"It's amazing that we were just about to leave when Harry arrived at the Burrow," remarked the younger version of Dumbledore, holding his pocket watch.
The sharp-eyed Basil easily saw everything under the watch cover, even though he was standing hand in hand with Ariana in front of Dumbledore, enjoying Aberforth's murderous gaze.
That's not a watch face, but something like a Dragon Ball radar.
It contains small dots of various colors, and right now the green dots are almost overlapping with the red dots.
Holy crap! This is insane!
Basil's fingertips glowed instantly, his vast emotional power being consumed as he 'wished' to examine himself. The next second, the consumed emotional energy was replenished by the Murder House and Michael.
The thought of what might have been left on him by the gay Dumbledore made him feel nauseous.
"Fortunately, they didn't leave any tricks behind." Basil was somewhat relieved.
Poor Harry.
Those who didn't know might have thought Dumbledore was checking the time, but tsk tsk.
However, it was really disappointing.
Back in the Harry world, the joy I felt after receiving the 150,000 gems from the American Horror Story World was somewhat diminished.
Basil couldn't help but yawn as he headed towards the Forbidden Forest.
The four of them were currently standing on the stone steps in front of the oak doors of Hogwarts Great Hall Castle.
"Basil, are you bored?" Ariana tilted her head, her big eyes blinking.
"I was just looking to see what kind of transportation it would be." Basil grabbed her and put his arm around her, under Aberforth's murderous gaze.
Dumbledore's emotions were not as calm as he appeared.
Basil could now taste the complex emotions emanating from Dumbledore, a mixture of sadness, anger, and joy.
It has a mild sour and spicy flavor that isn't overpowering, somewhat like the sour soup from Guizhou.
This emotion is too complex for Basil to fully analyze based on his current experience of tasting emotions.
O(∩_∩)O Haha~
Basil tightened his grip on Ariana's arm.
It seems like her husband is currently making a mistake.
He suddenly hoped that the ghost of Old Malfoy, summoned by Voldemort, could return home and watch over him and Narcissa.
Basil considered himself very vengeful. If it weren't for Narcissa, who was chased by Werewolf and nearly killed as soon as she woke up with her memories, he wouldn't have let it go so easily.
Basil personally strongly agrees with Genghis Khan's motto. "The greatest joy in life is to defeat the enemy, pursue the enemy, seize their possessions, see their closest relatives weeping, ride their horses, and take their beautiful wives and daughters."
Thinking of this, Basil tidied Ariana's hair again.
Bathed in the Jin Guang of the rising sun, the two with their golden hair shone brightly, and anyone who saw them would think they were a perfect Golden Boy.
But to the Dumbledore brothers behind them, it seemed like lightning and thunder, and a mournful wind.
Aberforth finally couldn't hold back any longer, but Dumbledore grabbed his arm and shook his head.
Ten minutes later.
"We're here!" Dumbledore exclaimed, his back teeth practically grinding to powder.
It sounded like a huge weight had been lifted off one's shoulders.
Aberforth also wiped his moist eyes.
Now, what stood before the four of them was a colossal creature.
Much larger than a Flying Broomstick —or rather, a hundred Flying Broomstick —it was rapidly skimming across the azure sky, Accio toward the castle, gradually growing larger and larger.
It swept through the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, bringing with it a rustling sound.
"Not a carriage?" Ariana, who had already seen "The Goblet of Fire," was very disappointed.
What came into their view was indeed a huge, pinkish-blue object—a castle with very high color saturation, resembling a candy castle.
It defied all fluid dynamics, without any visible propulsion, and flew straight up to them, landing on the lawn.
At this moment, the castle gates faced them, bearing a coat of arms (two golden, crossed wands, each with three stars emerging from them).
"Of course not Pegasus." Dumbledore smiled, a charming dimple appearing on his smooth, flawless skin.
He pushed past Basil "without leaving a trace".
"Madame Maxime, the headmistress of Beauxbatons, had considered using a carriage. But the Charmed Horse reeked of alcohol. Ah, thank goodness Nick didn't just live for hundreds of years."
"This was a work he created when he was 450 years old, for his daughter who had just turned 17 at the time."
As he spoke, he led Angelina to the front door.
The door opened automatically.
The blue floor was as smooth as a mirror, and pink Magic Script formed a circle that glowed intermittently.
"This is the power source of the castle. It is also a teleportation array, connecting the castle to the house."
"His daughter loved to travel. This large alchemical artifact, which could be moved around and allowed Nick and the others to visit her at any time, naturally became their coming-of-age gift to her."
"What's that?" Angelina pointed to the ceiling.
Hanging upside down are adorable winged cats in various colors; you can find all kinds except for hairless cats.
Their crystal-clear bat wings, seemingly adorned with glitter, add to their charm.
Dumbledore replied, "They are not living beings. They are Alchemical Automaton. When it is dark, they come down and flap their wings to bring light to the castle."
"This is a very thoughtful design because Olliviera (Nick's daughter) loves cats the most."
He pointed to the pink and white staircase, "And this ladder. You just stand on it, and it will pull you up."
"Muggle have now invented it, and it's called an elevator. But back then, it was hard to imagine."
"There are still rooms available, but unfortunately, I can't show you yet."
"This castle has a total of seven rooms."
"Once inside, it's a completely different world. Endless grasslands, beaches stretching to the sea, lush forests, dark and deep caves, paths carpeted with fiery red maple leaves, and snow-covered mountains."
Ariana's eyes seemed to light up as Dumbledore introduced her.
Aberforth frowned. "What do you mean we can't take her to see it yet? Is Nick Flume so stingy? Can't we even go upstairs to see her on the way to France?"
Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction, as if he had been tickled.
"No, we are not going to France by this castle."
"We just use it."
"Yes, just like you think, we'll go straight to Beauxbatons through this teleportation array."
Aberforth, "And this castle?"
Dumbledore took Ariana's hand and spun her around. "It's a gift from Ariana!"
"From this day forward, it belongs to you, Ariana!"
Aberforth's smile froze, his mind racing. "Damn it! What am I supposed to give Ariana now? What could possibly compare to her?!"
He really wanted to travel back in time to a minute earlier and strangle the version of himself who asked the question.