Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

You know, Harry doesn't like being famous.

What he liked most was to follow Dudley silently.

Malfoy often joked about this.

Of course, this is not the worst. In addition to Colin, there is actually another person who is targeting him - the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lockhart.

Since the beginning of the school year, Lockhart had been looking for opportunities to get close to Harry, to be alone with Harry, trying to teach him how to use his fame.

As for why he didn't look for Dudley, Dudley didn't even bother with him. Moreover, Dudley's fame was limited to Hogwarts and a few people who knew his identity as Jerry's teacher. The most important point was that he was not as famous as Harry Potter.

You know, the name Harry Potter alone is a golden sign.

He was the savior who saved the wizarding world.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that every wizard in the entire magical world owes him ten Galleons.

That day, after the boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry was once again kept by Lockhart as expected.

Lockhart asked Harry to help him write back to his fans.

Harry was not Dudley and could not ignore Lockhart. As a second year only, he could not refuse a professor's request.

So he stayed and, together with Lockhart, responded to the letters from fans one by one.

'Maybe I can help D reply to fan mail in the future.'

Harry tried to comfort himself.

Obviously Lockhart and Brother D are both authors, so why have we never seen Brother D reply to fan letters?

Harry was thinking about all sorts of things while unconsciously listening to the "experience" that Lockhart was imparting.

"Who is it? How dare you disturb the slumber and awaken the great."

"I'm so hungry. I want blood. I want a living sacrifice."

"Let me eat you and I'll eat you"

The hoarse, confused, resentful voice startled Harry.

He quickly asked Lockhart, who was sitting next to him and was enjoying himself, but the other party didn't hear anything.

Harry was 100% sure that he was not hallucinating.

What should you do if you have difficulties? Just find Brother D.

If you have any questions, what should you do? Just look for Brother D.

What should I do if I have any questions? Just find Brother D.

So, why not ask the amazing Brother D?

So the next day at the end of morning exercise, Harry found Dudley.

Chapter 124 Madison Roberts Flint

When Harry told him everything he had heard, Dudley was confused.

The old black diary was now quietly lying in a box specially made by Dudley, and he was planning to refine it in the near future. Because it was not a pure soul like Voldemort's residual soul, the diary was already a Horcrux, and although the material was special, it needed to be destroyed first, otherwise it would affect the purity of the Philosopher's Stone.

Unless one's alchemy can be upgraded.

Without the diary's call, shouldn't the big old snake have fallen into a deep sleep?

Why was Harry still hearing it?

Could it be that someone else woke it up?

"That voice you heard was probably not a human voice." Dudley gave Harry a hint.

"Not a person?" Harry was slightly stunned. After thinking carefully, his original confusion suddenly became clear. It must be a ghost: "Ghost?"

"It's possible, but it's most likely not a ghost. The ghosts in Hogwarts don't need blood or living sacrifices. They reject everything from the living."

Firstly, what ghosts eat is different from what living people eat. Secondly, even the Bloody Baron from Hogwarts only looks covered in blood, and that was his appearance before he died. In fact, he does not need blood, let alone a living sacrifice.

"Harry, you should know that I can understand the language 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 what Dudley said, Harry nodded. He really did not ask the wrong person.

"Harry, next time you hear that sound, run away from it and find me."

After counselling Harry, Dudley went straight to Slytherin's bedroom. He was going to refine 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. It is bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty. The most important point is that any creature that comes into direct contact with its eyes will be killed immediately.

We can't rely entirely on luck, and we can't let anyone take risks. Originally, Dudley didn't plan to deal with the basilisk so early, but now that it has woken up, this unstable factor must be eliminated.

Dudley was thinking about something when he passed a corner. Suddenly, a figure rushed out and hit Dudley hard. Then, he was bounced out without any suspense, and fell to the ground with a cry.

"Are you okay?" Dudley said. Judging from the feel of her body, it 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, and she shouted with a little excitement.

Dudley now saw the girl's face clearly.

She was a girl with short golden hair that reached her shoulders, a delicate face and smooth, flawless skin, a slightly raised chest that was not obvious now but was already in the developmental stage, and especially her brown-red eyes, which were bright and full of life and attracted everyone's attention.

Stunning, this was the first impression the girl gave Dudley.

The girl lowered her head slightly and looked up at Dudley with her big watery eyes, which seemed to emit a light called admiration.

Many Slytherin girls had looked at him like this.

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

Seeing that Dudley had no intention of coming forward to help her, the girl could only get up from the ground by herself, rubbed her bumped knee, and timidly looked at Dudley and introduced herself.

"My name is Madison Roberts Flint."

Your eyes are as clear and pure as a lake, and your voices are as clear and moving as a lark.

Anyone else would definitely be moved by this charming look.

Unfortunately, the person standing opposite her was Dudley, Dudley Dursley.

"Flint?" Dudley paused slightly when he heard this. He was naturally very familiar with the name Flint.

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

Well, there was also a guy who was knocked down by his flying Crabbe hammer.

A bucktoothed captain of Slytherin.

If I remember correctly, he is already in sixth grade this year.

Judging from their 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 their family affair. Dudley had no interest in knowing and no need to know.

He is not curious.

"Yes, sir. Marcus Flint is my brother." Madison gently lifted her hair. She was only an 11-year-old first-grade witch, but when she did this, she had a maturity that even fourth- and fifth-grade girls didn't have. She moved 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 brows were slightly frowned, as if he was not used to this slightly intimate behavior. He silently moved away a little, not backward, but horizontally to the right.

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

Ever since Marcus offended Dudley last year, especially after Dudley's rise, he basically avoided him whenever they met.

In fact, this is unnecessary. Dudley Dursley is a generous man.

Dursley - convince people with reason.

"Anything else? If not, I'm leaving."

Madison opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing and watched Dudley leave.

"I will make sure you remember me."

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

The tone and expression were very appropriate, and he looked like a complete admirer.

However, Dudley did not hesitate or stop at all, and strode forward.

Although that would be thinking about the problem, he was sure that he had not heard any footsteps before.

So this witch named Madison must have been there early in the morning and deliberately planned to bump into him.

And the faint fragrance on the other person is the smell of love potion.

It's just that her method was quite immature. If it were Dudley, there would be a hundred ways to do it more subtle than her.

All signs indicated that the other party was coming for him.

However, he did not take it to heart, nor was he interested in knowing the other party's purpose. No matter what the other party wanted to do, if you pissed him off, he would give you a big beating.

Dudley went straight back 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 prying, Dudley was certain that someone had been in.

No one could hide from Dudley's eyes.

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

Anyway, there will be two if there is one, so just catch it.

He closed the door gently, clasped his hands together, and the alchemy formation under his feet emitted a faint light. He saw a black box slowly rising from the ground. When he opened the lid, it was empty inside.

Stolen?

Of course not.

Dudley was not surprised at all by this, the box itself was just a cover-up, and he clasped his hands together again.

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

It seems that the 'thief' was quite stupid and couldn't even find the first layer of disguise.

I guess some people would think that the diary would be stolen. But how is that possible?

Chapter 125 Re-refining Voldemort

Dudley put the diary aside and pulled a large sealed bucket from his waist bag.

He slowly took out a gas mask.

Then put it on his face.

When the lid of the sealed barrel was opened, an extremely pungent smell came out, and the barrel was filled with a colorless, transparent, viscous liquid.

He had no interest in reading the diary of the senior named Tom Riddle, nor was he interested in the knowledge he possessed. He could just ask the professor or read the book to understand such things. Why bother asking something that might very likely deceive you or take advantage of you?

But he coveted the philosopher's stone and magic crystals made from the soul fragments in the diary.

The diary seemed to sense the danger and kept making a buzzing sound, as if it wanted to negotiate, as if it was resisting, or as if it was begging for mercy.

Too bad that didn't do any good.

Dudley didn't even bother to open it.

Without absorbing enough vitality, he couldn't even materialize his illusory soul state. It was just a black diary with a vibration mode at most.

The diary opens automatically.

A line of words appeared on it.

'Wait a moment, I think we can talk.'

Dudley ignored it and took out a pair of giant tweezers and grabbed the diary.