Looking at these words, Dudley recalled his first encounter with the famous Rosell the Great's diary in that strange world.
Shock, confusion, fear, disbelief…
He remembered being stunned at the time.
Although he didn't recognize the characters in the diary, he knew very well that they were Chinese, the script of an ancient Eastern country on Earth.
Because when he was little, he saw this kind of writing on the menu when he went to a Chinese restaurant.
But unfortunately, Dudley knew nothing about Chinese; he only knew it was Chinese but couldn't understand its meaning.
This greatly annoyed Dudley at the time.
It's like a huge secret is placed right in front of you, but you can't decipher it. In such a situation, you might even feel it's better not to know about it at all.
The appearance of Rosell the Great's diary also made Dudley realize at that time that he wasn't the only Transmigrator in that strange world; there were others.
In fact, that Transmigrator was hundreds of years earlier than him and had almost reached the pinnacle of that world. He established the Intis Republic, amended laws, and propelled the historical process of the entire world, becoming a well-known figure across the entire Northern and even Southern Continent.
The assassination and mysterious death of Rosell the Great also had many differing accounts.
Dudley always felt that this person hadn't died; he might be lurking somewhere, waiting for the opportune moment to act.
Of course, this wasn't the most shocking thing for Dudley.
What truly made Dudley feel incredible was that when he joined an organization called the Tarot Society and attended their gathering, he discovered that the deity revered by that organization—Mr. Fool—was actually smoothly reading Rosell the Great's diary.
He knew then that this matter was not simple.
This Fool was also a damn Transmigrator.
And it was very obvious that both Rosell the Great and the Fool came from ancient China.
This left Dudley speechless. Why wasn't there a Transmigrator from Britain or the United States who left behind such a diary?
A person who could reach Rosell the Great's level, his insights into mysticism, Sequences, and even the understanding of Gods, even a simple record in his diary could benefit him immensely.
Especially for someone like Rosell the Great, who wrote his diary in Chinese, it was clearly not meant for others to read. Therefore, what was recorded in it must be the most secret affairs and knowledge of that world. Once it could be read, the benefits would be immeasurable.
This could be seen from the Fool.
Just by relying on a diary, he could make everyone believe he was truly a God.
Only Dudley, through some details, deduced his identity.
However, Dudley didn't expose this. He suspected that the Fool probably also knew his identity, and there was an unspoken understanding between the two of them.
Of course, Dudley's ability to reach High-Sequence in that world was certainly not solely dependent on his own efforts.
The Fool had his own opportunities, and Dudley naturally had his too.
"Dudley, Dudley…"
Petunia's worried voice came.
"Oh, what is it, Mom?" Dudley came back to his senses and said with a light chuckle.
"Are you under too much pressure, or are you afraid to go to that place? If you give up now, it's still not too late."
Petunia watched her son stare blankly at the menu for several minutes without any reaction, very worried about his state.
"I'm fine, I just thought of some past things," Dudley said with a light chuckle.
"Are you thinking about the first time I took you to eat Chinese food?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"Yes, I still remember you didn't recognize the words on the menu back then and made a fool of yourself," Dudley said with a smile, then handed the menu to Harry.
"Harry, you order. Today is your birthday. I'm sorry I didn't buy you a birthday present. This meal will be your birthday present."
Dudley said with a smile.
"This…" Harry took the menu with some surprise.
Petunia and Vernon exchanged glances, their eyes showing some disbelief.
"Dad, Mom, after we go to Hogwarts, you won't be taking care of us anymore. We are brothers after all, and taking care of each other is much better than disliking each other."
"If I get bullied, Harry will help me, right?"
Dudley said with a light chuckle.
"That's right, that's how it is. At least we can look out for each other," Petunia nodded, saying nothing more.
Vernon was also convinced by Dudley.
This meal was eaten slowly.
It was Harry's first time eating such delicious food, while Dudley tasted a long-lost flavor in these Chinese dishes.
"Indeed, the dishes of the Intis Republic were somewhat influenced by Chinese cuisine. They are all familiar tastes, especially this stir-fried tomato and eggs."
"I actually miss those few restaurants in Triers."
After the meal, Vernon drove, and their family returned home to Number Four, Privet Drive.
"Perhaps, I can learn Chinese, and even some other commonly used languages."
Dudley had this idea.
Although he most likely couldn't go back to that place, not knowing Chinese prevented him from deciphering Rosell the Great's diary, only being able to watch the Fool show off, which was somewhat annoying.
No sooner said than done, there was still a month until Hogwarts started. With his current learning ability, he should be able to simply master this language, even if this language was called the language of demons, one of the most difficult languages to learn in the world.
"I'll sign up for a class tomorrow."
Dudley made a decision.
In the evening, Dudley began to flip through the books he bought in Diagon Alley in his bedroom.
Among these books, some were related to Magic spells, and some to History of Magic, which greatly helped him understand the entire Black Magic World.
Time always passed quickly while reading; Dudley didn't even realize the passage of time. When he looked up from the pile of books again, he could already see the bright morning light behind the curtains.
"Magic spells are truly amazing."
Dudley couldn't help but take out his wand and wave it gently.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
With a gentle flick of Dudley's wand, spiritual power flowed into the wand, and a piece of paper nearby gently floated up, flying higher and higher as directed by the wand.
"Now, it seems that with my control over spiritual power, casting simple Magic spells has almost no obstacles."
"I can even do it without a wand."
Dudley placed the wand aside, waved his fingertip gently, and chanted in Hermes Language: "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The paper that had fallen earlier flew up again, suspended in mid-air.
Thump!
Suddenly, there was a slight sound from Dudley's doorstep.
Dudley's expression immediately changed. He felt that there was an extra person at the doorstep.
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