Dudley was confused when Harry told him everything he heard.
The old black diary was lying quietly in Dudley's special box, and he was planning to refine it in the near future. Because it is not a pure soul like the remnant soul of Voldemort, the diary is already a Horcrux. Although the material is special, it needs to be destroyed first, otherwise it will affect the purity of the Philosopher's Stone.
Unless his alchemy can be upgraded.
Without the call of the diary, shouldn't that big old snake fall into a deep sleep?
Why did Harry still hear it?
Did someone else wake it up?
"What you heard shouldn't be a human voice." Dudley gave Harry a hint.
"Not a human?" Harry was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it carefully, his original confusion suddenly became clear. It was correct that he wasn't a human: "A ghost?"
"It is possible but most likely not a ghost. The ghosts in Hogwarts do not need blood, let alone living sacrifices. They reject everything from the living."
First of all, the food that ghosts eat is different from that of living people. Secondly, even the Bloody Barrow of Hogwarts only looks like he is covered in blood. That is his appearance before death. In fact, he does not need blood, let alone live. sacrifice.
"Harry, you should know that I can understand the words of many animals, and you are my collateral blood relative. Is it possible that you have the same ability?"
Dudley continued to guide Harry: "Remember last year? You talked to a python in the zoo."
"Yeah, it says it's from Brazil."
After hearing Dudley's words, Harry nodded. As expected, I didn't ask the wrong person.
"Harry, next time you hear this sound stay away from it and find me."
After enlightening Harry, Dudley walked directly towards Slytherin's bedroom. He was going to finish the diary today.
As for the big old snake, it also needs to be dealt with. It is necessary to tell Dumbledore.
The Basilisk, also known as the Snake King, is a very ferocious magical creature that is bloodthirsty and murderous. The most important thing is that any creature that directly meets its gaze will be killed immediately.
We can't completely believe in luck, and we can't let anyone take risks. Originally, Dudley didn't plan to deal with the basilisk so early. Now that it woke up, this unstable factor must be eradicated.
Dudley was thinking about things when he passed by a corner. Suddenly a figure rushed out and hit Dudley hard. Then he was ejected without any suspense and fell to the ground with an ouch.
"Are you okay?" Dudley said. Judging from the feeling of his body, she was a girl.
"It's okay. I didn't expect there was someone there, Mr. Dursley, I didn't expect it to be you."
It was indeed a girl, I heard her shouting slightly excitedly.
Dudley also saw the girl's appearance clearly at this time.
It was a girl with short blond shoulder-length hair, a delicate face, smooth and flawless skin, slightly raised breasts that were not obvious now but were already in the development stage, especially those brown-red eyes, which were bright and full of life. Attractive.
Stunning, this was the girl's first impression on Dudley.
The girl lowered her head slightly and stared at Dudley with her big, watery eyes, which seemed to exude a light called adoration.
Many Slytherin girls had looked at him like this.
"I guess you don't know me, but I'm a new student in Ravenclaw this year."
Seeing that Dudley still showed no intention to come forward to help him, the girl could only get up from the ground, rubbed the bumped knee, and timidly watched Dudley introduce himself.
"My name is Madison Roberts Flint."
Your eyes are as clear and simple as lakes, and your voices are as clear and moving as a lark.
If it were anyone else, he would definitely be moved by this charming expression.
Unfortunately, the person standing opposite her was Dudley, Dudley Dursley.
"Flint?" Dudley only paused slightly when he heard this. He was naturally very familiar with the surname Flint.
When I first entered school last year, I met a little wizard with the same surname.
Well, he also hit the guy who was lying down with a flying 'Crab' hammer.
Some Slytherin buck-toothed captain.
If I remember correctly, he is already in sixth grade this year.
Judging from the surnames, the two should be related by blood. As for why one was named Madison Roberts Flint and the other was named Marcus Flint, that was a family matter. Dudley had no interest and no need to know.
He is not curious.
"Yes, sir. Marcus Flint is my brother." Madison gently flipped her hair. She was obviously just an 11- or 2-year-old first-grade witch, but there was a sense of continuous movement when doing this. , fifth grade seniors were not mature enough, she got closer to Dudley without leaving any trace.
"I think I should apologize to you for my brother's earlier rudeness."
Too close. Dudley could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from the other person's skin. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he was not used to this slightly intimate gesture. He silently moved away, not retreating, but moving toward Pan right.
"I didn't take it to heart and it was last year."
Since Marcus offended Dudley last year, especially after Dudley's strong rise, he basically avoided him when meeting him.
In fact, this is not necessary, Dudley Dursley is a generous man.
Dursley - convince people with reason.
"Is there anything else? If not, I'm leaving."
Madison opened her mouth, but finally said nothing and watched Dudley leave.
"I will definitely let you remember me."
Dudley had not taken a few steps when he heard a very soft voice behind him.
His tone and demeanor were perfect, and he looked like an admirer.
However, Dudley strode forward without any hesitation or any pause.
Although he was thinking about something, he was sure he hadn't heard any footsteps before.
So this witch named Madison must have been there early in the morning and deliberately planned to hit her.
And the faint fragrance of the other person's body is the smell of love potion.
It's just that the technique is quite immature. If it were Dudley, there would be a hundred ways more subtle than what she did.
All signs indicate that the other party is here for me.
However, he didn't take it to heart, and he wasn't interested in knowing the other party's purpose. No matter what you wanted to do, if you pissed him off, he would give you a big fight.
Dudley returned to his room, opened the door, and frowned slightly.
Although the furnishings inside were exactly the same as when he left, and there were no signs of any prying, Dudley was sure that someone had come in.
No one could hide from Dudley's eyes.
It doesn't matter who it is, but it is necessary to strengthen your bedroom.
Anyway, if there is one, there will be two, just catch them.
Gently closing the door, he put his hands together and formed an array under his feet to emit a faint light. He saw a dark box rising slowly from the ground. When he opened the lid, it was empty inside.
Stolen?
Of course it's impossible.
Dudley wasn't surprised at all, the box itself was just a cover up, and he put his hands together again.
An old diary with a dark cover slowly emerged from the bottom of the box.
It seems that the 'thief' is quite stupid and didn't even find the first layer of disguise.
I would blindly guess that someone would think that the diary would be stolen. But how is that possible?
(End of chapter)
