When Harry said everything he had heard, Dudley was confused.

The old black diary was lying quietly in a special box made by Dudley, and he was planning to refine it in the near future. Because it is not a pure soul body like Voldemort's remnant soul, 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 your alchemy can be upgraded to a higher level.

Shouldn't the big old snake have fallen asleep without the call of the diary?

Why does Harry still hear it?

Could someone else have awakened it?

"You shouldn't be hearing a human voice." Dudley gave Harry a hint.

"Not human?" Harry was slightly stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, the original confusion suddenly became clear, and it was not human: "Ghost? ”

"Possibly, but most likely not ghosts, the ghosts in Hogwarts don't need blood, they don't need living sacrifices, they refuse everything from the living."

First of all, the ghost eats different things from living people, and secondly, even Barrow, the bloody man of Hogwarts, only looks covered in blood, which is what he looked like before he died, in fact, he doesn't need blood and doesn't need a living sacrifice.

"Harry, you should know that I can understand a lot of animals, and it's possible that you're my collateral blood relative. Do you have the same ability? ”

Dudley continued to guide Harry, "Remember last year? You talk to a python in the zoo. ”

"Yes, it says it's from Brazil."

Listening to Dudley's words, Harry nodded. I really didn't ask the wrong person.

"Harry, next time you hear this voice, stay away from it, and find me."

After enlightening Harry, Dudley walked towards Slytherin's bedroom, where he was going to refine his diary today.

As for that 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 and magical creature, bloodthirsty, murderous, and most crucially, any creature that directly interacts with its gaze will be killed instantly.

You can't trust luck completely, and you can't let anyone take risks, Dudley didn't plan to deal with the basilisk so soon, and now that it's awake, it must remove this unstable.

Dudley was thinking about things when he passed around a corner when a figure suddenly rushed out and slammed into Dudley's body, and then was bounced out without any suspense, and fell to the ground with a whoop.

"Are you alright?" Dudley said, judging by the sensations of her body, she was a girl.

"It's fine. I didn't expect anyone to be you, Mr. Dursley. ”

Sure enough, it was a girl, only to hear her slightly excited shout.

Dudley also saw the girl's appearance clearly at this time.

It was a girl with short shoulder-length blond hair, a delicate face and smooth skin, a slightly bulging breasts that were not yet obvious but were already in the development stage, and especially the brownish-red eyes, bright and full of life, which attracted attention.

Amazing, this is the girl's first impression of Dudley.

The girl lowered her head slightly, her big watery eyes staring at Dudley, as if radiating a light called worship.

Many Slytherin girls had looked at him like that.

"I don't think you know me, I'm a freshman in Ravenclaw this year."

Seeing that Dudley never had the intention of stepping forward to help, the girl could only get up from the ground by herself, rubbed her bumping knee, and timidly watched Dudley introduce herself.

"My name is Madison Roberts Flint."

Your eyes are as clear and simple as a lake, and your voice is as clear and moving as a lark.

If you change someone, you will definitely be moved by this Chu Chu moving look.

Unfortunately, standing across from her was Dudley, Dudley Dursley.

"Flint?" Dudley was only slightly stunned when he heard this, and he was naturally familiar with the surname Flint.

When I first entered school last year, I met a little wizard with the same surname.

Well, the guy who was also smashed down by his flying 'Crabbe' hammer.

A certain Slytherin bucktooth captain.

If memory serves, he's in the sixth grade this year.

Judging from the surname, the two should be related by blood, as for why one is called Madison Roberts Flint and the other is called Marcus Flint, Dudley has no interest and no need to know.

He wasn't curious.

"Yes, sir. Marcus Flint is my older brother. Madison stroked her hair slightly, she was just an 11 or 2-year-old first-grade witch, but when she did this, she had a maturity that she didn't even have in the fourth and fifth grades, and she approached Dudley without leaving a trace.

"I think I should apologize to you for my brother's previous rudeness."

It's too close. Dudley could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from the other party's skin, his eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he was very uncomfortable with this slightly intimate action, and silently moved away, not backwards, but to the right.

"I didn't take it to heart, and that was last year."

Marcus has been around him since he offended Dudley last year, especially after Dudley's strong rise.

Actually, it was not necessary, he Dali Desley was a generous man.

Dursley – Convince people with reason.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'm leaving. ”

Madison opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything, and watched his strength leave.

"I'll make sure you'll remember me."

Dudley hadn't taken a few steps before he heard a very soft voice behind him.

The tone and demeanor are very in place, and he looks like an admirer.

However, Dudley did not hesitate, nor did he stop, and strode forward.

Although he was thinking about it, he was sure he hadn't heard any footsteps before.

So this witch named Madison must have stayed there early in the morning, deliberately designed to hit herself.

and the faint fragrance on the other party's body is the taste of love potion added.

It's just that the method is quite immature, and if it were Dudley, there were a hundred ways to do it that were more subtle than what she did.

All kinds of signs show that the other party is coming for him.

But he didn't take it to heart, and he wasn't interested in knowing the other party's purpose, no matter what you were going to do, if you provoked yourself, you would be rewarded with a big fight.

Dudley returned to his room and pushed open the door, frowning slightly.

Although the furnishings inside were exactly the same as when he left, and there was no sign of prying, Dudley was certain that someone had entered.

No one can hide from Dudley's eyes.

It doesn't matter who it is, but it's necessary to fortify your bedroom.

Anyway, there will be one and there will be two, just catch it.

Gently closed the door, put his hands together and formed a faint light under his feet, only to see a pitch-black box slowly rising from the ground, and when he lifted the lid, it was empty.

Stolen?

Of course not.

Dudley wasn't surprised by this, the box itself was just a cover-up, and his hands were closed again.

An old diary with a pitch-black cover slowly emerges from the bottom of the box.

It seems that the 'thief' is quite stupid, and he has not even found the first layer of disguise.

Guess what people think the diary will be stolen. But how is that possible.

(End of chapter)