.
The bad news was that not all Cornish pixies could evolve to LV2.
Except for the first one, all the others remained at LV1.
Perhaps because of what happened with the Cornish pixies in the first class, Lockhart's later lessons no longer had any practical content.
In every class, he would pick two or three students to briefly act out the content of his novels, and that somehow counted as teaching.
It was extremely superficial.
Rather than calling it Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it would be more accurate to call it a stage performance.
Empty, boring, and without a shred of real emotion.
More importantly, there was no useful knowledge to be learned from it, even if the experiences described in his books were quite exciting.
But a novel was a novel.
It was not study material.
It was like trying to learn how to fight just by watching The Karate Kid.
Because of that, Hermione lowered her opinion of Lockhart to the lowest possible level.
He was even worse than Professor Quirrell.
At least with Quirrell, they could still learn how to deal with a troll.
The disciplinary group continued using that almost predatory method to harvest points from the professors.
At present, among the four Houses, aside from a very small number of students who were still trying hard, most had already given up.
And those students who were still working hard did not even know that their names had already entered the disciplinary group's assessment list.
Just like that, the first month of second year passed safely.
It was still night when Dudley slowly pushed open the door to his room.
He moved his slightly sore neck, and a series of cracks immediately rang out.
"Finally finished."
Looking at the newly made object in his hand, he revealed a rare satisfied smile.
It was an item he had spent quite a long time developing.
The latest product of combining alchemy with Magic Armor Modification.
It was a spherical object, mainly red and white.
A line divided it into two halves.
The upper half was red.
The lower half was white.
At the center of the sphere, there was also a circular pattern.
If someone from Dudley's previous life had seen it, they would definitely shout.
Poké Ball?!
It looked way too similar.
Aside from the detail in the center of the circular pattern.
In the ball Dudley had created, the central part was not white, but light blue.
That was right.
Installed there was a small portion of the "magic crystal" obtained after Voldemort's transmutation.
Anyway, Pixie and the Fire-Spitting Dragon were already here.
One more ball hardly made a difference.
Originally, Dudley wanted to call it a Magical Creature Ball.
But the name was far too ugly.
So he decided to call it a Poké Ball after all.
"Go."
Dudley tossed it gently upward.
The knockoff Poké Ball opened.
Along with a flash of light, Pixie appeared in front of him.
"Gawu!"
Pixie cooperated quite well, making a fierce face.
It felt pretty good.
Dudley casually tossed Pixie a piece of feed, picked up the knockoff Poké Ball, and pointed it in his direction.
A red beam shone over Pixie and, along with that light, took him back inside.
The knockoff Poké Ball quickly shrank until it was only one-third of its original size.
Dudley lightly placed it against his waist.
With a soft "clack," it firmly attached itself there.
That small sphere was not to be underestimated.
It was an alchemical product with a fairly high amount of magic packed into it.
The red beam was an exclusive Summoning Charm.
The internal space had been given an Undetectable Extension Charm.
Its ability to attach to the waist came from the principle behind a Fixing Charm.
Its ability to grow and shrink relied on one of the most important principles of Transfiguration.
In addition, the entire Poké Ball also contained a contract.
No one besides Dudley could use it.
Ever since he managed to create a knockoff version of the Poké Ball, Dudley seemed to have found a new toy.
Whenever he had time, he ran toward the Forbidden Forest.
Only this time, he was no longer looking for magical plants.
He started searching for magical creatures instead.
And, to be honest, after spending a week doing that, Dudley really did find a few very good magical creatures.
A Niffler, a Diricawl, and a Mandrake.
Yes.
The Mandrake, which was clearly a magical plant, ended up being tamed by Dudley.
No one knew exactly why.
All of them were stored inside Dudley's knockoff "Poké Balls."
The only regret was that, for now, the two magical creatures, the "Fire-Spitting Dragon" and the "bald horse," still could not be tamed.
He figured this was probably because the level of his Taming Technique was still too low.
The only real pity was that the "magic crystal" was limited and could not be mass-produced.
Otherwise, Dudley would definitely make at least eighty or a hundred of those balls and hide them inside the small pouch at his waist.
Just imagine it.
At Dursley's command, one hundred thousand magical creatures would rush out in an instant.
Each one would slap the enemy once, guaranteeing they would be beaten until their face looked like a pig's head.
Dudley did not like solving things with his own hands.
After all, talented and virtuous people like him preferred to convince others with reason.
At the moment, he had already completed four out of one hundred thousand parts of his dream of owning one hundred thousand magical creatures.
Dudley was already considering how to obtain more "magic crystals."
Wait... it seemed he already had the raw material with him.
...
Harry felt that he had been very unlucky lately.
He had been targeted by a first-year Gryffindor student named Colin, who had recently been lying in wait to take pictures of him.
It had to be remembered that Harry did not like being famous.
What he liked most was silently following behind Dudley.
Because of that, Malfoy never missed a chance to make jokes.
Of course, that still was not the worst of it.
Besides Colin, there was actually someone else who had set his sights on him.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Lockhart.
Since the beginning of term, Lockhart had been looking for opportunities to get close to Harry, trying to find moments to be alone with him and teach him how he should use his own fame.
As for why he did not look for Dudley...
Dudley simply paid him no attention at all.
Besides, Dudley did have fame, but it was limited to Hogwarts and the few people who knew about his identity as Professor Jerry.
The most important point was that he was not as famous as Harry Potter.
After all, the name Harry Potter alone was already a golden ticket.
He was the Savior of the wizarding world.
Saying that every wizard in the wizarding world owed him ten Galleons would not be an exaggeration.
That day, after the end of a boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry, unsurprisingly, was once again kept behind by Lockhart after class.
He wanted Harry to help him answer letters from his fans.
And Harry was not like Dudley.
He could not simply ignore Lockhart.
As a second-year student, he still could not refuse a professor's request.
So he stayed.
Together with Lockhart, he began answering the letters sent by fans one by one.
'Maybe in the future I can help D answer fan letters.'
Harry tried to comfort himself.
Lockhart and Dudley were both authors.
So why had he never seen D answer fan letters?
While thinking about this absentmindedly, Harry unconsciously listened to the so-called "experience" Lockhart was passing on.
"Who is it? Who dares disturb my sleep and awaken the great..."
"Hungry... I'm so hungry... blood... I want blood... I want living sacrifices..."
"Let me eat you... eat you... oh..."
The hoarse, chaotic, resentment-filled voice startled Harry.
He immediately asked Lockhart, who was sitting beside him, immersed in his own self-indulgence.
Only for the other man to have heard nothing at all.
Harry was one hundred percent certain.
That definitely had not been a hallucination.
What should you do when you ran into difficulty?
Look for D.
What should you do when you had doubts?
Talk to D.
What should you do when you had a problem?
Look for D, of course.
So... why not ask him?
Thus, the next day, after morning training ended, Harry went to find Dudley.
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