This was an incredibly grand celebration.
Everyone was dressed in scarlet robes, and the table was covered with drinks and sweets that Fred and George had brought from Hogsmeade.
This surprised everyone in the Chat Group.
Toad that bounce and hop, making your stomach dance when you eat them; fruit juice jelly balls that make you float into the air when you eat them; Drooble's Best Blowing Gum that fills the room with bluebell-colored bubbles; Pepper Imps that lets you breathe fire when you eat it; and Ice Mice that makes your teeth squeak.
As for the drinks Butterbeer, Pumpkin Juice, and hissing Pumpkin Juice, only the hissing Pumpkin Juice has a bit of a fantastical feel, as it keeps making a hissing sound, even after you drink it. Paired with Toad mints that can stay in your stomach, it's really quite interesting.
But in this way, people who don't know the situation might think that he has Parseltongue and is speaking Serpent Tongue.
Harry can attest to that, though he says there are a lot of grammatical errors, and it sounds like "I you he hahaha".
Harry's Parseltongue was discovered, much to everyone's surprise. Aside from Basil earning another 500 gems, the most important thing was that everyone in the Chat Group was captivated by the magical candies and drinks.
Basil immediately withdrew another batch of Galleons from the Lestrange family's vault, purchased a batch of candy from Honeydukes, and sent the drinks to the guild space.
In an instant, all the group members logged into the space.
Relying on their consciousness, they began to feast without restraint.
Basil, unaware of what was happening, stopped the live stream and found Hermione reading a large book called "Life and Social Customs of a British Muggle Family" in a corner.
He lay on her lap, pretending to sleep, his consciousness drifting into space.
Madison went straight for him, hiding the Pepper Imps in his tongue, causing Basil to sneeze a few times with fire.
Sophie, unfazed, followed Madison's example and fed the iced duck neck to Basil in front of everyone.
Beatrix was still a bit reserved, but seeing what the other two did, she swallowed two bouncy milk jelly balls. Her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel's, and she squeezed past Sophie and Bucky to share the jelly balls. The two floated into the air, and she gave Sophie and Madison on the ground a smug smile.
Sophie's fingertips glowed, and an invisible wind surrounded her as she flew towards Basil.
The quiet and introverted Zoe flipped through the book, but her attention remained fixed on Basil.
Basil winked at her.
The party lasted until 3 a. m.
The party was the same whether it was held in the Gryffindor Common Room or in a club space that resembled the Slytherin Common Room.
The only difference was that by 3 a. m., the Gryffindor Common Room was almost empty. Only Hermione, still reading, and Basil, sound asleep, remained. In the clubroom, everyone stayed on the sofa in the common room, not having left.
Seeing the chaos around him, Basil coughed awkwardly.
Madison is really going too far! They have a complete newbie like Zoe, how could they be so bold as to mess around and let her join directly?
Fortunately, he worked tirelessly and devoted himself wholeheartedly, so that no one was neglected.
Basil, how could you have fallen so low?
Starting tomorrow, I will give up Pumpkin Juice!
"Basil, why are you giving up Pumpkin Juice?" Hermione slammed the thick book shut, blinking her big, light brown eyes.
"You should know about allergies," Basil said casually, getting up from Hermione's lap. "Before, I ate Pumpkin Pasties and pumpkin ice cream without any problems. But I never expected that after drinking hissing Pumpkin Juice, my head would feel dizzy."
"An allergy?" Hermione narrowed her eyes. She suspected that someone had cast a spell on Basil.
Because during the time Basil was lying on her lap, no fewer than 50 students came over to chat with her, trying to find an excuse to help Basil get back to her dormitory.
What's outrageous is that there's even a Slytherin student here; he changed into Gryffindor clothes and managed to sneak in.
After being caught, he admitted that he had heard that the Gryffindor beautiful girl was drunk and wanted to try his luck.
Therefore, she now suspects that someone has placed a bewitching spell on her Basil, either directly or indirectly.
Confusion Charms, as the most widely used spells by modern wizards (such as the Muggle-Repelling Charm, used to hide the Wizarding World), have many variations and indirect uses.
Adding it to food or drinks is merely a slightly more sophisticated technique.
The most skilled bewitching spells are even cast into volatile gases.
The Muggle World handkerchief that supposedly makes someone obedient and lose their mind upon smelling it is likely that a wizard imbued the handkerchief with a bewitching gas and used it on Muggle. This method is most common in the United States, where wizards have very strict control over their wands.
Unlike in Britain, where you can just wave your wand and do whatever you want, there's no need for all that complicated stuff.
"Ugh, so annoying." Looking at Basil's handsome, otherworldly face, Hermione felt inexplicably troubled. So many rivals, even men coveting her. But the thought that Basil would think of her even when he was feeling dizzy filled her with motivation.
Fortunately, they were only out of contact for 20 minutes after the game today.
He spent the rest of his time by her side.
Basil can't be taken advantage of in his dreams, can he?
You can't possibly lose your virginity in another world, can you?
"What's bothering you?" Basil had no idea what Hermione was thinking. She had just said she was bothered, but the next second she was all smiles like a doting aunt.
"I'm annoyed that you're too popular." Hermione leaned closer and straddled Basil, silencing him with a kiss.
An hour later, Basil had changed into his pajamas and was lying on his long-lost four-poster bed.
Harry, Ron, and the others have fallen into a deep sleep.
Fanta turned its head, saw it was Basil, and then closed its eyes again.
Basil breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he had retained his virginity in Hermione's hands.
"I can go to sleep now," Basil thought, stretching.
The fatigue of the consciousness can actually be transmitted to the physical body.
But Basil did not use his talent, "Radiant Beauty," to dispel fatigue.
Sleeping is more comfortable after being overworked.
However, at that moment, Riddle, who had been released to the outside world, sent a telepathic message through the [Grimoire].
"My lord, I think you must come to the Malfoy Manor."
"Your failure to show up has greatly upset Narcissa. She seems to be on the verge of a breakdown."
Basil sighed, "Am I really destined to become a traitor like Cao Cao?"
Anyone who has cooked knows that if you cut off the white part of a scallion, it will release a lot of sap and be spicier.
Although she was his enemy's wife, the main reason was that he was really tired today.
So, the "Radiant Glow" effect was activated, which also gave Beatrix a sense of participation.
The fatigue was shaken off.
Furthermore, he has no intention of giving up his status as a virgin.
He closed his eyes, his body seemingly sinking into the deep, dark bottom of a lake.
This is Dream Sea.
"If Dumbledore could see this, wouldn't he be even more convinced that I have the blood of both King Arthur and Merlin?"
"After all, Merlin is said to be half-Nightmare, and Nightmare legends describe a high-dimensional creature that feeds on dreams."
The Setsuna he entered, he thought to himself inexplicably.
"Open" your eyes, and you will see Dotty stars in the dark "sea".
Each of those stars is a dream; every second, countless stars are extinguished and born.
Finding a matching dream among trillions of stars is simply a pipe dream.
Not to mention, the owner of the star hasn't even dreamed yet, shining brightly in the pitch-black dream.
But through his connection with Riddle, Basil quickly found the dark star that belonged to Narcissa.
On the floor of the Chamber of Secrets, Narcissa lay barefoot, hugging her knees, her eyes vacant, muttering something unintelligible.
An invisible, hazy force surged from the dimension of the dream, and her large gray eyes began to struggle against her eyelids.
Basil stepped into the dark star, and it began to shine.
Narcissa finally closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
A dream appeared, a one-to-one replica of a real-life Chamber of Secrets. Narcissa remained in the same sleeping posture, as if she were still in the real world.
She was now in utter despair. After losing Lucius, she needed a pillar of support, a pillar that would give Draco a safe place to grow and a bright future.
Dumbledore old. The Dark Lord is too cruel, and the Malfoy family has deeply offended him; even Lucius died at his hands.
Therefore, she only had one choice.
Upon learning from the young Dark Lord that her master was interested in her, her first reaction was one of honor, not disgust.
During the days she waited for her master, she bathed in hot water infused with fragrant Potions and took Beauty Potion every day.
Today, she even used Vanishment Charm to remove all the excess hair from her body.
The mark on its abdomen was taught by the young Dark Lord and could be activated by its master to confirm the master's identity.
However, even late into the night, and into the next day, the master still hadn't arrived.
My icy abdomen felt as cold as my heart, which was so weak and helpless.
She fell into despair.
"Raise your head." A clear voice, like a spring splashing on pebbles, rang out.
Narcissa looked up in surprise, her abdomen began to heat up—it was her master!
Her joy was quickly replaced by intoxication.
Although the master wore a bronze mask, only the lower half of his face was visible.
But those sapphire-blue eyes and pert lips instantly captivated her heart.
For a moment, she even compared Lucius to her master.
The conclusion is that Lucius is far inferior to his master.
Hiss!
Unconsciously, the master's fair and slender hand lifted her chin.
She unconsciously removed her robe, revealing a body that was so white it seemed to glow, with beautiful lines.
The next morning.
Narcissa opened her eyes.
A blush crept onto her cold face. In a daze, she suddenly wished that her master would visit her every night.
The black robe that had been re-wrapped and the marks that had been cleansed by the Scourgify all testified to the owner's meticulousness and care for her.
——
Basil was unaware that Narcissa had begun her own self-conquest.
He woke up very late today. He, who usually gets very little and less quality sleep, actually woke up at the same time as Harry Ron and his ilk.
Hermione, who had brought breakfast for Basil, arrived at the dormitory early and lowered her head shyly. She thought it was all because of her.
Sirius also came to the dormitory, bringing his godson breakfast and a hug.
Sirius wasn't surprised that there was a girl by Basil's bedside.
When he was young, he was good-looking and had excellent grades, so girls often came and went from his dormitory to bring him food and gifts.
But at that time, he was just playing around, and James was all he cared about.
Just like the bikini-clad Muggle girl poster he had Permanent Sticking Charm pasted on the wall of his room in the Black family, which could only be placed in a secondary position, while the photo of him and James could only be seen as soon as he woke up.
If James' family had been alright, he might have married an honest girl from among his suitors many years later.
But all of this... Peter Pettigrew!
"That's strange." Sirius frowned, his hatred for that stinky rat abruptly ending before it even reached its peak. Then he suddenly thought of the sweet times he spent with James. Something's not right; he hadn't even looked at Harry's face.
He glanced at Basil, who was being fed by Hermione. He always felt relaxed when the boy was around, as if under a mild, side-effect-free Cheering Charm. Why hadn't he ever suspected anything before?
In a direction Sirius couldn't see, Basil also frowned, his fingers glowing as he gently waved them.
Sirius's eyes went vacant for a moment. After returning to normal, he scratched the back of his head, put down the plate, and left the dormitory.
Basil smiled with satisfaction.
"Is it good?" Hermione wiped Basil's mouth.
He held out his index finger, which was emitting a light that only Fairy Tale Mage could see. "Excellent."
That's really great.
Finger Magic is less about magic and more about making wishes.
As long as there is a corresponding principle, and it is theoretically achievable, by expending enough emotional magic, it can be achieved instantly, ignoring all external conditions such as time, difficulty, and aptitude.
Just now, he magically erased Sirius's suspicions about him.
However, unlike typical Fairy Tale Mage, he didn't expend a great deal of emotional energy to grant wishes out of thin air. Instead, he harnessed the magic of the Harry world to achieve his goal. In this way, the emotional energy expended was almost negligible.
"However," Basil turned his face, his warm, sunny expression suddenly turning gloomy, "It seems really necessary to take control of the Sword of Truth and Good."
Neither the past "Inspiration" talent nor the current "Twin of Good and Evil - Core of Immortality" is so obvious that the victim will not notice anything amiss. Their absorption is subtle and gradual. Even if it seems strange, the victim will often only think that their own emotions are off.
The process by which the Sword of Truth and Good absorbs, expands, and returns positive emotions undoubtedly creates a connection with the victims.
People with exceptionally keen intuition would likely suspect Basil without any apparent reason.
Not to mention wizards who have always used idealistic magic and whose intuition is more outstanding than that of Muggle.
Sirius's doubts today stem from an excess of positive emotions stemming from the return of the "Sword of Truth and Good".
Therefore, one should not have too much positive emotion when returning to the past.
This also has its advantages; it can reduce the fanaticism of those body fans who are attracted by Basil's charm.
Now that Basil was free from their disturbances, he could finally leave the lounge and explore the castle as usual.
Instead of having full map visibility and avoiding people.
So, in the time that followed, aside from chatting in the group, cultivating Fanta, reading the Tales of Beedle the Bard, returning to the School of Good and Evil to handle official business, attend classes, participate in group activities and after-party activities, he always carried the Sword of Truth and Good with him.
In the lounge, I slowly adjusted the proportion of positive emotions that had returned.
Fortunately, carrying a weapon is not a big problem in the Wizarding World, and he doesn't need to hide it from others.
Finally, on Sunday the 14th, he found the right ratio.
The magical power of good stored in the Sword of Truth and Good and Goodness has also exceeded 50.