Dudley was delighted to have unlocked an A-level regret event that still had a possibility of being completed.
He understood that raising a dragon at Hogwarts wasn't as simple as his own case.
To call a deer a horse or a mouse a duck requires 'power' as support.
Without connections to operate, no money for bribes, no absolute force for deterrence, and no threats of power and fame, the Ministry of Magic under Cornelius Fudge's rule would still abide by the wizarding laws and regulations to some extent.
However, depending on the different developments in the future, Dudley always had targeted means to meet these conditions related to 'power'.
He was very confident about this.
Different from Dudley Dursley, who was confident in breaking the rules, the old man Albus Dumbledore following behind had already frowned at this moment.
This great wizard found that Dudley simply didn't take the rules seriously and was completely lawless, running amok!
He was thinking about how to guide Dudley onto the 'right path'.
He didn't want to see another Voldemort rise during his lifetime!
"Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter!"
Seeing that Dudley and Harry were about to enter Ollivanders Wand Shop, the last stop of their shopping, Albus Dumbledore teleported in front and spoke.
He stopped Dudley and Harry, took out an admission letter from his bosom and handed it to Dudley, saying:
"Dear Mr. Dursley, I, Albus Dumbledore, in the name of the current headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, am very pleased to inform you that you have been approved to attend Hogwarts. You will be in the same class as Harry Potter and can enter school together."
Dudley stopped in his tracks. Looking at the great wizard in front of him who seemed both intelligent and stupid, brave and cowardly, and old and decrepit, a playful smile and a cold chill suddenly appeared on his face:
"You're very pleased? How exactly? And who told you I'm going to Hogwarts?
To be honest, before what happened today, I still had a certain degree of respect for you and was planning to go to Hogwarts with Harry.
But now, if you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll ask my parents to take Harry and me to move to another country.
We can go to study at Ilvermorny in America, Beauxbatons in France, Durmstrang in Northern Europe, or even those magical sects in China. Anyway, no matter where we go, I'm confident that Harry and I can become powerful wizards and be even stronger than you!
Then, come back here and torture and kill all those who have hurt my Aunt Lily's family, including that noseless and hideous Voldemort we encountered today! Not a single one will be left!"
Dudley's voice was as cold as bone-chilling wind, making even Hagrid feel a sense of fear involuntarily. Albus Dumbledore's brows furrowed into a 'Sichuan' character, and he was extremely shocked.
This shocked expression tinged with worry grew even stronger after Harry echoed Dudley's words without hesitation.
"I'll listen to my cousin! Wherever he tells me to go to school, I'll go! I will definitely avenge my parents!"
Harry said so. Although his voice trembled slightly, the firm will within it was not lacking at all.
A hazy barrier had long ago blocked the area around them. These remarks, which would have been shocking to ordinary wizards in the wizarding world, were completely contained by Dumbledore's magic skills and did not leak out at all.
Dumbledore pondered for quite a while. Finally, he couldn't help but secretly cast Legilimency on Dudley. And the result... was exactly the same as what Dudley had said.
Dudley really would do what he had said.
Hearing the mental intrusion information prompted by the System in his head, Dudley's face took on an even more contemptuous look. He was extremely certain that Dumbledore had now become overly cautious and was truly old.
The thoughts that Dumbledore had just probed were Dudley's genuine thoughts.
Although he encountered quite a bit of danger today, in terms of the outcome, Dudley had truly achieved great success in this operation.
He had already undergone the fusion of The Philosopher's Stone and had the magic power equivalent to that of an elite magic professor. He would continue to grow stronger in the future.
As long as he became proficient in using various white and black spells through learning, or even more simply...
When he got home, he would transfer the [bloodline of a weak wizard] obtained from the fusion of Harry's blood to his mother, and then teach his mother a few spells. At least, he would complete the d-level regret event [Aunt Petunia - Rejection from the Wizarding World] and obtain an opportunity to fuse magic items of D-rank.
Adding to his existing inventory (two C-rank and two D-rank), he could synthesize an opportunity to fuse magic items of B-rank.
If he fused Quirrell's broken wand, a magic item that could be considered at the peak of B-rank, he would immediately become an elite professor-level expert proficient in a large number of white and black spells.
You know, if Quirrell's wand weren't broken, it could be rated as an A-rank magic item by the System.
All the spells cast by Quirrell in his life, plus the spells cast through Quirrell's body during Voldemort's possession, could be completely inherited and mastered by Dudley after the fusion.
In this way, Dudley would have the capital to stand in any national wizarding world. Even if he no longer completed other regret events, didn't go to Hogwarts to meet other original story characters, and didn't unlock new regret events, it wasn't completely unacceptable to Dudley.
He could just take the family he wanted to protect and stay away from the disputes, watching Dumbledore and Voldemort outwit and battle each other to the death.
When he had cultivated to be strong enough, he would come back and wipe out Voldemort and the Death Eaters once and for all.
This newly formulated simulation plan would encounter no resistance at all, except for Dumbledore who was currently standing in his way.
Unless Dumbledore completely turned to the dark side now, attacked him and killed him, and then modified the memories of Harry and Hagrid to forcefully set things right.
But then, what would be the difference between him and Voldemort? The beliefs he had fought for years would be destroyed by his own hands.
Dumbledore wouldn't do this, just as Dudley would rather bet his life than be at his mercy.
"Well? You've set up a barrier and thought for so long. Have you come up with a foolproof explanation?"
Dudley said calmly. His pair of eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He didn't look like an eleven-year-old lad at all.
"Dudley."
Dumbledore finally spoke, with weariness and vicissitudes showing in his eyes. "You are an extremely intelligent wizard. You should be able to see that I did it to temper Harry..."
"Humph!" Dudley laughed. "Of course I can see that you wanted to temper Harry. But is that really the point? The point is that you simply don't have the ability to set up a proper plan, yet you insisted on setting up a plan that was extremely simple, dangerous and completely disregarded other people's lives!"
You put the Philosopher's Stone in Gringotts. On one hand, you asked Hagrid to lead Harry and me to retrieve it. On the other hand, you let the news out early, attracting Voldemort who was eager for vitality. Isn't that right?
Harry has the protective magic set by Aunt Lily. Voldemort can't kill him, but he can torture him. Could you really have the heart to let an eleven-year-old kid endure the pain of the Cruciatus Curse? You call this tempering?
I didn't know you at all. In your initial perception, I was just a dispensable Muggle. You probably didn't give a damn whether I lived or died, did you? I can understand that!
But what about Hagrid? Hagrid trusted you so much and almost worshipped you like a god. He would do whatever you asked him to. Did you ever consider his life?
Previously in the underground vaults, if Voldemort had used Avada Kedavra on him instead of Sectumsempra, what you would be seeing now would be a three-and-a-half-meter-tall corpse!"
Inside the barrier, Dudley roared angrily at Dumbledore, every word hitting right at the heart.
Harry's face went pale, and his impression of Dumbledore kept dropping.
Hagrid's lips were trembling, his big eyes fixed on Dumbledore, desperately hoping that Dumbledore would say something to refute Dudley's words.
"I... I..."
Dumbledore was thrown into a panic by Dudley's series of questions. Such emotions should never have appeared in him, but after thinking for a while, he realized that he really hadn't thought things through that much or that carefully.
"I really didn't expect that you would encounter Voldemort in Gringotts. I didn't consider the issue of time well."
In the end, he could only reply with such a sentence. Self-reproach and guilt showed on his aged face, and he didn't even dare to look into Hagrid's eyes much.
But Dudley was still fuming.