Harry Potter: I Am Big D

Chapter -122.

When Harry recounted everything he had heard, Dudley was somewhat puzzled.

The old black diary was quietly lying in Dudley's custom-made box, and he was planning to use it soon. Since it was not a pure soul like Voldemort's fragmented soul, the diary was already a Horcrux; although the material was special, it needed to be destroyed first; otherwise, it would affect the purity of the Philosopher's Stone.

Unless his alchemy could level up.

Without the call of the diary, shouldn't that big snake have stayed into a deep slumber?

Why could Harry still hear its voice?

Could it be that someone else awakened it?

"You should be hearing something that isn't human," Dudley gave Harry a hint.

"Not human?" Harry was slightly taken aback; after careful thought, the original confusion became clear.

Non-human makes sense: "perhaps a ghost?"

"Possible, but most likely not a ghost. The ghosts in Hogwarts don't need blood, let alone living sacrifices; they reject everything from the living."

Firstly, ghosts consume things differently from the living. Secondly, even Hogwarts' bloody baron, Nearly Headless Nick, only looks bloody; that was their appearance before death; in reality, they don't need blood or living sacrifices.

"Harry, you should know that I too can understand the language of many animals, and since you are my distant blood relative. Is it possible... that you have the same ability?"

Dudley continued to guide Harry: "Remember last year? You talked to a python at the zoo."

"Right, it said it was from Brazil."

After hearing Dudley's words, Harry nodded. He indeed did not ask the wrong person.

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

After enlightening Harry, Dudley walked directly toward the Slytherin dormitory; he was going to use the diary today.

As for that big snake, it also needed to be dealt with. It was necessary to inform Dumbledore.

The basilisk, also known as the deadliest serpent , is a very fierce magical creature, bloodthirsty and murderous. The most crucial point is that any creature making direct eye contact with it will immediately die.

One should not rely solely on luck, and hr certainly cannot allow anyone to take risks. Dudley originally did not plan to deal with the basilisk so soon, but since it was awakened early, this unstable factor must be eliminated as soon as possible.

As Dudley pondered the matter, he suddenly bumped into a figure coming around a corner, causing him to collide hard, followed by the figure being unceremoniously knocked back, landing with an "ouch!" on the ground.

"Are you okay?" Dudley asked, judging from the sensation that it was a girl.

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

It was indeed a girl, who exclaimed somewhat excitedly.

Dudley then clearly saw the girl's appearance.

She was a girl with shoulder-length golden hair, a delicate face, and smooth, flawless skin. Although it was not obvious yet, she was already in the developmental stage, with slightly protruding breasts, especially her brown-red eyes, bright and full of life, making her stand out.

Stunning—this was Dudley's first impression of the girl.

The girl slightly lowered her head and raised her eyes, her big, watery eyes gazing at Dudley, seemingly radiating an admiration-like glow.

Many of the younger Slytherin girls had looked at him with the same eyes.

"I suppose you don't know me. I'm a new student in Ravenclaw this year."

Seeing Dudley not coming forward to help her up, the girl could only get up by herself, rubbing her sore knee and shyly introducing herself:

"My name is Madison Roberts Flint."

Her eyes were as clear and pure as a lake, and her voice was as crisp and charming as a lark.

If it were someone else, they would surely be moved by her charming demeanor.

Unfortunately, standing opposite her was Dudley Dursley.

"Flint?" Dudley paused slightly; he was naturally familiar with the surname Flint.

He had seen another young wizard with the same surname when he started school last year.

Hmm, that was the guy who had been knocked down by his 'Crab' jinx.

Some Slytherin's buck-toothed captain.

If he remembered correctly, he was a sixth-year student this year.

Based on the surname, the two should be related by blood. As for why one was named Madison Roberts Flint and the other Marcus Flint, that was their family matter; Dudley had no interest or need to know.

He wasn't curious.

"Yes, sir. Marcus Flint is my brother," Madison gently tossed her hair, revealing a maturity that even fourth or fifth-grade seniors didn't possess, despite being just an 11 or 12-year-old first-grade witch.

She discreetly moved a bit closer to Darry.

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

Too close.

Dudley could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from her skin.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he were unaccustomed to such an overly intimate gesture, and he silently moved away a little—not backward, but to the right.

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

Since Marcus offended Dudley last year, especially after Dudley's rise, he had been avoiding him whenever they met.

There was really no need for this; Dudley Dursley was a magnanimous person.

Dursley—persuaded by reason.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll be leaving."

Madison opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing, watching him leave.

"I will definitely make you remember me." Dudley had only taken a few steps when he heard a very soft voice behind him.

The tone and demeanor were very much on point, entirely in the manner of an admirer.

However, Dudley showed no hesitation at all and did not stop, striding forward.

Although he was deep in thought, he was certain he hadn't heard any footsteps earlier.

So this witch named Madison had been there all along, deliberately planning to bump into him.

And the faint fragrance on her was reminiscent of love potions.

But the technique was quite naive; if it were Darry, he had a hundred ways to be more subtle than what she did.

All signs indicated that she was coming for him.

However, he didn't pay it much mind and had no interest in knowing her intentions; whatever she was up to, if she annoyed him, he would reward her with a good love of his fists.

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

Although the furnishings inside were exactly the same as when he left and there were no signs of tampering, Dudley was sure someone had been in.

No one could fool his sharp eyes.

Who it was didn't matter, but it was necessary to reinforce his bedroom.

After all, if one had been here, then there would be a second; catching them would suffice.

He gently closed the door and clasped his hands, causing a faint glow to emit from the ground, revealing a pitch-black box slowly rising from the floor. He lifted the lid, and it was empty inside.

Was it stolen?

Of course not.

Dudley was not surprised at all; the box itself was merely a disguise.

He clasped his hands again.

An old diary with a black cover slowly floated up from the bottom of the box.

It seemed the "thief" was rather foolish, even failing to find the first level of disguise.

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