Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 433 The Grand Show Ends! Qualifications for Joining the White Wizard's Faction!

Voldemort roared and transformed into a cloud of black smoke, flying into the sky.

At the same time, she intensified her manipulation of the dark energy to forcibly influence the minds of her remaining subordinates, urging them to abandon their dead family members and children and immediately evacuate with her.

The Death Eaters, having lost loved ones, had bloodshot eyes and were filled with intense emotions of grief and rage.

A significant number of them did not want to simply flee; they wanted to take the bodies of their family members and children with them.

But there was no way around it; Voldemort's intensified use of bewitching dark energy was invincible against the already dwindling Death Eater group.

The Death Eaters had no choice but to obey Voldemort's orders and use their own methods to escape.

Some of the more astute Death Eaters, before leaving, gave orders to the surviving house-elves, instructing them to take the bodies of their fallen wizards, young and old, at any cost.

Having been brainwashed and domesticated for generations, the house-elves have no regard for their own safety and regard their masters' orders as supreme commands. Upon receiving orders, they immediately bravely withstand the attacks of the surrendered wizards to collect the corpses.

Dudley, of course, wouldn't let the house-elves take away the still-alive, seemingly dead wizard. He secretly intervened again, knocking out the house-elves who had their eyes on the seemingly dead wizard.

Only some house-elves were allowed to take away some of the real wizard corpses, both large and small.

At the same time, Dudley telepathically instructed the Malfoys to lead a symbolic pursuit for a short while and then stop.

The Malfoys knew part of Dudley's plans and obeyed his orders without question.

They quickly and brilliantly wrapped up this grand spectacle.

He led the surviving, surrendered wizards in a pursuit for a while, then, citing the need to guard against Voldemort's ambush, ordered everyone to stop the pursuit.

He led the group back to the battlefield where the pursuit had ended.

Here, too, lie the bodies of many of their teammates.

As everyone gazed at the battlefield strewn with corpses, sometimes feeling fortunate to have survived, and at other times feeling lost and disoriented, they were filled with mixed emotions.

Dudley's clone appeared before everyone, silently hovering above the devastating battlefield.

"Dr. Dursley, you've arrived."

Everyone was stunned. It was Narcissa who spoke up, breaking the silence and the awkward, deathly atmosphere.

"Yes, I'm here. I've been here for a while now, and I've seen everything you've done."

Dudley's clone spoke with utter candor, delivering a heavy blow to these unsuspecting, surrendering wizards.

Upon hearing this, some were surprised and bewildered, some seemed to understand, and some were puzzled and confused.

Dudley saw through their thoughts and knew that at this point, no one except the Malfoys would dare to ask him a question, so he calmly continued:

"Don't panic, don't try to guess my intentions, and don't be confused about why I'm being so honest with you."

Now that I have appeared before you, the answer is obvious.

I hereby declare that those who survive this battlefield are now officially eligible to be accepted by the White Wizard camp.

You need not question the weight of my words. I can represent Headmaster Dumbledore's opinion, and Headmaster Dumbledore can represent the opinion of the entire white wizarding community.

As Dudley spoke, he removed the magic that restricted the movement of the bodies of the young wizards who had feigned death and some of the adult surrendered wizards who had also feigned death.

On the battlefield strewn with corpses, a few dozen wizards of varying ranks rose up, as if they had come back from the dead.

This initially brought joy, then surprise, and then joy to the surviving surrendered wizards.

"They've been resurrected! It's the blessing magic of the founder of Hogwarts that has worked! We've gained the approval of the white wizarding camp!"

A surrendered wizard cheered.

This statement quickly resonated with and was met with cheers from the crowd.

However, after the cheers subsided, Dudley poured cold water on everyone's enthusiasm:

"Don't overthink it! They never died, so how could they be resurrected? I secretly intervened and saved them."

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned into silence, their joyful mood seemingly choked up.

"Aren't you all going to thank the Dursley teaching assistant for his help and recognition?"

The Dursley teaching assistant not only secretly helped us, but also bestowed upon my wife and me magical amulets.

Without the magical amulet, my husband and I would have been utterly unable to withstand Voldemort, let alone injure or repel him!

Seeing that Dudley's speech had created a bit of an awkward silence, Lucius quickly spoke up to help Dudley and liven things up.

The surrendered wizards, giving the Malfoys face, broke their silence and repeatedly echoed their sentiments.

A strangely harmonious atmosphere emerged on the bloody battlefield.

What Kedali wanted was not this kind of harmonious atmosphere based on politeness and propriety.

"There's no need to be so humble. I've only ever had one goal: to select out the remaining, still salvageable, corrupt pure-blood wizards and strengthen the white wizard camp."

Lucius, you don't need to say it's a gift. The magic amulet is a present I'm giving to you and your husband, which can also be understood as a reward for your contributions.

Today, you have survived and are qualified to be accepted by the White Wizard camp.

But to actually qualify, you need to keep some principles in mind and make some sacrifices.

Dali broke the somewhat affected atmosphere of politeness and got straight to the point, stating his purpose and thoughts, while also pouring cold water on everyone's enthusiasm.

It turns out that they haven't been accepted by the White Wizard camp yet, and if they want to clear their names and go ashore, they still have to go through a major blood loss with unknown conditions.

But now, no one is willing to give up the opportunity to clean up their name and get back on their feet.

“Assistant Dursley, please tell us, and we will certainly do as you say!”

Lucius, representing a group of surrendered wizards, responded swiftly.

Dudley nodded and began to reveal the answer:

"Let me first tell you the principles you must uphold from now on. That is, equality and non-discrimination, maintaining basic goodwill and morality, and abiding by the stable order of the magical world."

Stop with that pure-blood supremacy mentality.

These ideas were already known to the surrendered wizards, who were mentally prepared.

Hearing this in this setting gives me a completely new feeling.

Most of the people seemed thoughtful and introspective.

Especially those wizards, both big and small, who had just faked their deaths, experienced a bloody and brutal wizard war from multiple perspectives, from firsthand witnesses to bystanders, and gained a deeper understanding of the importance of peace and stability.

Of course, Dudley has never placed all the blame for success or failure on people's self-discipline.

Especially when faced with such a group of fickle and corrupt wizards.

So, while everyone was reflecting, he began to tell them what they needed to give.

"Now that I've explained the principles you need to remember, it's time to tell you what you need to give back for."

You are all two-faced people who like to bet on both sides. You have now reflected on your mistakes and been reformed, but it is hard to guarantee that you will not relapse in the future.

You don't need to swear or make any guarantees to me. I don't believe in that, and I'm sure you don't either.

I have more faith in my own magic.

Therefore, the first thing you need to do is limit your future behavior!

Now, I will remove the dark magic marks from you and replace them with magical shackles of order.

From this moment forward, if you continue to discriminate against others' bloodlines, you will suffer a curse depending on the severity of the discrimination. This curse will manifest as unbearable pain and itching all over your body, accelerated loss of vitality, and diminished luck.

Furthermore, if you ever harbor any thoughts of killing white wizards or good Muggles, you will be cursed and die a split second before you put those thoughts into action.

As Dudley spoke, he channeled his magic to remove the Dark Mark from everyone and imbue them with a fresh curse.

The conditions for triggering this curse are not strict. As long as these people have brains, know their limits, and don't become completely corrupted, then it's as if it doesn't exist and won't have any impact.

That being said, these surrendered wizards could understand Dudley's actions, but none of them wanted to bear an invisible shackle that could take their lives at any moment.

Whether they like it or not, they are destined to bear these shackles.

Moreover, the price they will have to pay is still not fully explained...