Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 138 The Modification Methods on Pipi Ghost!

"Develop a fast-acting potion that can anesthetize powerful soul fragments, or even better, directly poison them."

It must be applied topically, not taken orally. It needs to work quickly, and the longer the effect lasts, the better. It must be a specially formulated potion that can rapidly penetrate magical artifacts, directly affecting the soul fragments without harming the artifact itself.

Dumbledore didn't hesitate or mince words; he stated his demands clearly and directly.

Upon hearing this, Snape's brain began to race, pondering how to concoct this potion. The more he thought about it, the more his brow furrowed.

"That's too difficult, almost impossible."

"You can do it, Severus." Dumbledore's expression was firm, showing even more faith in Snape than Snape himself.

“I will do my best,” Snape accepted the task.

"It's not about trying our best, it's about making sure it's completed. There's still plenty of time; it would be best if it could be finished before the end of this academic year. If it can't be finished this year, we can postpone it for a while. The sooner the better, while ensuring effectiveness!"

Dumbledore then emphasized the important points regarding the mission.

Snape nodded to show he understood, then raised his wand and pointed it at the large collection of portraits of past headmasters on the ceiling of the headmaster's office.

"Slytherin brat, what are you doing?!" a portrait of a former headmaster shrieked.

"Forget everything and it's all empty!"

Snape responded directly with a forgetting spell; he didn't want his embarrassing scene of crying and collapsing to the ground to be remembered by a bunch of unrelated portraits.

"Sigh, there's really no need for that..." Dumbledore said with a hint of helplessness.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

Snape resumed his cold, expressionless demeanor and turned to leave the headmaster's office.

As he passed the spiral staircase leading to the principal's office, he vaguely sensed something was amiss, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

As he was frowning in thought, he was suddenly tripped by an invisible leg and tumbled all the way to the dripping stone beast statue at the entrance, breaking several of his arm and rib bones.

"This kick was for Harry, who miraculously survived. Professor Snape, go back and brew two more pots of Bone Elixir!"

Dudley dispelled his illusion spell, revealing himself, and spoke coldly to the wounded and disheveled Snape.

He then went into the principal's office.

He didn't even glance at Snape, who had fallen miserably and was staggering away.

Inside the headmaster's office, Dumbledore waited silently for Dudley to enter.

He had already noticed the commotion on the stairs outside, and his expression was one of utter helplessness.

Seeing Dudley enter, he rubbed his forehead and asked, "Dali, did you hear everything?"

"I heard everything, and you probably didn't intend for me to hear it, did you?" Dali's response was very calm. "There's no point in continuing this topic, let's get down to business!"

Dumbledore looked embarrassed: "Alright, alright, let's get down to business! Voldemort's soul..."

"Wait a minute, I'm not comfortable plotting under so many eyes." Dudley interrupted Dumbledore, pointing to the pile of portraits of the former headmaster on the ceiling.

“You rude brat, you must be from Gryffindor!” the portrait of former headmaster Armando Dippert shouted.

"Armando, what do you mean? What did Gryffindor do to you? What gives you the right to imply that our house is rude?!"

Before Dudley could reply, a portrait of an unknown headmaster from Gryffindor refuted him.

Then the portraits of the headmasters began to chatter and argue, leaving Dumbledore and Dudley out in the cold.

“Dudley, these portraits of former headmasters will unconditionally obey the orders of the current headmaster; they will not leak any information,” Dumbledore explained to Dudley.

Keda's expression remained unchanged.

Dumbledore had no choice but to turn a chocolate frog box into a large black cloth, which floated up and covered all the portraits on the ceiling.

The principal's office was quiet again.

"Give me a bottle of orange soda!"

Dudley used his magic to pull a chair from the headmaster's office to his side and sat down, then unceremoniously asked Dumbledore for a drink.

"How did you know I had this... Oh! You guessed the password to the principal's office."

Dumbledore was slightly puzzled, but then he figured out the reason. He was both amused and exasperated, and used the Summoning Charm to summon soda for Dudley.

As he served the soft drinks, he explained:

"Forgive me for being a glutton. Back then, I didn't get to drink this supposedly sweet and sour beverage at your house, so I specially exchanged some Muggle coins and bought a lot from a Muggle store, bringing them back to drink secretly!"

You know what, it really is sweet and sour, absolutely delicious, even better than a pile of cockroaches! By the way, Daddy, want some cockroaches?

"I don't want the cockroach pile!" Dudley opened his soda and took a big gulp, then said, "Let's continue talking about Voldemort, this incredibly resilient cockroach!"

Has Voldemort's soul possessed Ecclesia's body?

"This afternoon, the parasitic inoculation was completed in the pharmacy of the school hospital."

This time, Voldemort's main spirit didn't reside in the back of her head, but rather in Ecclesia's abdomen.

Dumbledore also fetched himself a bottle of orange soda, and said as he drank.

"That noseless monster always manages to come up with something new!"

"Dali exclaimed."

He thought about the scene for a moment, chuckled, and felt a little better. The atmosphere of his conversation with Dumbledore also became more harmonious.

He then asked, "How did you modify Peeves? Can you guarantee that Voldemort's main spirit won't find out?"

When Dudley asked this question, Dumbledore smiled confidently:

"I'm confident in this. I modified Peeves's spiritual properties to perfectly combine him with the Invisibility Cloak, one of the Three Holy Relics of the Dead."

Peeves can now wear an invisibility cloak and pass through walls without leaving a trace.

Even the advanced spell—Humanoid Appearance—can't detect Peeves, ensuring absolute safety.

"Invisibility Cloak? You put the Invisibility Cloak on Peeves?" Dudley looked surprised; this was a bizarre move he hadn't expected.

"That's right, only the Deathly Hallows are the safest option."

"The Invisibility Cloak is a family heirloom of the Potter family. I'm just holding it for safekeeping. I'll return it to Harry once this matter is over," Dumbledore replied.

Dudley didn't dwell on the matter too much. The Invisibility Cloak would eventually fall into his hands, so using it to monitor Voldemort was making the best use of it.

He then inquired about other details: "How do you monitor Peeves' surveillance? And how do you ensure that you can quickly appear on the scene and subdue Voldemort in a critical moment?"

"look!"

Dumbledore pointed to the Pensieve beside his desk, and the water in the Pensieve immediately surged and turned into a three-dimensional water mirror, showing Peeves' real-time vision.

Dudley took a look and indeed it was miraculous.

Eckeris is currently lying obediently in her hospital bed recovering from her injuries.

Judging from his complexion, it seems his condition has worsened.

"As for how I can get to the scene quickly, that's up to my old friend!" Dumbledore continued to explain to Dudley.

As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes.

Dudley looked in the direction and saw a Phoenix Fox resting with its eyes closed on a metal scaffold not far away.

I also saw a shorter shelf next to the tall shelf, on which was a tattered Sorting Hat (in a dormant state) and a fine, gleaming silver sword.

This is clearly the only Gryffindor sword among the four treasures left by the founders of Hogwarts that has never been lost.