At night, after Ron and Harry had fallen asleep, Dudley quietly rolled over and got up, standing at the window looking at the bright moon outside.

He pulled out a small, thin, black-covered notebook from his bosom.

It was not in vain to spend so many gold Galleons during the day to buy gifts for the Weasleys.

First, it is to express gratitude for borrowing.

Second, in order for them to organize their things, he had the opportunity to secretly take the notebook out of Ginny's crucible.

Everything went so smoothly.

Dudley flipped through his notebook at random, and on the first page, he could only make out a name written in vague ink: Riddle.

This name is Voldemort's previous name - Tom Riddle.

Dudley reassured, and under the circumstances, he was afraid that he would make a mistake.

This notebook was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, containing the soul he had severed when he was only seventeen.

Dudley stared at the notebook, wondering if he could write on it and fool Voldemort into some advanced magic.

As long as they are not bewitched, the soul in this place will not be able to recover their strength and be reborn.

Dudley suddenly felt the urge to write in his notebook immediately.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you......

This sentence popped into his mind.

Looking at the ......

His eyes gradually lost their sparkle, and their eyes became hollow.

I saw him walk stiffly to the desk and sit down.

Spread out the notebook and pick up the quill......

At this moment, he instantly regained his clarity.

Looking at everything in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly shook off his feathers and closed his notebook.

His back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he shivered in the evening breeze, and his heart was pounding, and he was terrified.

Hell.

There's something about this notebook.

He hadn't even started writing yet, and it seemed that the notebook could no longer be placed on his upper body.

"Well, you have to use magic to use this pendant. Dudley muttered quietly.

He rubbed his temples and carefully remembered that he and Dobby had cast magic at 4 Privet Road, but the Ministry of Magic sent a letter with his and Harry's names written on it.

He was going to gamble that the trace could only identify someone in the area casting magic, not a specific person.

If you guess wrong, you'll have to trouble Dumbledore again.

He smiled helplessly, feeling a little sorry for Dumbledore, and turned Dumbledore into a nanny alive.

"It's getting bigger. ”

Dudley placed the notebook in the box.

"Huh?" Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up, he was woken up by some noise Dudley, "Dudley, what are you doing so late?"

"I suddenly thought of the gadget I bought today, and I saw if it was still there. Dudley said casually, and then lowered the box to the size and hung it around his neck again.

"Sleep. ”

"I'm sorry for you. Harry collapsed.

Dudley shook his head helplessly, helping Harry rearrange the quilt.

I'm afraid this guy is in a kind of half-dream, half-awake, but that's fine, in this state, people's minds will think of what they see as dreams.

He lay on the bed with a smile on his lips.

When the time comes, as long as Dumbledore destroys the notebook, there will be no basilisk haunting, and there will be no young version of Voldemort who will try his best to resurrect him.

He'll be able to live a smooth second grade.

Gradually, he fell asleep.

That night, he had a sweet dream - the original team of dragon-eaters had made a fire at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and on the ground was a basilisk that was missing a large piece of meat.

Ron was wiping his sweat and roasting a long stretch of snake meat by the fire, Dumbledore and Hagrid were drinking and laughing, and Harry was holding a bottle and feeding the little thing in his arms.

He and Hermione leaned against the tree and looked up at the stars.

......

The next day, Dudley didn't receive any letters from the Ministry of Magic, and he guessed correctly, the Trace was to monitor the fluctuations of magic in an area.

Without any worries, Dudley began to enjoy the rest of his summer vacation.

But this summer vacation was like getting a UU accelerator, and in the blink of an eye, Dudley and Harry's last day at the Burrow.

That night, Molly conjured up a sumptuous dinner, all of which were real dishes that tasted very good, and the last dish was a honey pudding that made people drool when they saw it.

Fred and George's laborious fireworks display made the evening perfect.

Because of the fireworks, the kitchen was suddenly covered with red and blue stars, bouncing between the ceiling and the wall for at least half an hour.

After having their best, each drank a cup of hot chocolate and went to bed.

The next morning, as soon as the chickens crowed, they got up.

The Weasleys were in a mess as a result.

George and Fred collided on the stairs and fell on all fours.

Molly rushed around the house in a frustrated mood because she had forgotten to prepare spare clothes and socks for her children the previous night.

In a hurry to carry Ginny's box out, Arthur tripped over a chicken in the yard and nearly broke his neck.

Dudley and Harry helped the Weasleys carry their belongings as they made their way to the car.

Harry looked at the car and suddenly asked, "Say, how did the nine of us, five boxes, three owls and a mouse fit into this little Ford Anglia?"

Dudley shrugged, he didn't know everything, and he guessed that the car should have a stretch without a trace. It's just that he didn't notice it when he first got in this car, otherwise he wouldn't be crowded with Ron and Harry.

In fact, the car does have a traceless stretch, but with a single button to control.

They can get into the car without any crowding.

Arthur was in the driver's seat, and Molly and Ginny were in the co-pilot.

Dudley, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Percy sat comfortably side by side in the back, and the seats in the back were lengthened to resemble benches in the park.

Arthur looked back at them and said, "Isn't this a great car, I dare say, Muggles would never have seen it so spacious on the outside." Hey, my modded ......"

Molly's look made Arthur stop hissing, and he honked his horn, "Dear wife, dear children, sit tight, we're leaving." ”

"Drop... Student Card ......"

Arthur started the engine, and the car slowly drove out of the yard, this time they didn't fly in the sky.

Even if Arthur pleaded in frustration like a child, even if the car could be invisible with a button, they could only run honestly on the ground.

Just because Molly didn't allow Arthur to do such a thing in broad daylight, it wasn't good to be seen by the Muggles.