Harry Potter's Cousin Dudley at Hogwarts

"Dudley, since you came back from Diagon Alley, you haven't even gone down to eat every day." Harry opened the door and came in, saying as he put the food on the table. "You have studied that black notebook for so long, did you find anything special?"

Harry put the food away, sat on Dudley's bed and asked.

"Well, don't tell me, I really discovered something." Dudley said to Harry.

"Oh?" Harry leaned over with interest and asked, "What did you find?"

"For example." Dudley picked up a quill that was on the table, and dipped some ink in it.

Open the notebook and write, [Who are you? ]

[I'm Tom Riddle, hello! ]

"..." Harry blinked his eyes, looked at Dudley, and said that's it?

Harry, who had studied at Hogwarts, said that's it?Influenced by the moving paintings and various ghosts at Hogwarts, this kind of notebook that can answer questions automatically seems to him very ordinary, and it doesn't surprise him at all.

"It's not just these!" Dudley said to Harry, "Harry, let's burn this notebook!"

Harry looked at Dudley with wide eyes, and Dudley motioned Harry not to speak.

Then Harry saw the notebook on the table writing quickly. Harry glanced at it generously, probably saying don't burn me, I'm very useful.

Dudley found a note from the side of the table, wrote a few words and handed it to Harry.

Harry took the note, only saw the general meaning of the note, he could hear them talking in this notebook, and after Dudley's research, he suspected that there was a soul in this notebook.

As he said that, Harry stared at the notebook on the table with wide eyes, then opened his mouth and silently asked Dudley what to do!

Then Dudley pointed at Harry to the side, the cauldron where the pitch black liquid kept bubbling because of the heat.

Harry saw Dudley pick up the notebook on the table, and before he could react, he threw the black notebook into it.

Just now, Harry thought that Dudley had dug out the cauldron to boil some potion, but it turned out that he was cooking the black notebook.

"Dudley, didn't you say that there was a soul in that notebook? Didn't you study it? Why did you cook it?" Looking at the notebook floating in the cauldron, Harry couldn't help asking Dudley.

"Tch, the soul looking at this notebook is a well-mannered soul, but it treats me like a three-year-old child, always trying to learn something from me, and preparing to tempt me to do some bad things. So this soul is not at first glance. What a good person, it would be a disaster to keep it, it might as well be used as a material." Dudley said disdainfully.

"Dudley. But it seems that the potion in your cauldron can't destroy it?" Harry pointed to the floating notebook in the cauldron and said.

Dudley stirred it with something, then put a lid on the cauldron, and said to Harry, "Chicken stew needs to be stewed for a long time before the meat will rot. This notebook looks like an ordinary thing, of course it needs to be stewed for a long time. "

"Okay, whatever you want, wash the dishes later, I'm going out for a while." Harry said indifferently.

"Going out? Where are you going to fool around on a hot day?" Dudley said, picking up the bowl on the table.

"Following? It's not fooling around, it's Draco asking me out to eat." Harry said.

"Oh, so I went to fool around with that kid Draco." Dudley nodded, and then said to Harry who had left his room, "Remember to buy me something delicious when you come back."