Ariana, who was sent to the Hog's Head Inn early in the morning and had it decorated in a girly style, is now very angry.
They even forgot to speak in the group chat.
Even the painting she made herself in the living room upstairs couldn't calm her emotions.
Aberforth worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"
Ariana cried, "Albus, Albus... he's sending Basil to France! I finally made a new friend."
Brother, radar activated!
"Basil?" A murderous aura surged within Aberforth gritted his teeth and said, "Judging from his name, he's a boy? How do you know him?"
"In dreams," Ariana tapped her finger, "We can meet in dreams."
Ten minutes later, the two elderly brothers met at the entrance of Hogsmeade Village.
The greatest White Wizard, now looking as dejected as a wilted eggplant, said, "Ariana already knows him? It seems Nick and I were right. He truly possesses the blood of King Arthur and Merlin."
"Manipulating plants, Dragon Blood of Red Dragon, traversing through dreams, shrouded in the aura of a king, exceptionally handsome, resembling Grindelwald, and Archmage."
"I'm saying, are you really suffering from dementia?"
"Are you really describing a student? Or is this the male protagonist from a fantasy, cheesy, female-oriented novel written by a teenage girl?"
Albus heard everything his brother described, for a moment he thought he had lost his hearing.
Albus as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing around the doorway.
Even so, they didn't forget to cast Silencing Charm to prevent Ariana from overhearing their conversation in the bar.
In the library, Basil rested his chin on his hand, watching this scene with amusement.
Albus Dumbledore now has a similar air to the character in the movie version, the fourth Goblet of Fire.
However, the one whose arm he was holding was no longer Harry, but his brother Aberforth.
"Aberforth, Aberforth!"
"Weren't you listening? That brat from the Granger family has Merlin's blood!"
"Nightmare!"
"To sneak into girls' dreams and get them pregnant!"
"Ariana made contact with that brat in her dream!"
"What's even more terrifying is that, according to your description, he can contact Ariana even when he's conscious!"
At this moment, in Albus Dumbledore's mind, the image of his beloved sister Ariana, heavily pregnant, holding the hand of the Granger family boy kept fragmenting and resurfacing.
A skilled mind reader and a master of Legilimency can completely control their own thoughts and ideas.
But right now, he has no control over it.
He suddenly felt like picking up the Elder Wand, finding the brat, and giving him an Avada.
As before, while Albus was pondering, his brother Albus had already taken action.
He waved his wand, and the boar's head on the wooden sign hanging on the Scabbers frame came to life, breaking free of the white cloth that had been covering it.
Rumble!
Amidst the rising dust, a wild boar, standing a full six feet tall, descended upon this world.
Albus mounted the horse, gripped the reins, and looked toward Hogwarts Castle in the distance.
The wild boar raised its front hooves high.
Albus Dumbledore sense of responsibility as a headmaster led him to discover all of this in time.
What are you going to do?
In a flash, the wand was pulled out, and golden ribbons flowed from its tip, binding the wild boar tightly.
The stone floor was scratched.
He looked at his younger brother, who was still sitting steadily on the wild boar's back, and said, "You're going a bit too far."
"The Killing Curse will suffice; Killing Curse or anything like that—"
Aberforth was surprised and interrupted, "The Killing Curse? I have no intention of going to Azkaban. The Killing Curse is too much."
"And you?" Albus looked at the wild boar.
The enormous creature was still struggling on the ground, letting out deafening roars, its saliva soaking the soil.
He was a little skeptical.
Aberforth was both amused and exasperated. "I was prepared to have Tibbers (the boar's name) break the boy's ribs."
"He's been praised so highly by you and Nicolas Flamel, it won't kill him, will it?"
In the library, Basil's smile froze.
In particular, Dumbledore was actually interested.
Good grief, yesterday you called me sweetheart, and today I'm already an old hag?
With a snap, Basil closed the book.
He disappeared from the spot and headed to the club.
That's right, he's not pretending anymore.
Dumbledore knew that he could now enter the dream.
Meanwhile, in front of the Hog's Head Inn, Albus Dumbledore's face darkened as his half-moon spectacles snapped open.
With a wave of his wand, the boar leaped back onto the wooden sign. Aberforth asked, "What's wrong?"
Albus adjusted his glasses and said in a deep voice, "The trigger magic I set up will be activated by Basil Granger's disappearance from the school in a special way."
The next second, he and Aberforth teleported to the bar's living room.
Ariana was fast asleep on the sofa.
Aberforth's fingers, gripping his wand, turned white. "She entered my dream! Just as that brat disappeared. I should have—"
Albus seemed to have discovered something.
He stopped Ariana's brother from waking up, saying, "Her magic is more stable now that she's in a dream."
His biggest concern right now is his younger sister. Her improved health has finally brought reason back to his mind.
The holy sword that embodied all goodness brought back memories of Basil's past behavior at school.
"That bastard—no, Basil was doing it to help Ariana."
"He is using dreams to bring the Obscurus back under the control of the Obscurial."
He gave a wry smile. "It seems that Dilys (the portrait of the old witch with long, flowing silver hair) was right. He really is a very good match for Ariana."
"The question now is, if Ariana falls in love with him, will he accept her?"
"He wouldn't dare!" Aberforth roared. In his heart, his sister was the most perfect being in the world. No one was worthy of her!
Looking at his sister's peaceful sleeping face, Albus said wistfully, "That boy has noble character."
"Due to bloodline reasons, the body has already fully developed. It is the stage where the desire for stars is at its strongest."
"Especially since he is very handsome. With just a snap of his fingers, any witch or even a wizard would be unable to resist climbing into his bed."
"But he only accepts Hermione."
"Poor Ariana, he has a girlfriend now, there's no place for you in his heart."
"I won't accept you."
If Madison could see this scene, she would find it ironic. She hated the way Dumbledore casually told Lavender in the movie, "It's good to be young, to feel the sting of love." And now, facing his own sister, he showed a completely different face.
Meanwhile, Basil, who was considered to have noble character and be devoted to women, was surrounded by many women.
Contrary to Dumbledore's expectations, he did not distance himself from Ariana; on the contrary, he embraced her with great joy.
He did not refuse Ariana's deliberate approach.
At that moment, he was holding Ariana's hand, pouring out his grievances.
"Just a few days ago, I was the King of Britain, whom your brother Merlin wanted to follow and teach. Now I've become the annoying person he's trying to get rid of in England."
Ariana leaned closer to Basil. "It's not your fault. It's all Albus's problem. He's over a hundred years old; it's no wonder he gets confused."
"Please don't blame him, okay?"
"If you really are going to France, I'll come with you!"
"Albus won't refuse me! If he objects, I'll go to Aberforth!"
"No need," Basil shrugged. "He should already understand that I'm someone he can't control."
"Not to mention--"
Zoe continued, "Besides, I'll be a full member tonight. Bucky will come straight to our world then."
"Your white-bearded old man brother can bring back Bucky from our world in the future?"
"Sigh," Ariana said with her hands on her hips and a frown, like a little adult, "My biggest worry right now is that they'll make me break off my friendship with Basil."
"Don't worry." Basil yawned, resting his head between Beatrix's legs. "You'll be very surprised in a moment."
Even after joining the gang, he did not give up monitoring the Hog's Head Inn.
That's right, on the map in his mind, the [Hog's Head Inn] had already been lit up by him for 1000 gems.
In fact, now that he has enough money, he has already illuminated many buildings.
He activated all the floors of the Ministry of Magic, the Black Family Home, and the headquarters of the Daily Prophet with gems.
It cost 15,000 in total.
In other words, Basil felt as if he had personally witnessed Dumbledore descending upon Rita Skeeter's office this morning, placing a curse on her, and handing her evidence of Lockhart's crimes.
It all started yesterday when we accidentally discovered a strange wizard's Magic Field in the castle.
Combined with its strange appearance—a chubby beetle with a symbol resembling a pair of glasses around its antennae.
His identity is self-evident.
So the next day, Basil turned his attention to the second floor of the Daily Prophet's headquarters.
It was a comfortable and luxurious office, much like a bedroom.
Rita Skeeter grinned, her three gold teeth Winky in the candlelight.
Dumbledore is undoubtedly a good man.
He didn't care at all even when the author described him in a book as a crazy old man.
He wouldn't use his influence or superior magic to deal with her.
She likes influential, pedantic good people the most.
It was their hard work and dedication that made her who she is today. Of course, this also owes much to her rigorous training in Transfiguration, which allowed her to become Animagus, and a beetle that was adept at stealth.
Even Hogwarts, which is supposed to be the safest place, was as easy for her as stepping over the fence into the garden.
The only problem was that she needed to avoid McGonagall and Dumbledore. They were very skilled at Transfiguration.
Also, be careful to avoid the beetle-eating pets inside the castle. After all, you can't switch to human form there. Or rather, you can't change forms.
She remembered the name of the unknown Neville Lumbaton through his pet Toad Trevor.
She remembered those pesky insect-eating pets and their owners. Keeping Toad, in particular, was unpopular among the younger generation in Britain, with very few people doing so.
But this does not mean that there are few Toad in the castle.
Flitwick, that little dwarf, loved the Frog Choir and kept a whole bunch of those wretched, slimy little creatures.
Therefore, whenever she went to Hogwarts to obtain information, she avoided entering the castle.
But she felt yesterday's adventure was well worth it.
Thinking of this, she took another bite of the pink donut. Her thick, short fingers, with long nails painted a bright pink, pierced through the pink icing, scooped up a piece of cream, and put it directly into her mouth.
Her green peacock quill pen seemed to sense its owner's joy, and it wrote gracefully on the parchment:
Dumbledore embarks on another twilight romance with an unknown secret lover.
At that moment, Basil almost intervened and killed Skeeter in a protective manner.
Dumbledore might become the White Lord if his bottom line is crossed, is not what he needs.
After confirming that variables from other worlds could also be received and transformed into gems, his attitude towards this world changed.
He was not simply a time traveler.
He truly lived in this world for 11 years before his memories were awakened.
That cave in Devonshire was also a place he could call home with peace of mind.
In the British Wizarding World, the diverse characters frequenting the Leaky Cauldron are also an indispensable part of shaping his past personality.
He doesn't want the world to go in a bad direction unless absolutely necessary.
Previously, considering the variables of the world, and the fact that the tilt of the original world could be transformed into gems, he could turn a blind eye.
I'm deceiving myself into thinking I'm causing trouble. But there's really no need for that now.
Otherwise, last time, he would have resurrected the Potters along with him.
Terrorists like Voldemort, who disrupt his peaceful life, should be killed.
For positive people like Dumbledore who contribute to his peaceful life, maintaining the stability of their character and eliminating one or two scoundrels is no big deal.
Why not get some gems along the way?
However, just as the tip of Basil's wand was beginning to glow green.
Dumbledore appeared.
He emerged from the firelight, his expression solemn and stern.
He pointed his wand at his throat, seemingly about to use Amplifying Charm.
Skeeter wanted to scream.
"Quiet!" came the metallic echo from Dumbledore's mouth.
The room fell silent instantly. Skeeter screamed in vain, but no sound came out. Even the scratching of the pen nib against the parchment was gone.
"Stop!" Dumbledore's words now seemed to have a magical power; what he said was always the truth.
The ornate peacock quill pen stopped, and Skeeter's body also stopped, as if he had been Petrifying Charm.
"Come here!" The parchment obeyed and went into Dumbledore's hands.
His blue eyes swept over her, and a chilling anger began to surface.
Rita Skeeter began to feel breathless. Although the wrinkles and beard on her face had disappeared, her hair had turned reddish-brown.
But she still recognized the newcomer as Albus Dumbledore.
For the first time in her life, she fully understood why people said Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort feared.
He clearly did nothing.
Just standing there.
Yet it remains difficult to ignore, inspiring fear in people.
The chapter title can't be changed; it was originally supposed to be called "The Unexpected Visitor to the Daily Prophet."