Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Making a magic wand seems simple.

Plane out the right wood, polish it until it is smooth, then make a hole in the middle, fill it with the core material, then fill it with the original wood, seal it, and you have a magic wand.

But what is the specific dosage, for example, how much money and tael is appropriate for the core of a stick?

After all, the core of the wand may look light, but it is the soul of the wand. No matter it is dragon nerves, phoenix tail feathers or unicorn hair, each one is extremely light, as if it can be blown away by the wind.

Not to mention, there are some wand makers who have unique spells to help with the making of wands. If you are not in this circle, you will never hear such difficult spells.

After all, it is best to leave professional matters to professionals.

The old man was busy here, but Dudley stretched out and took a nap while thinking about matters related to the wand.

In fact, wizards' spells are not limited to the spells they learned in class. They can also use their wands to perform simple direct attacks - such as a beam of light bullet, a fireball, etc. In the words that Dudley can understand, they are "ordinary attacks."

The strength of this ordinary attack does not depend on the wizard's own understanding of spells.

After all, it's just a basic attack, and there's not even any spells. What else is there to study?

Therefore, the strength of normal attacks is directly determined by the staff.

The effect of a normal attack from my magic wand, which is about 1.85 meters long, would probably be earth-shattering!

While laughing secretly, Ollivander had quickly completed the work.

In the past, it took Ollivander a lot of time and effort to make a wand. After all, it took more than a day or two to make it fit the usage habits of each wizard, as well as their arm length, height, personality, etc.

But Dudley doesn't have so many needs.

hard!

Powerful!

Durable!

That's absolutely enough!

As for comfort, that was not something Ollivander had to consider.

Strong things always have a price.

"Done, give it a try."

Ollivander threw the "magic wand" at Dudley in annoyance.

"What a weapon!"

He stretched out his hand and caught the stick at his eyebrows. Dudley grabbed it with force. The oak wood was indeed hard and strong enough, but its toughness was a little lacking. But it didn't matter. At that moment, Dudley swung the stick and made a beautiful flower with it.

Even Ollivander had to sigh that this guy's martial arts skills were indeed very strong.

"Thank you, old man!"

"Harry will pay you!"

"I think the outside of this thing can be covered with a layer of iron sheet!"

After clasping his fists and saying thank you, Dudley happily held the stick and walked out of the mirror world.

Ollivander, on the other hand, stayed where he was.

What is he going to do?

Wrap a layer of iron around the outside of the wand?

Admittedly, doing so will not affect the use of the wand, but it will feel heavier.

But who would do that, except for some eccentric teenage wizards who like spikes and gothic styles?

This is no less meaningful than throwing a bottle of peanut butter into a perfect and authentic dish of mapo tofu.

It’s not inedible, but it’s definitely not something that humans eat.

By the time they got to the street, no one was looking at Dudley strangely.

After all, his feat of uprooting the Whomping Willow had spread throughout the entire wizarding world through various channels. At least in Europe, Dudley had become a well-known figure.

Even in some distant places, he is more famous than his savior cousin.

The Quibbler magazine run by Luna's family even did an exclusive interview with him. According to Dudley himself, old Lovegood was good in every way except that he didn't pay for his articles.

"School is about to start in the next two days, and Ron and Hermione should be here soon."

Harry muttered, counting the Galleons in his wallet.

The material used for Dudley's wand was very solid. The highlight was naturally the processing fee and the dragon nerve. The money in the small purse had been spent.

"Go to Gringotts. I'll wait for you outside."

After sending Harry into Gringotts, Dudley heard the rumbling sound of the mine cart and Harry disappeared on the ground. He finally put away his smile and walked quickly towards the alley on the side.

There was a big black dog with shaggy hair and a somewhat sloppy appearance.

"Sirius, huh?"

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Harry Potter's cousin, Dudley Dursley."

"There is no need to worry about his safety, because I have become his protector, bound by an unbreakable vow, under the witness of Dumbledore."

After mumbling a lot, Dudley looked down and saw a look of disbelief in the black dog's eyes.

Looking around, there weren't many people around. The black dog finally stood up and quickly changed into a human form. It was Sirius Black, who was wanted by both the Muggle and wizarding worlds on TV and in the newspapers.

He looked extremely slovenly, with dirty, greasy hair tied into knots, and he was wearing tattered clothes, leaving every bit of exposed skin dirty.

But there was a bright light flashing in his eyes.

"Lily has a biological sister. Apparently, you are his son."

"How can I believe you?"

Sirius' voice was dry and hoarse. Apparently, he had been in the beast posture for so long that even his speech had become a little incoherent.

Dudley didn't keep the secret, he just stretched out his arm and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the line of fire left by his oath.

Brother D never liked to be a riddle teller, and he would do his best to explain anything as long as it could be explained clearly.

Not to mention, the Sirius in front of him is someone who is completely trustworthy?

Sirius stared at it blankly and sighed.

"I don't know...how you chose to believe me..."

"But I still want to say...thank you."

Dudley laughed.

"How could a godfather chosen by Harry's parents have bad intentions?"

Sirius' eyes couldn't help but become wet.

What was the point of suffering in a hellish place like Azkaban for so long?

Isn't it just to see your godson?

Even clearing one's own wrongful conviction had to be put at the back of the list.

"Well, Harry… no, I can't see him right now."

Shaking his head vigorously, Sirius gave Dudley a long look.

"That's right, and the Ministry of Magic even sent Dementors to guard the area around Hogwarts in order to track you down."

"So don't be impatient."

"Gather evidence of your innocence and wait for the opportunity. I will take the initiative to send you a message."

Dudley said, and turned to look, but all he saw was the black dog's tail slowly disappearing at the corner at the end of the alley.

"Well, it's gone in a flash."

"You're Batman too."