The club activity was still a quiz.
Ariana also gained a better understanding of the world through the questions presented.
She also began to accept that she woke up one day to find herself in the present of 1992, having traveled from the past of 1899.
But strangely, almost everyone wanted her to leave the club space—after club activities.
And they all behaved very strangely.
Beatrix, who had always been reluctant to mention Hogwarts and constantly touted how wonderful the School of Good and Evil, actually said to her, "You can visit Hogwarts. By the way, do you know the Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets? Your Headmaster brother knows the entrance."
Madison, who was usually very affectionate towards her, was now being very dismissive, saying, "You should just log off and get some rest."
Zoe, who loves reading, didn't even notice that the books were upside down.
The petite and lively Sophie suddenly became very quiet.
And then there's Bellatrix, who just joined the club. She was wearing pajamas when she came to the club meeting today.
Only the older brother was the same as usual.
While saying he needed to rest his body, his consciousness spent his time reading and studying in the community space.
And so, amidst the veiled, expectant gazes of the crowd, Ariana's figure vanished into thin air.
In an instant, the scene in the space changes, and decorations in gold and red, full of lion elements, appear.
The figures of the group disappeared and then reappeared.
The once warm and harmonious lounge is now filled with red wine, snacks, a sound system, and all sorts of sexy costumes and props.
In an empty room on the Seventh Floor, which had been converted into a single dormitory, Ariana's face was flushed.
She wasn't completely ignorant.
She had also secretly witnessed everything that happened between Albus and Grindelwald on the farm haystacks that summer.
It turns out that everyone in the club has this kind of relationship.
She buried Ariana head in the blankets, making soft, kitten-like whimpering sounds.
In the club space, Basil gave Madison a hard slap on the buttocks.
"Aren't you going too far?"
He looked at the others and said, "You're all doing this on purpose, aren't you? I can tell."
Madison was also making humming noises, stuck out her tongue. "We're helping this child understand the adult world. I'm not used to having to hide from Sweetheart when we're being affectionate."
Zoe, now dressed in a sailor uniform, turned her head away sheepishly. "It was all Madison's idea."
Bellatrix, dressed as a doctor, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses. "She's really enjoying herself, isn't she? If Beatrix hadn't deliberately made noise, she probably wouldn't have logged off until the very end."
Still dressed in an elegant gown, but now adorned with lace stockings, Beatrix proudly raised her head and remained silent.
Only Sophie felt a little guilty, "Isn't this too early? She doesn't understand anything."
But these words only earned him glares from everyone.
Beatrix: "A false hopelessness."
Bellatrix was starting to doubt herself. "But... you were the first to agree with Madison's idea."
Madison even quipped, "You only have half an hour of fighting power, of course you don't mind. There are 24 hours in a day, aren't there?"
Sophie was speechless.
——
Late at night, in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.
Basil sat cross-legged here, a sight he hadn't seen in a long time, beneath the ugly Slytherin's Statue.
He now truly understood why Raphael opposed sharing Finger Magic.
The magic of emotions, the Fairy Tale Magic of wishing, allowed him to easily create a fake body lying in the dormitory.
Even if Dumbledore tried to access the surveillance system again, the Mist Condenser was useless.
However, Dumbledore was no longer in the mood for surveillance. He seemed to have let go of everything, spending all his time revolving around his long-lost treasures, and vying for Ariana's favor with his brother Aberforth.
Thinking of this, Basil couldn't help but smile.
The Tales of Beedle the Bard " in my hand moved on its own without any wind, turning to the Tale of the Three Brothers.
His slender fingertips glowed, and his entire hand disappeared into the pages of the book as if submerged in water.
The second son, an arrogant man, decided to continue humiliating Death, wanting the power to resurrect the dead. Death picked up a stone from the shore and gave it to the second son, telling him that the stone had the power to bring the dead back to life.
This passage began to shine.
A phantom stone, occasionally flashing with Spark, was held between his fingertips and floated out of the book's pages.
Then—he crushed it.
"It still doesn't work," Basil sighed.
The 'Resurrection Stone' does not summon the real deceased, but only illusory phantoms. Just like in the story, the person who returns is indifferent, distant, and elusive, which makes people anxious.
More importantly, it cannot react with the [Invisibility Cloak] he is currently wearing or the [Wand of Destiny] in his pocket.
He was also unable to fulfill the identity of "Master of the Deathly Hallows" and truly unlock the power of the Deathly Hallows.
The complete invisibility granted by the fully unsealed [Invisibility Cloak]—from physical and magical invisibility, the threads of fate, and even the cessation of the body's time flow—and the destiny of certain victory bestowed upon its master by the [Wand of Destiny] are all things that Basil now covets.
"Voldemort," Basil murmured.
Voldemort cast a spell on his name, so that when someone with magical powers utters his name, he can sense the location of the person who says it.
Therefore, finding Voldemort himself by following the direction is not a difficult task.
Theory exists, practice begins.
My index finger started to glow.
[Otherworldly Magic Power: 328↑ (-100)]
A new spell is drawing power and knowledge and beginning to take shape.
One possibility after another was eliminated, one syllable after another was combined and arranged, and one group of Magic Script after another reacted to each other.
It was born.
Trace Origin
Basil named it.
The next second, a green light flashed.
The "Truth-Teller" appeared in his hands.
"If we're looking for someone, you're more suitable."
Trace Origin
The name of the spell was invoked by his creator.
"Voldemort."
The subtle fluctuations of the Magic Field were captured.
A flash of blue light emerged from the tip of the cedarwood wand.
Immersed in the illusory line, I set off along its source.
It began to branch.
A Privet Drive leading to Little Whinging in Surrey County.
A wisp of smoke travels to the underground of Gringotts in London.
A wisp of smoke headed to 12 Grimmauld Place.
A wisp of light travels up the ceiling to the wall opposite the giant tapestry on the 8th floor, depicting Barnabas trying to teach the Troll ballet.
However, the thickest and the thinnest strands were interrupted halfway through.
The smaller one should belong to Horcrux made from Gaunt Ring. It's quite normal that it's inlaid with Resurrection Stone.
But what about Voldemort himself? Was it because he was too weak to even recognize his own name, or because he had mastered the power of the Resurrection Stone?
"That's really strange," Basil exclaimed.
"This is really strange." In the Headmaster's Office, among the many portraits of principals, only Phineas, who was least observant of others' feelings, tugged at his beard. "Aren't you and your brother strange? Resurrection—many historical cases have proven that this kind of necromancy is a joke."
"The Inferi, the Inferi, Ghoul are all products of failed cases."
Are you really sure that's your sister?
"Even if it's true, don't you think she's too strange? She closes her eyes to rest every now and then, and she went to bed at 9 pm tonight."
I think—
"Enough!" A cold glint flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. "She is Ariana, that's enough!"
"I can confirm that the body, the memories, and even the soul all belong to Ariana."
"As long as she can come back, that's enough!"
"Alright." Under the menacing gazes of the other headmasters, Phineas changed the subject. "What about Granger's boy? What are you going to do with him? He's still at school."
Dumbledore frowned. "This is indeed a potential problem."
"A hidden danger?" Phineas repeated, somewhat doubting his own existence. Just a few days ago Dumbledore had vowed to teach him well, even willing to lower his standards—interfering with the Ministry of Magic —for him. But today, it had become a hidden danger.
"I should get him out of school as soon as possible," Dumbledore continued. "Nick seems quite interested in him. They're living in seclusion in Devon, where the Granger family."
Towards the end, it sounded more like he was talking to himself.
"No, it seems they recently returned to Beauxbatons, France. It seems they're preparing to die at their alma mater."
"France? Beauxbatons? That would be better."
"He's further away from Ariana."
"Maybe he'll stay there and never go back to England!"
Dumbledore's tone rose, and he seemed much more relaxed.
But the next second, he seemed to have thought of something else.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing. A small beetle got into the school yesterday."
"I think I need to go down to London. The breakfast tacos at the Daily Prophet building look pretty good."
Dumbledore smiled, but his words were icy cold, devoid of his usual affability.
"What's going on?" Phineas, somewhat puzzled.
Dumbledore chuckled. "You should know that the new professor has been changed to Lupin."
"In that case, it's time for the public to know Gilderoy's little secret."
——
Early the next morning, in the Headmaster's Office.
"What? I'm going to France?" Basil was completely bewildered.
Dumbledore nodded. "This is a very valuable opportunity. You know Nick Flume, who created the Philosopher's Stone; he will be your teacher."
He knew the boy in front of him well; a gentle fire called ambition burned in his tranquil eyes.
Nick Flume, who lived for 700 years, was equivalent to magic itself.
He defeated Grindelwald, who possessed the Elder Wand, because he became close friends with Nick despite their age difference and gained knowledge that no one could have imagined.
Anyone with ambition and a desire to go further in the realm of magic would not pass up this opportunity.
The boy in front of me is even less likely to do that.
Therefore, he didn't need to mention having Basil stay in France as an exchange student; once he arrived in France, everything would fall into place.
But Dumbledore had no idea what had happened to Basil during the hours he disappeared after the Quidditch Match.
Moreover, Basil saw through Dumbledore's little scheme at a glance.
So after pretending to ponder for a moment, he suddenly asked 'casually,' "What about that girl? You know Professor McGonagall and I are very close. She mentioned that a girl has appeared around you. She'll be a sophomore next year. Is she your granddaughter?"
"This is none of your business." Dumbledore exasperated, his usual composure completely gone. "Anyway, are you willing to go to Beauxbatons?"
He had already made up his mind: if this brat in front of him really didn't agree, he would take Ariana to France for a vacation.
"Of course I would. But," Basil looked earnestly into Dumbledore's eyes, "It's just for this summer."
"Of course," Dumbledore nodded.
Basil narrowed his eyes. This was a lie!
"Then I... won't agree." Basil chuckled and left the office without looking back.
The portraits that had been feigning sleep began to awaken.
The most unpopular principal in history, Phineas, spoke up again, "It seems he saw through your plot."
Dumbledore's face darkened. "Has he already met with Ariana? Or..."
He suddenly recalled the day summer vacation officially began, the day he stepped into his Gryffindor dormitory.
Heavenly Eye?
At the time, he joked that Basil had awakened his Heavenly Eye.
"You've gone too far," an old witch with long, flowing silver hair said from the wall, puzzled. "I can't understand why you would transfer this boy away. He would undoubtedly be a very good match. Your sister will have to get married eventually."
"No!" Dumbledore shouted instinctively, then composed himself and said, suppressing his anger, "You don't understand the kind of magic that boy possesses. It's a pure, unadulterated beauty, not the product of the discordant magic of the Veela that can be ignored by willpower. Even when I'm facing him, I can't help but have fantasies."
"Not to mention Ariana. I can't guarantee that Basil would like her. He already has a girlfriend. Hermione Granger."
"I don't want Ariana to get hurt because of this. It could very well be a one-sided crush that never even started."
Meanwhile, the Chat Group became quite lively as a result.
Madison: "Sweetheart, are you going to Beauxbatons?"
Her voice began to tremble; she couldn't calm down at the thought of Phoebe in Beauxbatons.
Phoebe Dracula is Half-Veela.
Veela are humanoid beings with extraordinary and otherworldly beauty.
Their skin glowed with a soft, moonlit light, their hair flowed behind them as if blown by the wind, and their dance moves could captivate any man.
Their beauty is a kind of magic in itself, constant and mesmerizing.
Touching their skin gives you a burning, electric-like feeling of pleasure.
In heterosexual communication, the experiences they provide to men or women are ones that normal women cannot offer.
Only the succubi in fantasy novels can rival them.
France has many Veela. That Phoebe was even a student of Beauxbatons.
If she runs into Basil, it means she might also join the group.
That way, she might be able to... hehe... at events after club activities.
Wouldn't that be double the happiness?
But the rest of the club members were very dissatisfied with this.
Zoe: "Who does he think he is? Daring to make Basil transfer schools?"
Sophie: "Why don't you just drop out of school and come back to the academy?"
Beatrix: "Hopeless. This is the first time I've agreed with you. Looks like your head isn't all mush."
Just finished watching "The Philosopher's Stone" -Bellatrix: "This crazy old man is really outrageous."