Harry Potter: I Am Big D

Chapter -121.

In just one night, Dudley completed the taming of all the Cornish Pixies.

The good news is that despite taming such a large group, Dudley 's body showed no abnormalities, just a slight mental fatigue.

The bad news is that not all Cornish Pixies were able to evolve to LV2. Except for the very first one, the others remained at LV1.

Perhaps due to the lesson learned from the first Cornish Pixie, Lockhart's subsequent classes no longer contained practical content.

Each class featured 2-3 young wizards simply performing the contents of his books, which was regarded as knowledge transmission, extremely perfunctory.

Rather than being called Defence against the dark arts class, it would be more accurate to call it a drama performance.

Empty, boring, and lacking any emotion, not to mention that no knowledge was learned, even though the experiences in his book were quite exciting.

But... a book is just a book, nothing more than that.

As a result, Hermione rated Lockhart the lowest—worse than Professor Quirrell, who at least taught how to deal with trolls.

The Discipline Committee continued to harvest points from the professors in an almost predatory manner.

Currently, among the four houses, aside from a few young wizards still putting in effort, most had already given up, and those who were still working hard didn't even realize they had already been placed on the Discipline Committee's assessment list.

Thus, they peacefully passed the first month of their second year.

Still at night, Dudley slowly pushed open the door to his room, stretching his slightly sore neck, which instantly made a popping sound like frying beans.

"Finally done."

Looking at the finished item in his hand, he revealed a rare satisfied smile.

This was a contraption he had spent a long time developing.

The latest product of Alchemy + Magical equipment Modification.

It was a spherical object, primarily red and white, with a seam dividing it into two halves; the upper half was red, and the lower half was white, with a circular pattern in the center of the sphere.

If someone from Dudley's previous life saw it, they would surely exclaim, a Poké Ball?!

It looked just too similar.

Apart from the position of the circular pattern in the middle, it is indeed true that the ball made by Dudley is light blue instead of white, and a small part of the "magic crystal" obtained by Voldemort after his transformation is placed there.

Anyway, the Pixie and the Charizard are here, so it doesn't matter much to have this one ball.

Dudley originally wanted to call it a magical creature ball, but it sounded too awkward, so he named it just Poké Ball instead.

"Go!" Dudley gently tossed it upward, and the counterfeit Poké Ball opened with a flash, revealing the Pixie.

"Gah!" The Pixie made a fierce expression in perfect cooperation.

It felt pretty good.

Casually tossing the Pixie some food, Dudley picked up the counterfeit Poké Ball and directed it at the Pixie. A red beam of light shone on the Pixie, and with this light, the Pixie was summoned back in the poké ball.

The counterfeit Poké Ball shrank quickly to only one-third of its original size and was gently placed at his waist. With a soft "snap," it firmly adhered to his waist.

Don't underestimate this little ball.

It's a highly magical alchemical product.

The red light is a specialized summoning spell, and the internal space has been enchanted with an expansion spell, allowing it to attach to his waist through a fixing spell, while resizing relies on the transformation spell; the entire Poké Ball also has a contract added—only Dudley can use it.

Since the counterfeit Poké Ball was produced, Dudley, as if he had found a new toy, kept sneaking into the Forbidden Forest.

However, this time he wasn't searching for magical plants but rather looking for magical creatures.

Surprisingly, after a week, Dudley actually found some decent magical creatures: a Snuffle, a Pygmy Puff, and a Mandrake.

Hmm, the Mandrake, which is clearly a magical plant, was actually tamed by Dudley for some unknown reason.

All of these were stored in the counterfeit "Poké Ball."

Unfortunately, the "Charizard" and the "Thestral" currently cannot be tamed; it seems that Dudley 's taming skills are just too low.

The only regret is that the supply of the "magic crystal" is limited and cannot be mass-produced; otherwise, Dudley would definitely want to have several dozen stashed in pouches at his waist.

Just think about it, if Dudley commanded, tens of thousands of magical creatures would instantly rush out and could easily be beaten into a pulp.

Dudley didn't like to do things himself; after all, someone of his caliber prefers to persuade others with reason.

Currently, he has achieved four out of a hundred thousand in his dream of having magical creatures.

Dudley was already considering how to obtain more "magic crystals."

Wait, doesn't he have the raw materials himself?

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Harry felt that he has been quite unlucky recently. He was being stalked by a first-year Gryffindor named Colin, who had been lurking around to take his pictures.

To be honest, Harry did not like being famous; he preferred to quietly follow Dudley .

Malfoy had teased him about this quite a bit.

Of course, this wasn't the worst of it; besides Colin, there was another person keeping an eye on him—the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Lockhart.

Since the beginning of the school year, Lockhart had been trying to find opportunities to get close to Harry, seeking moments to be alone with him in an attempt to teach him how to utilize his fame.

As for why he didn't target Dudley, Dudley simply ignored him, and while Dudley was famous, it was only within Hogwarts and among a few who knew about his identity as Jerry; the most important point is that he wasn't as famous as Harry Potter.

Just the name Harry Potter is a golden sign.

He is the savior of the wizarding world.

One could say that every wizard in the magical world owes him ten Galleons.

One day, after a boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry was unsurprisingly once again detained by Lockhart.

Lockhart wanted Harry to help him write replies to his fans' letters.

Sadly Harry was not like Dudley; he couldn't ignore Lockhart. Being only in his second year, he felt he had no choice but to comply with a professor's request.

So, he stayed behind and replied to the letters from fans with Lockhart.

"Maybe this way I can help D-bro reply to fan letters in the future."

Harry tried to comfort himself.

'Clearly, both Lockhart and D-bro are authors, so why has D-bro never been seen replying to fan letters?' As Harry pondered this, he unconsciously listened to Lockhart's imparted "experiences."

"I'm so hungry. I want blood; I want a living sacrifice."

"Let me eat you, eat you!"

A hoarse, chaotic, and resentful voice startled Harry.

He hurriedly asked Lockhart, who was lost in self-indulgence beside him, but the latter didn't hear a thing.

Harry could be a hundred percent sure that it was definitely not his imagination.

What should he do when faced with difficulties? Just ask D-Bro.

What should he do when in doubt? Just ask D-Bro.

What should he do when he has questions? Just ask D-Bro.

So, why not ask the amazing D-Bro?

The next day, after finishing his morning exercise, Harry found Dudley.

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